Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Dumbledore was basking in the sun, and the sun in the afternoon was not as fierce as it was at noon. But it also makes the old man of his age extraordinarily comfortable. He hadn't studied like this for a long time, and he had rested. Usually busy with various things... wait, did I forget something?

Dumbledore, who was lying on the reclining chair with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He remembered that today was the third day, and he should have answered Hogwarts after checking the situation. But he also remembered that there was no fireplace in the villa, and it would be too difficult to pass a message to Hogwarts in England through the Patronus in France. Thinking of this, he simply stood up and went back to the basement.

His teacher—even though he never called He Shenyan that way, the two of them seemed to have acquiesced in this matter—there was a book floating in front of He Shenyan. Seeing him coming, He Shenyan quickly put away the book. He asked, "What's the matter?"

Dumbledore said the matter again, and He Shenyan nodded: "This is simple, let's go back to your school together, I just want to see how fast the children learn."

So Dumbledore picked up his elder wand. He didn't bring his luggage. He stood empty-handed in the open space in front of the villa, watching He Shenyan and clapping his hands. The country house where he had lived for two days disappeared and became a grove. Noticing Dumbledore's eyes, He Shenyan explained: "This is a simple spell under the 'travel' spell column. You will be able to understand it after I compile my book."

"So," said Dumbledore, taking out his wand, "shall we Apparate back?"

"Apparition? Oh! You're talking about the somewhat dangerous teleportation spell. I'll show you a more interesting one." He Shenyan thought about it before remembering what it was. He drew a circle with one hand, deliberately Let Dumbledore feel the flow of magic. An arc appeared in the air, like a mirror, shining with black magic. He put a hand on Dumbledore and said, "Now think about your school, what is it called?"

Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts."

So the black center of the arc slowly changed color and unfolded, and the scenery inside became the place where the old man had spent most of his life, his school, Hogwarts. Dumbledore was about to say that magic like Apparition was forbidden in the school unless the headmaster himself lifted the ban. But He Shenyan seemed to know what he was going to say: "Ah, there are some restrictions. It's a bit rough, but the idea is good."

"Go in now, and be careful not to have any conflicting thoughts when you go through the door, or you might leave something behind the door," he said politely, stepping inside with Dumbledore. Through the portal, they were back at Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. In front of you is the door to Hogwarts. There are many students walking in twos and threes on the grass and by the lake, or sitting and talking together. None of them noticed a tall stranger and their familiar headmaster standing in front of the open door.

Dumbledore was particularly surprised—even envious. He didn't feel the uncomfortable Apparition, like being squeezed out of a rubber tube. There's no such harsh snapping sound either. It's actually like walking out the door.

Back at school, Dumbledore had something special about him. His back straightened, and He Shenyan gestured for him to lead the way. Dumbledore led him through the gates of this ancient school. Passing through the heavy and fine oak door, there is a very luxurious marble staircase directly opposite. On the right is a double door, which Dumbledore said was the auditorium. It is a place for students and professors to eat, and it is also a place where new students enter the school for the sorting ceremony every year.

"The Sorting Ceremony?"

"Ah, yes. We have a little thing called the Sorting Hat. Put it on, and it reads out the traits of each person's personality, which helps us sort them into students with similar personalities - a total of four colleges.

Named after the founder's surname, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin. He explained, walking up the stairs with He Shenyan. The man nodded, and the passing students watched the headmaster take this handsome stranger touring the campus and introduced him personally. They all ran away excitedly. No. Dumbledore doesn't have to think about it, there may be a long riot at dinner tonight.

He smiled helplessly, and went on to work on a job he also enjoyed—he really loved the old castle.

They walked up to the second floor, and the moving murals and strange floating stairs hanging along the way made He Shenyan laugh. He said, "It seems that both wizards and mages in my world have strange tastes in these places."

Dumbledore also smiled, and said, "This castle is so old that even as the headmaster I can't control every aspect of it. Let it be in these little details."

After walking down a corridor, Dumbledore led him to knock on a door. A woman inside the door said, "Come in."

So Dumbledore opened the door, and he introduced to He Shenyan: "Minerva McGonagall. Dean of Gryffindor House. My good friend, colleague, and a reliable person." The lady who was sitting behind her desk writing something stood up in surprise and looked at the principal and the handsome stranger. A warm fire burned in the fireplace beside her.

The room is small but full of warmth.

"Hello, Ms. McGonagall. My name is He Shenyan, you can call me anything." He Shenyan smiled at her and stretched out his right hand. He could see from the outside that this lady must be a serious and very reliable person, from her dress, her standing, and even the writing on the parchment on the table. This gave him some good feelings, and he has always liked such people.

Professor McGonagall walked out from behind the desk. She glanced at Dumbledore, smiled politely and shook hands with He Shenyan: "Hello, Mr. He, I didn't know you were...?"

Dumbledore laughed maliciously, and he usually behaved a bit old-fashioned when facing his friends: "This is my teacher."

