Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Dumbledore was basking in the sun. The sunlight in the afternoon was not as strong as it was at noon. But it also made an old man of his age feel particularly comfortable. It had been a long time since he had simply studied and rested like this. He was usually busy with all kinds of things.

Affairs...wait, did I forget something?

Dumbledore, who was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He remembered that today was already the third day, and he should have responded to Hogwarts after finding out the situation. But he remembered that there was no one in the villa.

The fireplace, and it would be too difficult to send messages to Hogwarts in England through the Patronus in France. Thinking of this, he simply stood up and returned to the basement.

His teacher - although he had never called He Shenyan that, the two of them seemed to have acquiesced in this matter - He Shenyan had a classic book floating in front of him. Seeing him coming, He Shenyan quickly put it away

That book. He asked: "What's the matter?"

Dumbledore explained the matter, and He Shenyan nodded: "It's simple. Let's go back to your school together. I also want to see how the children learn at a faster pace."

So Dumbledore picked up his Elder Wand. He came without any luggage. He stood empty-handed in the open space in front of the villa, looked at He Shenyan and clapped his hands. The country villa where he stayed for two days was

It disappeared and turned into a small forest. Noticing Dumbledore's eyes, He Shenyan explained: "This is a simple spell under the 'Travel' spell column. After I compile my book, you can

You can understand it.”

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

"Apparition? Oh! You're talking about the somewhat dangerous teleportation spell. I'll show you a more interesting one." He Shenyan thought for a while before remembering what it was. He drew a circle with one hand, deliberately

Let Dumbledore feel the flow of magic power. An arc appeared in the air, like a mirror, shining with black magic light. He put a hand on Dumbledore and said: "Now think about your

What’s the name of the school?”

Dumbledore said: "Hogwarts."

Then the black center of the arc slowly changed color and expanded, and the scenery inside changed to the place where the old man had spent most of his life, his school, Hogwarts. Dumbledore was just about to say that magic such as Apparition is forbidden.

It is not allowed to be used in school unless the principal himself lifts the ban. But He Shenyan seemed to know what he was going to say: "Ah, there are some restrictions. Although it is a bit rough, the idea is good."

"Go in now, and be careful not to have any thoughts of resistance when passing through the door, otherwise you may leave something behind the door." He said tactfully, and walked in together with Dumbledore. Through the portal.

, they returned to Hogwarts in the blink of an eye. In front of them was the gate of Hogwarts. There were many students walking in twos and threes on the grass and by the lake, or sitting together and talking. None of them

Noticed a tall stranger and their familiar principal standing in front of the open door.

Dumbledore was particularly surprised - even a little envious. He didn't feel the uncomfortable feeling of Apparition, like being squeezed out of a rubber pipe. There was no harsh popping sound either. In fact,

It's like walking out the door.

Back at school, Dumbledore had a special temperament. His back was straighter, and He Shenyan gestured for him to lead the way. Dumbledore led him into the gate of this ancient school.

.Passing through the heavy and exquisite oak door, directly opposite is a very luxurious marble staircase. On the right is a double door. Dumbledore introduced that it is the auditorium. It is where students and professors eat.

The place where the sorting ceremony is held for new students every year.

"Sorting ceremony?"

"Ah, yes. We have a little gadget called the Sorting Hat. Put it on, and it will read out the characteristics of each person's personality, which can help us sort them into students with similar personalities - a total of

The four houses are named after their founders, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." He explained while walking up the stairs with He Shenyan. The man nodded,

The students passing by saw the principal taking this handsome and over-the-top stranger around the campus and introducing him personally. They all ran away excitedly. Dumbledore didn't even have to think that there might be a lot of commotion during dinner tonight.

It's been a long time.

He smiled helplessly and continued to do this work that he also enjoyed very much - he really loved this ancient castle.

They walked up to the second floor. 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 too old. Even as the principal, I can't control every aspect of it. Just let it go as far as these small details."

After walking through a corridor, Dumbledore led him to knock on a door. A woman inside the door said: "Please come in."

So Dumbledore opened the door and introduced to He Shenyan: "Minerva McGonagall, the 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 this handsome stranger. A warm fire was burning in the side fireplace behind her.

Although the room is small, it is full of warmth.

"Hello, Ms. Mag. My name is He Shenyan, you can call me whatever you want." He Shenyan smiled at her and stretched out his right hand. He could tell from her appearance that this lady must be a

She is a serious and very reliable person, which can be seen from her dress, stance, and even the handwriting on the parchment on the table. This made him feel good, and he has always liked such people.

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

Dumbledore laughed a little maliciously. He usually behaved like an old naughty boy when facing his friends: "This is my teacher."

