Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Almost no one noticed him. He Shenyan just wanted to have a good time by himself. He used some special tricks to make his presence very low - I know some people will want to learn this trick and use it in abnormal places.

Back to the point. If asked to rate the ancient castle, he would give it an 85. Very good. Not to mention the grand and elegant architectural style of this castle, the exquisite and restrained interior decoration is also very suitable for him. He also noticed the ghosts wandering around the castle, conscious portraits and living sculptures. These things are not uncommon to be honest. He himself knew a number of ways to put the souls of living people in portraits and sculptures for easy torture, as well as spells to make souls ghosts. But that's not the case with the creations in this castle, they weren't made in a malicious way, which is very interesting.

Ghosts not created by negative energies and portraits with no living souls in them seemed as precious and interesting to him as cats eating their butts, and if you were a biologist, you would probably want to study this kind of use right away. The cat whose butt came to eat is like his current mood. He sighed that he had chosen the right way to go home. Not only could he find his home bit by bit, but he could also experience some new magic in the process.

Gu Yi once joked that he was a man with some kind of thirst for magical knowledge, and he agreed.

He paused for a while in front of a tapestry called Trollsticks Beating the Silly Barnabas, then turned to look at the wall opposite the tapestry. Out of some courtesy, he didn't study that magic like a folded space on his own. Instead, move forward. For the next half hour, he basically walked around the place except for the student tower and some professors' offices. He stood at a window overlooking the meadows, the woods, the great lake below. An inexplicable joy filled my heart: Well, let's start from here.

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Dumbledore had Apparated to the Ministry with Tom Riddle at this point. Not even the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was much better off, not to mention the rank-and-file staff who were about to faint when they saw the hide in his hand. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face. Looking at the tall old man, he smiled weakly: "My esteemed Dumbledore, what is this?"

Dumbledore didn't show any contempt, he just made a simple gesture for Fudge to calm down, then sat down on the chair behind his desk and put Tom Riddle on the table. The Dark Lord in a skin also seemed to make Fudge nervous, and he almost slipped off his chair, sweating more and more all over. Dumbledore said, "Dear Fudge, can't you see it? This is the Voldemort we've been looking for for years."

He deliberately said that name, and Voldemort's skin immediately began to curse again, in fact he never stopped, but no one could hear it, and could only guess by the shape of his lips. Fudge sat up straight away—not out of excitement, but out of fear. He drew his wand at once and pointed it at Voldemort, and, while trying to look very courageous, he started shouting for the Auror.

While waiting for the Aurors to arrive, he asked Dumbledore if he could call in the reporter as well, after getting an ambiguous permission. Fudge's delight was palpable—it would be a dazzling addition to his career. But Dumbledore was surprisingly not too emotional. He now feels more relaxed than ever. Throughout his life, the first half of his life was entangled with one Dark Lord, and the second half was entangled with another. Now the old one has been in prison for decades, and the young one was found at Hogwarts after ten years of absconding. He felt relieved that he had nothing else on his mind now.

After dealing with Fudge and the reporter with great speed and absent-mindedness,

He pulled Fudge aside, his face straightened, and became serious: "Dear Fudge, I know you're going to get some grades on him, but he hasn't been fully dealt with. Understand? You can arrest him. Spread the word and see if there's a Death Eater who doesn't give up, but I need him alive - for now."

Dumbledore stopped looking at Fudge after saying this, and he didn't explain anything to Fudge. He walked to Fudge's fireplace and disappeared in a burst of flames.

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At six o'clock that night, Professor McGonagall saw Dumbledore open the door in the conference room, followed by the young man he had seen in the afternoon. Professor Trelawney, who was sitting across from her, immediately let out a short exclamation, and then lay down on the table as if she was about to faint. Professor Flitwick next to her helped her up so that she would not lose face in front of the guests. And the famous ghost, Professor Binns, didn't come at all, even if she searched for him for a long time this afternoon before finding him somewhere in the castle and notified him. Mrs. Hooch and Professor Sinista were very interested in this handsome man. Only Snape remained half-dead, and he didn't seem to care about anything.

Dumbledore and He Shenyan walked into the conference room. He did not introduce He Shenyan, but said, "Please allow me to announce two things to you first."

"A disgrace to this school, the infamous Voldemort, Tom Riddle was discovered by this Mr. Ho at four o'clock in the afternoon. He was somehow possessed by Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Quirinus Quirrell. Excuse me. My dull old man didn't spot him, but luckily this gentleman did. So that we wouldn't have Voldemort lecturing our students. He's been brought to the Ministry by now, and tomorrow at the latest, everyone will be there Saw reports about it in the newspapers."

Professor McGonagall felt dizzy, both the joy of Voldemort's arrest and the horror of what Dumbledore had said. The other professors all began to discuss in a low voice, only Snape, his sallow complexion turned pale, and there was an abnormal red tide, his hands were pinched under the table.

"The second thing is that the school will carry out reforms and adopt a new teaching method..." After he said this, he winked playfully, and asked He Shenyan, who was beside him, "It's your turn to play."

He Shenyan smiled and prepared to speak.

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In the middle of the night, Professor McGonagall was sitting in her office unwillingly. At this time of the week, she should be seriously correcting her homework. But now she doesn't have that thought at all, all she thinks about is the miracle that the man showed at the meeting.

Miracle. There is no other way to describe it than a miracle. The magic the wizards used was nothing compared to the man's casual use of what he called simple basics. . .

At first, Snape questioned the "other world" very much, feeling that Dumbledore was confused and believed in a charlatan. Until they were all illuminated by the white star, he could no longer speak, and the whole process was in a state of lingering.

Professor McGonagall noticed that she had been staring at the table for more than half an hour, and she reluctantly put down her quill, intending to go to bed after changing clothes and bathing. But I'm afraid it's hard to fall asleep.

She was actually looking forward to tomorrow at this time. She didn't know if her other colleagues would do the same, but she knew that this incident would mean a huge change to the whole world.

She was fascinated by the way of casting spells and the control of magic power. With such emotions, Professor McGonagall may have a hard time falling asleep tonight.

And Snape was outside the headmaster's office at this time, and he was a little uneasy, which was rarely seen in him. Dumbledore came out and nodded in greeting: "Severus. UU reading www.uukanshu.com "

Snape didn't even notice him coming out for the first time, only raised his head after hearing the voice, he pulled Dumbledore's sleeve, and didn't even say a word at first: "...you, what you said is Really? He's been arrested?"

Dumbledore looked at him, nodding slowly but forcefully. Snape stumbled back a few steps, and only then did he realize that Dumbledore was standing on the shoulders of the phoenix, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

Snape asked, "Are you...?"

"Oh, you said this, I don't plan to be the principal anymore."

"what?!"

Dumbledore was very satisfied to see Snape put on a shocked expression, and he said with that classic prank success smile: "Just kidding, just move a place. This office of mine is going to be used for the future. The place where teachers take classes for a month. Wait until the official start of the school and then come back. After all, students also have to attend classes, at least before the end of the semester, they still have to take those exams.”

Snape nodded. He licked his dry lips and asked hesitantly, "He... er, I mean, that Mr. Ho, is he in there?"

Dumbledore knew what he wanted to ask, so he simply nodded: "Of course, he should prepare lessons there."

After saying this, Dumbledore knocked on the brass handle of the griffin head on the door to put it to sleep and left, leaving only Snape standing there.

In the dim corridor, the candle in front of the principal's office illuminated half of his face. That usually expressionless and indifferent face is now full of hope.

He slowly pushed open the door that anyone could enter because the handle was dormant, and his heart was full of complicated emotions that he couldn't explain.