Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Back in the classroom, Snape stepped onto the podium and quickly glanced around the students' faces. He could tell at a glance which people were confident and who seemed uneasy.

After teaching for so many years, this kind of thing has almost become his passive skill.

Snape lowered his head expressionlessly, a piece of chalk floated up, and he wrote a large line on the blackboard.

Primary use of magic.

After the line of words was written by the flying chalk, he raised his head and walked off the podium: "Last semester, you should have been exposed to the knowledge about meditation, and also taught by Lupin. I have experienced it myself with the help of me. According to my observations, you already have a lot of magic in your body."

"As we all know, any use of magic is inseparable from magic - write it down, although this sentence is nonsense, it is necessary nonsense."

The sound of a piece of pen and paper contacting the classroom soon echoed.

"The primary use of magic power is a new course added this year. In fact, I didn't want to tell you so detailed, but considering that last year, a idiot just finished his meditation and used the portal like a cat and cut it out. I took one of my own arms... so, I think I still have to let you guys know one thing."

Snape said something terrifying casually, but his expression had grown serious: "Until I'm sure you're ready for apprenticeship, or until you've fully mastered a spell. Never use any of them in private. Magic, understand?"

Suddenly someone in the audience raised their hand and asked, "Professor Snape, can't even the magic that we learned to cast with a wand before?"

Snape glanced at him and said lightly, "Mr. Ruskin, your question is very interesting - yes, of course. Why not? But I have to remind you that if you keep using the wand to cast spells, your final Wandless spellcasting courses may fail, you are already in the third grade this year, and you already have your own opinions, so I won't say too much."

He paused, skipped the topic, and got to the point.

The hour-long class was fleeting, and no one dared to desert or mess with Snape's class, even though he was much gentler than before. He punished people without mercy.

When the bell rang for get out of class, the students breathed a sigh of relief. They took their books and walked out of the classroom in twos and threes. They didn't even dare to let out the air when they passed Snape, and most of them chose to leave through the back door of the classroom. Only a few people will walk through the front door and say hello to him.

Snape, without looking up, cleared the podium,

Responded one by one. When everyone left, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the door. He sighed.

"I said, I won't talk to you...?!"

Snape looked at the oriental man standing at the door with a stunned face, and he seemed a little overwhelmed at this time.

He Shenyan walked into the classroom with a smile on his face. He glanced at the blackboard behind Snape, which was densely covered with handwriting. The mage looked at each word carefully and said, "You have learned a lot, Mr. Snape."

"When did you come back?"

"Just now... By the way, I actually finished your class."

Snape suddenly felt a very awkward embarrassment, which made him cough involuntarily, and then tried his best to raise his face: "Compared to you, my level is only—"

"—Don't be so arrogant, you've done a good job. I noticed some small changes in your Hogwarts magic ban. The genius design of those magic inscriptions is not something that anyone can think of. "

"Thank you for your compliment."

Snape still had a light-hearted look, but his hand under the podium was already tightly grasping the black robe.

Over the years, the more he learned the new magic brought by He Shenyan, the more he could feel the unfathomable nature of this man. That new theoretical knowledge is definitely more than just opening the way - it's opening up a whole new door with treasures behind it. And how strong was He Shenyan, who was walking in front of all of them?

To be able to get his affirmation, its significance may have gone beyond too much. Snape had never imagined that he could have such an emotional moment other than bringing Lily back to life. Different from the fiery emotions at the time, he felt more a sense of pride in being recognized academically.

He Shenyan could see Snape's excitement, he didn't point it out, just made an inviting gesture: "Would you mind chatting for a while? Your use of magic inscriptions makes me curious."

"certainly!"

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Ash never thought that he would have a day of riding.

Riding with others, to be exact. Although this horse is not actually alive, but an illusory product constructed by the magician of the wizard, covered in metal. You don't need to eat or rest, but...  

The fire-proof girl sat behind him, holding his waist tightly with both hands. Thinking of this, Ashes felt that his thinking was stuck.

The two set off on the journey in silence.

The wilderness He Shenyan found for them is marked on the map as the Dalmo Plain, which is vast and sparsely populated with abundant products. He also applied the protection magic that no one would enter, and the destination of their journey, the Freljord, was located in the west of the Dalmore Plain.

A place of bitter cold.....

He remembered the places he had been to, and there were many of the same lands in them. But this is another world, who knows if there will be new dangers? Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching the reins in his hand.

"Lord Ash..."

The fire-proof girl's voice came from behind him. She raised her right hand and pointed in a certain direction ahead: "Is there someone there?"

Looking down her fingers, Ash's eyes quickly turned dangerous. He got off the horse without saying a word, signaled the fire girl to wait for him where he was, and then walked forward.

The man was wearing a dirty cloth and lying on the ground. He didn't seem to care even if it got dusty, and he muttered in a low voice like a madman, holding a field mouse tightly in his hand. From time to time, he would stick his tongue out and lick the corpse of the vole twice.

Ash came behind him, and before he could speak, the man turned his head abruptly. His complexion was blue and purple, which was definitely not the skin color of a normal human being—as early as the moment he turned around, Ashes suddenly pulled out the long sword around his waist. ignite.

The next second, his head flew high.

The stench of black blood splattered all over the ground and fell on the grass with a hissing sound of burning. An unpleasant smell quickly spread into Ash's nostrils, and he couldn't help frowning--even with a sense of smell after the taste recovered. In the past, he could ignore those bad environments, but now, I am afraid that it will be affected to some extent.