He saw with satisfaction that the expression on McGonagall's face quickly turned into shock and 'You're definitely kidding me', but Dumbledore just nodded: "You heard me right, Minerva. This is indeed my teacher."

.Please inform other teachers that we will have a short meeting in the conference room at 6pm. I will explain it then."

Leaving Professor McGonagall nodding absentmindedly, she returned to her desk and continued working. Dumbledore continued to take He Shenyan around Hogwarts. He pointed to the grass outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "Look from here.

It used to be a nice view, right?”

He Shenyan touched his chin and said, "Well... Personally, it would be better if there were some other embellishments."

"What is it?"

"Well... you won't like it, believe me, Dumbledore." He Shenyan smiled and ignored the topic. He didn't want to tell others that his favorite plant was actually a pink pentagon.

Star flower.

The two walked all the way up to the third floor. When they passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office, He Shenyan took the initiative to stop. He asked: "Well, it may be rude to ask this. But, Dumbledore, Hogwarts

What are the recruitment standards?”

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was a little confused.

He Shenyan shook his head, out of politeness. He didn't scan the whole school with his mind as soon as he arrived. That's why when he got here, he discovered the rancid magic aura of the person inside, which almost fainted him.

, he simply stopped suppressing his magical aura and exerted all his strength on the person inside. In an instant, there was a muffled groan from behind the door, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

Dumbledore opened the door. When he saw the back of the man lying on the ground, his expression almost froze. He was speechless for a moment. He Shenyan stood next to him and asked, "I'm sorry I didn't ask."

Just act on your own. But the stench on this guy's body makes me very sure that he is not from the same group as you."

"Yes...yes." Dumbledore raised his hand and put it down. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. He sighed and said, "This is a former student of mine named Tom Riddle.

...I mean the one on the back of his head. He was very good in school, but unfortunately he went astray..."

"He launched a wide range of terrorist attacks across the UK in an attempt to control the entire world. We paid a very heavy price, and after defeating him, he disappeared. What I didn't expect was that he could actually lurk in the school.

"He suddenly looked much older and more relaxed, as if some burden had been lifted.

He Shenyan listened to what he said and rarely made any comment. But his gaze on that inhuman face was somewhat disdainful.

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

what?"

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

.”

He ignored the curses and organization of the voice, asking him to pull out the wand. He obeyed Dumbledore's gentle command and turned around tremblingly. An ugly face moved on the back of his head. He had a slender face.

His scarlet eyes were burning with the flames of resentment, and his flat nose was just two slits. His words were as cold as a snake spitting out a message: "Dumbledore... what are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

All Dumbledore's previous emotions were restrained. He stood there upright, not afraid of this terrifying face. He pulled out his wand, but did not cast a spell. He just said a word lightly, his tone

There was even pity in it: "Tom, there is no need for you to go to this step."

The man he called Tom - or Face roared: "Enough! You hypocritical old fool! Do it! What are you still saying hypocritically?!"

"I think it's better not to do anything yet." He Shenyan said suddenly. He squinted at the ugly thing and said impatiently: "I'm really tired of you guys just starting to pollute the soul without knowing anything about it.

To the uninitiated of my eyes...didn't you think when you were splitting your soul apart how much of a - (some expletives omitted) you ugly - (some omitted again)!"

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

"Of course I dare, you parasite. Look at your appearance now, do you dare to say that you are not?" He Shenyan mocked again, but he soon lost his interest. He simply said

The magic sealed Tom's mouth. With a flick of his hand, a black beam of light hit his face. He opened his mouth while screaming silently, and it was dug out from the back of Quirrell's head like a piece of plasticine.

Come down. Quirrell fainted on the spot. He fell to the ground again, his nose was broken, and blood flowed all over the floor, but no one cared about him at the moment.

He Shenyan clapped his hands. He picked up Tom Riddle, who was cursing silently and looked like a piece of skin, and handed him to Dumbledore. After doing all this, he seemed to have lost all interest: "

That's it, Dumbledore. I believe you have some other uses for him, right? Let's talk about studying after the meeting tonight. Now you can go about your business and don't worry about me.

I’ll go shopping by myself.”

Dumbledore really has to do something at this time, such as calling the Ministry of Magic to announce that Voldemort, who has been on the run for a long time, has been arrested, and then imprisoning Quirrell in Azkaban, and then torture Voldemort or use magic to find the location of his Horcrux.

And so on. Even if He Shenyan didn't say anything, he would still say that he was leaving for a while. Since He Shenyan was so reasonable, he was happy to leave on his own.

He Shenyan turned around and left quickly. He quite liked this castle. The magic here was very ancient. It was one thing to be backward, but the idea was very interesting. While wandering around unknowingly, he reached the eighth floor.

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