Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At seven o'clock that night, He Shenyan was grading the students' new homework in his office. He was quite satisfied with this batch of homework. He had almost completed the basic theory of meditation, and most people also gave feedback in their homework.

Not bad...it seems like we can start letting them meditate for the first time. He was immersed in his own thoughts, and the firewood crackled in the fireplace beside him.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he said: "Please come in."

A red-haired boy poked his head out from the door. He looked very nervous. He Shenyan stood up and motioned for the boy to come in. He recognized that this was the Ron Weasley from the freshman class. He was a boy with some talent.

, but a boy who is very inattentive in class.

At this time, Ron was feeling more and more frightened because of his expressionless face. He thought that he had interrupted some of the professor's work. He was about to find an excuse to leave, but He Shenyan just held him down and let him sit in the office.

On a soft chair in front of the table.

"Mr. Weasley, what can you do?" He sat down again, staring at Ron with his black eyes. Ron swallowed, and he said nervously: "Uh, Professor, I just...

.No, I'm very sorry if I've disturbed you, but I just wanted to ask some questions...is that okay?"

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows, and this ambiguous expression made Ron break out in a cold sweat. He just couldn't get along with this professor in a normal way, and always had an inexplicable awe. But He Shenyan suddenly smiled, and he

Said: "Very good. You are the second student this semester who has the courage to come to me to ask questions. Tell me, Mr. Weasley, do you have any questions?"

Ron's nervousness still did not diminish, and he asked: "That's it...Professor, I was distracted in your class four days ago...I didn't listen to the basic use of mental power at all, and I didn't even look at other people's notes.

can't read..."

He avoided it, not daring to look at He Shenyan's face, for fear of a disappointed expression on that face. But he only heard a calm voice: "Please write down every word I say next, Mr. Weasley

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"Do you remember what the nature of spellcasting is?"

"Use your will to influence the real world?"

"Yes, but how do you influence it? If human will can really control the powerful laws of reality so easily, then the world will not be what we see. This depends on mental power. When you first

After a successful meditation, you can mobilize the magic power in a comfortable way. And what is needed to mobilize the magic power is mental strength..."

The warm flame in the fireplace was crackling, and the red-haired boy who didn't dare to look up was lying on the professor's desk and writing furiously. His professor leaned on the chair and told him about the lessons he had taken long ago without any impatience.

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"So, this is where you have been buying wands?" He Shenyan looked at the shabby shop in front of him with some disgust.

The shop was small and shabby, and the gold-lettered sign on the door had peeled off. It read: "Ollivanders: Making Fine Wands Since 382 B.C."

In the shop window, a solitary wand sat on a faded purple cushion.

The store was also very small, with nothing else but a bench in the corner. Thousands of narrow cardboard boxes containing wands were stacked from the floor to the ceiling, and a thin layer of dust fell everywhere.

Dumbledore led him in with a smile, and he greeted a somewhat crazy old man with silver hair and silver eyes: "Ollivander!"

The old man raised his head from the broken wand in front of him, showed a surprised smile, wiped his hands on his clothes, and shook hands with Dumbledore: "Ah, hello! Mr. Dumbledore, you

Did you bring this gentleman to buy a wand?"

"No." He Shenyan shook his head.

He said unceremoniously: "I may be a little rude next, but with all due respect, you are wasting these materials."

The warm smile on Ollivander's face turned into embarrassment. He looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just calmly motioned for him to listen.

He Shenyan waved his hand towards a box on the shelf nearest to him, and the dusty box opened on its own, and a plain black wand flew out. He took it in his hand, looked at it, and said

: "Ebony, nine and one-half inches, dragon heart tendon...am I right?"

He suddenly sighed and actually apologized: "I'm sorry that I was so rude to you just now. I just can't bear to see these materials being ruined like this. They could have had a greater and more outstanding form."

"like this."

A light suddenly lit up in his hand, and Ollivander watched in shock as the wand he had made softened and deformed in just an instant, and the dragon's heart tendon was extracted intact. He had soaked it with family magic potion.

The young man's strong heart was burned with the flame summoned from nowhere, and it actually glowed with silver luster.

He summoned another kind of green flame, and that short glance made Ollivander frightened. The green flame disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the dragon's heart tendon lost all its light at this time, floating in the air like those he had failed to deal with.

The material is the same - lifeless.

He Shenyan moved his fingers slightly, and a green magic circle emerged out of thin air, imprinted on the ebony wood and turned into a mysterious and beautiful pattern. Then it was reshaped in the white light, turning into a stick in a state of non-conservation of matter.

Cane shape.

The dragon's heart tendon turned into a ray of light and flew into the cane. The head of the cane twisted and turned into a dragon head with closed eyes.

This wasn't over yet, he even used magic power to form a sharp carving knife on his finger, and began to carve the dragon's eyeballs bit by bit - Ollivander discovered that when he was doing this, the wooden dragon

The leader actually opened his eyes, allowing him to carve two miniature magic circles on each of his eyeballs, glowing with powerful magical aura.

He Shenyan handed the cane to him: "Try my work. It's thirty-one and four inches. The material remains the same. But it has been specially enchanted and has some minor changes."

Ollivander was speechless at this time. He took the cane with trembling hands. It felt warm in his hand, and then felt hot. He held the head of the cane and felt that the cane was trembling slightly, as if he was breathing.

The old man who had been a wand all his life put everything behind him. He couldn't help but smile. The magic power poured into the wand from his hand, and the spell-casting experience was smoother than his own wand, making him feel like he was rejuvenated at that moment.

, he yelled: "Fluorescent!"

That day, the sky in Diagon Alley was bright for half the night.