Ash wiped the blood from the long sword on the man's body and put it in the sheath. He crouched down and looked closely at his corpse.

The parts of the man that were not covered by clothes, such as arms or thighs, had a large number of purple-red blood vessels protruding. And this phenomenon was not there before, at least not before he was fierce and wanted to attack Ashes. Moreover, the master is obviously dead, but these purple-red blood vessels are still agitating a little bit.

Ashes already had some guesses in mind.

He took off his gauntlet and carefully touched the purple blood vessels. The touch is extremely strange, not like human skin, but like some kind of icy stone. Hard and with the uncomfortable feeling of inhumanity. He took off the knife from his waist again, cut a blood vessel slightly, and the black blood spurted out immediately.

The stench was getting stronger and stronger, and Ashes carefully observed the gushing blood without changing his face. They were extremely viscous and had a sort of biological texture. Make no mistake, this is definitely not what human blood should be like.

He finally frowned, and he felt a small mark in his hand. Through this medium, flames ignited in his palm, and then spewed out.

But in an instant, the headless corpse with his head was burned to the ground, and when the corpse was completely burned to ashes, he somehow released a piece of freezing fog from his hands, stopping the spreading fire.

Back on the horse, even if Ashes didn’t speak, the fire girl could feel the change in his mood. She whispered, "Is there something wrong, Lord Ash?"

After a while, Ashes answered her: "I don't know either."

Very his-style answers, concise and clear, and what they say is what they say. Just a little annoying.

The fire-proof girl's hands holding his waist tightened a little more, and almost her whole body was leaning on him. She leaned against his ear and whispered softly, "I will accompany you."

Ashes didn't answer, and looked like he was just concentrating on his way. Only he himself knew what he was thinking, and he had a hunch that this journey might not be so easy.

Freljord.

Kedal put down the deer in his hand and wiped his sweat. The hardest winter has passed, he found a place away from the crowd and built his own hut. The workmanship was still rough, not as comfortable as the house he had helped build in Ionia. But it is also a sheltered place.

He didn't choose to deal with the deer near his home, knowing that the smell of blood could easily attract predators. He didn't want to be attacked by bears or wolves or some other animal late at night. Even if he could handle it, his home would probably be a mess.

Squatting on the ground, Kedal skillfully skinned the deer, then divided and cut it. The antlers were just thrown on the ground, and it was of no use to him - he didn't need money, just supplies to survive.

When everything he needed was tied up behind his back with ropes, there was only a pool of blood and internal organs left on the ground. Kedal turned and left without hesitation, knowing that this place would soon be surrounded by a pack of wolves. They will eat the internal organs in an orderly manner, and even lick off the blood.

Kedal did this on purpose.

He knew the pack of wolves existed, and the pack of wolves knew of his existence. They don't disturb each other, but they are somehow connected in each other's lives. For example, Kedal will deliberately leave the internal organs in place for them to eat - the Freljord people have no tradition of not eating internal organs, that is the habit of the nobles, they are not.

And the wolves would avoid his house when hunting, and sometimes even choose to bring him some small prey such as fish. Kedal had never seen such a clever wolf before, but he didn't care either.

Back at his home, he opened the rough wooden door, opened the cellar, and threw the venison on his back in. He doesn't plan to eat tonight, so let's stay for a while. He didn't worry about it going bad, after all, this was the Freljord.

Sitting in the chair he made himself, Kedar took a sip of a cup of hot tea. The warm current made his stomach feel a little better, and he didn't have time to eat after a busy morning. Leaning back in his chair, he fell into thought.

I don't know what happened to the girl.

And the clan, hope they are all well.

The faces of his brother and father appeared in front of Kedar's eyes again, and he sighed indistinctly. This piece of land is too cruel. Brothers and sisters cannibalize each other. This kind of encounter between father and son may only happen in the Freljord.

His ears moved, and there was a sound from outside the door. Kedar frowned, his hand was already on the axe he had placed by the door. On the handle of the axe, Ornn's mark still exudes warmth.

Kedar opened the door cautiously, and saw a naked woman standing tremblingly in the woods in front of his house. She was covered in blood and looked in a trance. A line of blood-colored footprints spread backward from where she was standing, extending all the way to a far place.

After thinking over and over again, Kedal still chose to speak out: "Hello!"

Unexpectedly, just as he made a sound, the woman's face became panic at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her features were crowded together, and a long scream came out of her throat, and then she fell to the ground, dead.

What is the situation? !

Kedal looked at everything in front of him and was speechless.

When it was getting dark, he finally dug a grave for the woman not far from home and buried her. In any case, watching a person expose a corpse in the wilderness, he can't do it. Even if the price is no time to cook, and still hungry.

With a sigh, Kedar picked up his axe and shovel and walked back to his home. Just when he was still thinking about what to eat at night, a trace of light from under his wooden door and the sound of conversation inside made the man's face quickly turn fierce.

Kedal quickly threw the shovel aside, the axe already in his hand. He lowered his pace and quietly approached his door, listening carefully to the situation inside.

"Are you sure the footprints are broken right here?"

"That's right, boss. I'm sure. Besides, even if you can't trust me, you have to trust Luto's nose!"

"Wang Wang!"

"Look, Luto made you believe him!"

"Shut up your stupid dog... Who knows when the owner of this house will be back?"

"As soon as he comes back, let's just ask him something."

"Yeah, just asking something." The voice of the person called the boss was a little helpless: "Then you shouldn't fucking eat other people's food!"

"Just eat...he won't care."

Not sure, young man.

Kedal kicked the door open.