He was satisfied to see the expression on McGonagall's face quickly turn to shock and 'you're absolutely kidding me', but Dumbledore just nodded: "You heard that right, Minerva. This is indeed my teacher. . Please go and inform the other teachers that we will have a short meeting in the conference room at six o'clock in the afternoon. I will explain at that time."

Leaving behind Professor McGonagall, who was nodding her head, she returned to her desk and continued to work. Dumbledore continued to take He Shenyan to visit Hogwarts. He pointed to the grass outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "The view from here is very good, right?"

He Shenyan touched his chin and said, "Well... as far as I'm concerned, it might be better if there are other embellishments."

"What is it?"

"Well... you won't like it, trust me, Dumbledore." He Shenyan smiled and skipped the topic. He didn't want to tell people that his favorite plant was actually a pink pentagram.

The two walked all the way up to the third floor, and when they passed the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, He Shenyan took the initiative to stop. He asked, "Well, it might be rude to ask that. But, Dumbledore, what are the hiring standards at Hogwarts?"

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was puzzled.

He Shenyan shook his head out of courtesy. He didn't use his spirit to scan the whole school as soon as he came. It was because of this that he came to this place and found the rotten magical aura on the person inside. It almost stunned him. He simply stopped suppressing his magical aura. Put all the pressure on the guy inside. In an instant, there was a muffled groan from behind the door, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

Dumbledore pushed open the door, his expression almost frozen when he saw the back of the man lying on the ground. Couldn't speak for a while. He Shenyan stood beside him and asked, "Forgive me for acting without asking you. But the stench on this guy's body makes me very sure that he is not the same as you."

"Yes... yes." Dumbledore raised his hand and put it down, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, sighed and said, "This is a former student of mine named Tom Riddle ...I mean this on the back of the head. He was very good in school, but unfortunately he went the wrong way..."

"He carried out widespread terror attacks all over the UK, trying to take over the world. We paid a very dear price and after defeating him, he disappeared. What I didn't expect was that he would sneak into the school. "He looked a lot older and lighter all at once, as if he had lifted a burden.

He Shenyan did not comment after listening to him. It's just that his gaze on that inhuman face was somewhat disdainful.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers. The man lying on the ground woke up immediately, he got up, looked at Dumbledore in horror, and touched the back of his head. A voice cursed: "Idiot! What are you touching?"

"Lord...Master, Master, Dumbledore is here..." He looked like he was going to faint, Dumbledore sighed again, and he said, "Please turn around, Mr. Quirrell. ."

He ignored the swearing and organizing of that voice, the voice that made him pull out his wand. He obeyed Dumbledore's gentle orders, and turned shiveringly. An ugly face moved on the back of his head. He has slender scarlet eyes with a flame of resentment burning in them, and a flat nose with just two slits. His speech was as cold as a snake spitting out a letter: "Dumbledore...what are you waiting for? Do it!"

Dumbledore's previous emotions were all restrained. Standing upright, unafraid of the horrific face, he drew his wand without casting a spell. He just said a word lightly, even with pity in his tone: "Tom, you don't really need to go this far."

The man he called Tom - or the face growled: "Enough! You hypocrite old fool! Do it! What are you still hypocritically saying there?!"

"I think it's better not to do it first." He Shenyan said suddenly. He squinted at this ugly thing, and said impatiently: "I'm so tired of you laymen who just don't know much about the soul and pollute my eyes at will... Haven't you thought about it when you split your soul? What a—(omit some obscenities) you ugly—(omit some again)!”

Tom widened his scarlet slender eyes, and he was so angry that he could only spit out a few vague words: "How dare you...how dare you...?!"

"Of course I dare, you parasite. Look at your current appearance, don't you dare to say that you are not?" He Shenyan sneered again, but he soon lost this interest. He simply sealed Tom's mouth with magic. With a finger, a black light beam hit his face. He grew his mouth in a silent scream, and was pulled from the back of Quirrell's head like a piece of plasticine. Quirrell fainted on the spot, fell to the ground again, his nose was broken and he was bleeding, but no one cared about him at the moment.

He Shenyan clapped his hands, and he carried Tom Riddle, who was silently cursing, like a skin. Hand him over to Dumbledore. After all this, he seemed to have lost all interest: "Just here, Dumbledore. I'm sure you have some other use for him? We'll talk about learning after the meeting tonight. All right. Now you can go about your business, don't worry about me. I'll go shopping by myself."

Dumbledore really had to do something at this point, like get the Ministry of Magic to announce that Voldemort, who had been on the run for a long time, had been arrested, then put Quirrell in Azkaban, and then tortured Voldemort or used magic to find the location of his Horcrux some type of. Even if He Shenyan didn't say anything, he would say that he was going to leave for a while. Since He Shenyan was so reasonable, he was happy to let him go.

He Shenyan turned and left neatly. He quite liked this castle. The magic on this is very old, it's one thing to be backward, but the idea is very interesting. While wandering unknowingly, he came all the way to the eighth floor.