Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The first day of classes can be called a perfect end.

Everyone's enthusiasm for learning was very high, and their progress was so fast that He Shenyan was a little surprised. However, considering that these people were originally wizards, it is not surprising that they learned faster than ordinary people in the world who had been exposed to magic for the first time. He was sitting in the empty headmaster's office at the moment, and Dumbledore sat cross-legged not far from him, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing slow and strong. There was a warm blanket under his ass, and a little white magic glow emanated from him.

Snape was watching Dumbledore not far away, and he was so absorbed that it seemed that Dumbledore in meditation was worth recording every breath.

He Shenyan was sitting on the other side. He was lying on a comfortable and spacious chair, looking at the book "The Complete Book of Standard Spells". On the ground beside him was a worn, patched, pointed hat with a hat in the middle. Blurred face. The famous hat was chattering: "Can't you just put me on a chair? It's too cold here too, young man, don't you have the most basic respect for me? ? I'm the most amazing hat!"

He Shenyan yawned, he didn't even bother to look at this dirty hat, the oil on the hat could even reflect the light, as if it had never been cleaned for centuries. He said slowly, "No. This is your punishment for saying I should go to Azkaban."

He turned the page of the book and smiled suddenly: "I'm actually curious, you have survived for centuries as a hat to test people's character. Don't you find it boring?"

The Sorting Hat didn't speak for quite some time. It can read minds and has the ingenuity of the four founders of Hogwarts. It can be said that it is one of the most intelligent magical objects that most wizards and witches can see in their lifetime. So it totally understands what this young man is alluding to. It finally said gruffly: "What you're going to do to the wizarding world is unprecedented, and this could lead to a very bad outcome..."

"Actually, I'm going to correct you a little."

He Shenyan suddenly became interested. He knew why the hat said he should go to Azkaban when he put it on, because it saw part of his intentions. But he doesn't care. He smiled lightly and said, "I haven't done it yet."

"Besides, it's man-made, isn't it? What I'm going to do to the world is truly unprecedented—because it's a change."

He straightened, stared at the filthy surface of the Sorting Hat, and flicked his fingers. The Sorting Hat flew in front of him and heard his pleasant voice: "Dumbledore has made time to visit the Ministry of Magic this afternoon, informing them that Hogwarts will completely change the previous teaching methods and courses in the new school year. , if even your principal agrees with my idea, what else can you do?"

He spun the Sorting Hat in the air, and black magic appeared out of nowhere, cleaning its surface. The original brown-black hat actually turned white at this time, which is enough to prove how dirty it is. Seeing this scene, He Shenyan had undisguised disgust in his eyes, and he put the Sorting Hat on the ground again: "As a hat, you can only watch me change everything, whether it is good or bad depends on Come and see for yourself."

After saying this, he ignored the silent Sorting Hat. Continue to read the book.

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The next period passed very peacefully. He Shenyan praised Flitwick for his hard work and talent more than once in class. He was the one who learned the fastest. Over time, they have all become proficient in meditating. Snape was the most difficult of them all, having needed potions more than once to calm himself down. It was as if he just couldn't calm down.

It's August 30th,

He Shenyan gave them two days off. September 1st is the start of the new semester at Hogwarts, and it is necessary to introduce new students... branch... guide them to move in and a series of complicated things. He Shenyan planned to let Dumbledore and the others take charge of the students in the second year and above, and take charge of the freshmen himself. Meditation and basic knowledge are a much-needed part of magic, and he needs to do it himself to feel at ease.

The faculty and staff went to make preparations, and he himself continued to write his book in the former principal's office.

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Snape knocked on the door of Dumbledore's new office. He walked in after getting permission, and tidied up his black suit crampedly. Dumbledore smiled narrowly. "You look good, Severus."

Snape looked really good. His hair was cut short and his beard was clean-shaven. He even used aftershave he got from somewhere, and in a fitted suit he looked more like a Wall Street elite than a wizard.

He took a deep breath, picked up the black suitcase that Dumbledore had prepared for him, and said, "I'm going now to pick her up."

"You don't have to."

"I insist."

Dumbledore shrugged.

In a wave of magic power, Snape opened the portal and left. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and shook his head. He took off his crescent-shaped glasses and smiled at the scenery outside the window.

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Four Privet Drive.

Snape appeared in the quiet neighborhood, and the portal, unlike Apparition, made no sound. He had thought about this day countless times, but when it really came, he still felt very nervous.

He swallowed and licked his lips subconsciously. Went forward and knocked on the door.

"Who?!"

A fat man opened the door, he looked--'like a pig'- Snape thought.

The man's facial features were squeezed together by fat, and another layer of chin hung from his chin, and even walking gave a feeling of labor. The man glanced at Snape, suddenly put on a smiling face, and his tone became gentle: "Hello, sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Harry Potter." He spat out four words, not even a single extra word.

The man's face changed. He pointed at Snape and said fiercely, "You'd better get out of here now, we don't have this man here."

"yes?"

Snape said coldly. The man suddenly started to float, his face turned red, and he opened his mouth to scream. But Snape pointed casually: "Shut up."

He ignored the fat pig that floated to the ceiling, in fact he had always complained about Dumbledore letting them look after Harry. Forced by Voldemort before, he did not offer his opinion. But now, something has to change.

He stepped into the room, glanced around, and saw on the dining table a boy as fat as a pig like his father, and a woman he had seen before. Although she has black hair, her green eyes are exactly the same as hers.

Snape's expression still showed no warmth, and there was not even a trace of emotion in his tone: "Penny Dursley."

"I'm looking for Harry Potter."

"Where is she?"

Penny clutched the spatula tightly in her hand, and she pulled her son, Dudley, from the large plate of bacon in front of him, dragged him behind her, and then pointed his finger pale. He pointed to a door under the stairs.

Snape frowned.

He walked over, his shoes creaking on the floor. Dudley tried to say something, but his mother covered her mouth tightly.

Snapla opened the door, and a red-haired girl slept in her shabby wooden bed with her back to him. He even saw a nest of spiders in the corner. It smelled of musty, and the space was so small that he even had to bend over to enter. The man was silent for a while, instead of waking the girl, he turned around and closed the door softly.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the complicated emotions in his heart became more and more entangled.

Petunia murmured something to say, but Snape raised his hand for her to shut up. He calmed down and opened the door again and walked in.

He patted the girl awake, and she sat up drowsily, rubbing her tousled hair, putting on her glasses, looking at Snape with those emerald green eyes and saying, "Er... sir? Excuse me. , what's the matter with you?"

Snape just stared at her blankly.

After two minutes, when the girl was a little uneasy about it, he said dryly: "...I'm the teacher at Hogwarts, you can call me Severus Snape. I'm here to pick you up. You went to school."

Harry blinked, and she tilted her head. "Hogwarts? What's that?"

Snape froze for a moment. He asked, "Didn't you get the letter?"

"What letter?"

He turned his head and looked at the woman in the corner of the kitchen. Trembling, she ran to the trash can, unearthed a pile of letters to hand to Snape, and ran away sobbing.