"Could two positives make a negative? Did things turn into their opposites when taken to extremes?"
The Old Mage shook his head. "Shazam, before we start training, there's something I need to discuss. Find a chance to bring me into your home. I'll disguise myself as a Home Robot."
Shazam waved him off. "No need. We already have a robot at home. We don't need you to help clean and cook."
"Do you think I'm going there to clean?"
The Old Mage glared at Shazam. "My main reason for going to your home is to observe your family."
Shazam was utterly confused. "Observe my family? Why do you want to observe them?"
"The Wizard Council has seven seats. You need some magical companions to form a new Wizard Council—the Shazam Family."
The Old Mage continued, "I want to see whether your brothers and sisters are suitable."
"The Shazam Family?"
Shazam blinked, then said excitedly, "They are! They're absolutely suitable! Ha, this is great! Now I'll have people to train with me and suffer your torture alongside me.
"More importantly, I won't have to hide this anymore. Keeping it secret has been killing me. I have to make up excuses every time."
"Torture?"
The Old Mage's expression darkened. He snorted. "Don't celebrate too soon. I need to assess their character first. Only someone completely flawless can inherit the Wizard Council. I will never repeat my past mistakes."
Shazam nodded. "Exactly. Only someone as pure and flawless as me can become Shazam."
The Old Mage looked at Shazam, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Well, a few minor flaws are acceptable."
"..."
Shazam was a little stunned. Then he asked, "Old Mage, why do I feel like you're looking down on me?"
"Start practicing your magic. Your progress has consistently