Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Has everyone finished reading?" he asked.

"Good, then, I'm going to start asking questions. Please note that you don't have to raise your hand to indicate that you want to answer this question. Because everyone will be asked by me at least three times this semester. Please be prepared."

He stood on the podium with his hands behind his back, his long black hair tied into a ponytail behind his head. He Shenyan said: "Mr. Draco Malfoy, please stand up."

Harry turned around and saw Malfoy stood up with a pale face.

"Please tell me, can the total amount of magic power be increased through hard work?" He Shenyan asked unhurriedly. Malfoy swallowed his saliva, his voice was not loud, and he said with a hint of weakness: "

But...it's okay, Professor. I think it's okay."

Harry saw a smile on the professor's face: "Yes, five points for Slytherin. Please sit down."

Malfoy sat down with relief and let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, he always felt a sense of pressure when facing this young new professor.

"Mr. Malfoy is right. The total amount of magic power can be increased through hard work. In about a week, I will tell you how to meditate. If you find that there are more classmates around you than you, please don't be discouraged.

Don’t feel like you have no talent and want to give up. Remember, the amount of magic power is not the criterion that determines whether you are a qualified mage.”

He Shenyan then said: "Mr. Ron Weasley, please stand up."

Ron stood up quickly, and his knees even hit the table with a bang. But he didn't cry out in pain.

Everyone could see his nervousness, but no one laughed at him, not even Malfoy. The new professor seemed to have the ability to make everyone become serious without realizing it. Harry heard Professor He

Asked: "Please tell me the process of casting a spell?"

Ron stammered: "Well, use your spirit and will to drive magic, use your imagination to build a spell model, and finally use magic to release the spell model... Is that so, Professor?"

"Very good, five points from Gryffindor. Please sit down, Mr. Weasley. I have a few points to add, and I hope you will write them down. Oh, I noticed that many of you did not bring your notebooks.

This is my problem, I forgot to remind you, sorry." He snapped his fingers, and everyone got a pen and a black kraft paper book.

After they all picked up their pens to start recording, He Shenyan spoke again: "I wrote this process in great detail, so you may find it a little difficult to understand. But it is actually very simple. This is a matter of course for mages.

, how many of you have ever had your emotions change something around you?"

Many people raised their hands.

"That's right, at that moment, your strong emotions drove the magic and made it do what you imagined. The essence of spellcasting is to use your will to affect the real world - please write this sentence down, it will be used in the exam

.In addition, please do not write some irrelevant content in your notebook. I will check it at the end of the semester, which is also related to your overall score. If you fail, you will repeat the grade."

The class lasted from 9:30 to 12 o'clock, and then ended immediately. They were preparing to go to lunch in twos and threes. Ron told Harry about the professor's teaching style: "Oh my God! He is so strict, isn't it?"

? I never thought he would give us so many rules right from the start!"

Hermione said from the side: "Is it much? I think it's not bad! And he is actually very responsible. He gave it to you if you didn't bring a notebook."

Harley nodded: "I have begun to look forward to meditation, but when I turned to page 45, the words on it were blurred. There was only one clear sentence: Please wait for the progress of the course and do not try meditation on your own."

Ron looked at her in shock: "You actually read the rest? I couldn't stand it after reading the first three pages! There are too many theories!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and then agreed that Ron might be allergic to reading.

During lunch, they heard many senior students complaining that the new courses were too difficult, and it was unimaginable to completely abandon their wands to cast spells.

Ron thought thoughtfully: "It's okay..."

Harley was cutting the steak on her plate when she asked, "What's better?"

"Fortunately, my wand is leftover from my brother's use, so I won't feel bad even if I throw it away." He laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes, and she pointed out a problem unceremoniously: "If even the seniors

Students think the courses are too difficult, so you should think more about whether we will fail the exam."

The originally cheerful atmosphere was frozen with Hermione's words. Many freshmen on their long table heard Hermione's words. Their expressions became as sad as those of the upperclassmen. Ron was there.

After Hermione said that, she looked ahead blankly, as if she had already seen how she failed the exam. Harry shook his head, finished the steak, took another vanilla ice cream and ate it.

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During dinner that day, this heavy atmosphere became even more obvious. Every student had a solemn look on his face. Many people actually brought "Basic Theory of Magic" to the auditorium and read it while eating, and they were very careful.

to prevent the soup from splashing on it. Professor McGonagall looked at this scene with some disbelief. She asked Flitwick next to her in a low voice: "Merlin, what is going on?"

The short professor smiled and said: "Minerva! No matter what the situation is, I am happy to see their vigorous energy used on the right path. Not to mention that it was the same with us a month ago, wasn't it?"

Snape's eyes wandered back and forth between his dinner plate and the long Slytherin table. He ate the food in his bowl without saying a word, and then left straight away. He came to the first floor of the basement, and his

Office. The original Potions classroom will obviously not be used again this year, but he learned from Mr. He that Potions is still an important subject in their world, but it is slightly different from what wizards master.

Different. He was looking forward to the day when he would learn new potions.

For the first time, he lit the fireplace that he had not used for a long time, and used magic to put all the glass jars filled with strange things on the shelf into a big box. He also cleaned up the dust on the ground, leaving the walls dim and dull.

, he frowned when he saw this. He used a simple spell: fluorescence. This is a basic spell that is somewhat similar to fluorescent flashing, but completely different. Its function is to release a long-term light source that can be fixed and shaped.

, can be lit or extinguished at the will of the releaser.

A light ball emitting soft and warm light floated on the ceiling, filling the room with warm light.

After doing all this, he tidied his clothes and hair, sat on his chair, took out some documents, and looked very busy. In fact, he didn't even move his pen.

After a while, there was a knock on his office door. Snape straightened his back and tried hard to keep his voice from fluctuating: "Please come in."

A red-haired girl opened the door and walked in. With her hands behind her back, she came all the way to Snape and handed him a piece of vanilla ice cream.

"It's for you, Professor. I noticed you didn't eat dessert today." Harley said with a smile.

"...Thank you." Snape stared at the ice cream blankly. He took it and took a bite.

"Very good...five points for Slytherin." He said calmly.