Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan heard the sound of the door opening and slow footsteps coming from behind. He was not surprised by Snape's arrival. He had seen many such people, especially Dumbledore who also reminded him in a subtle way. It seemed that

In every world, the British like to mince words.

Snape entered the room and found that the space had become more than five times larger than before. The portraits of the previous principals were gone, and Dumbledore's table filled with various miscellaneous items also disappeared. Only the walls and

The ground still retained its original color. There was nothing else, just an empty room. He saw the man standing in the center of the room with his back to him.

He walked in and said loudly: "Mr. He! Do you remember me? We met in the afternoon. I am Severus Snape. I came to ask you..."

"About resurrection or something, right?" He Shenyan didn't even turn around.

Snape was like being struck by lightning, and no one would be better off if someone struck him with a thought that had been buried in his heart for more than ten years. He could only nodded silently.

He Shenyan finally turned around. He was holding a book in his hand and was flipping through it. "Standard Spell Collection" was written in curly script on the thick brown cover. There was also a line of small words below. The book was more than six years old.

Strong.

He said casually while flipping through the book: "Of course. This kind of thing is not difficult for mages."

"but..."

Here he is, asking for conditions. Snape trembled in his heart, but it is natural to have conditions. A brand new, better and more advanced way of casting spells and magic that can even resurrect the dead. It would be strange to have no conditions.

He was even ready to complete whatever He Shenyan proposed, even if it meant killing Dumbledore.

But what he didn't expect was that He Shenyan just asked a question.

He looked up and said, "Why do you bother the dead man?"

After a long silence, Snape spoke with difficulty. He tried hard to speak clearly, but the harder he tried, the more he failed. His tongue was like a rusty five-cent coin in his mouth: "Because

...Because she died accidentally, she shouldn't have died like that. And she was...very heroic, she died to protect her daughter."

He spoke slower and slower and more clearly. It seemed as if every word required all his strength: "Besides, I owe her an apology."

"I won't help you." Snape lowered his head, his fingers pricked into his palm, and blood flowed out.

"But I will teach you. You are very talented. It depends on how much you can learn in this month. I will teach students again in a month, and the progress will be based on them." He suddenly raised his head.

Come, the joy on your face is undisguised.

He Shenyan said calmly: "Don't be too happy, Mr. Snape. I have requirements for students. Especially for you talented people, I may be more strict. My personal suggestion is that you'd better do

Be prepared."

He paused deliberately: "...and it's best to do good personal hygiene. It's best to take a bath every day, Mr. Snape."

He Shenyan even joked humorously: "I think that lady also hopes that the person who resurrects her will be a clean man."

Snape didn't sleep that night.

In fact, since that day, it was difficult for him to sleep peacefully. Sometimes he went to bed very early, but he would always be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. In the dream, there was Voldemort laughing crazily, and she was lying in a pool of blood, Snape thought

He had to take out his wand and cast a spell on Voldemort, but he couldn't even move. Sometimes it was even harder, and he could even stay up all night.

The guilt in his heart continues to increase every day, as does the love that does not receive any response. This kind of condemnation from conscience will gradually devour a person. But today, he got the opportunity to reverse all this, but Still having trouble falling asleep.

All he could think about were those green eyes. Once upon a time, on the best days in Snape's memory, they would have looked into each other's eyes.

He once saw the entire universe, a poetic universe, in those eyes.

The poem is so beautiful that it cannot be copied.

Can't even remember.

This man who never showed his feelings easily stared at the white moonlight shining down beside the bed, and he actually began to cry silently, crying silently in the darkness.

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At 8:45 the next day, He Shenyan was already fully dressed and found the magic classroom in the former principal's office waiting for his students. He also used the set of magic he used on Dumbledore yesterday on others. After using a set, the effect was remarkable. He was very satisfied and became more determined to make them completely give up using that damn five-year-old child's wand to cast spells.

At nine o'clock, everyone arrived. The current teachers of Hogwarts were all standing in this empty room. Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus... Snape. Filius Flitwick. Aurora Sinistra. Rolanda Hooch.

Except for Professor Binns who couldn't come due to personal reasons and Professor Trelawney who refused to come anyway, there were six people in total. He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and there were six comfortable chairs and six flat and spacious tables. The table appeared in the room. He motioned for the students to go over and sit down. Although it was a bit strange to teach a group of teachers who were several times older than himself, He Shenyan was happy to teach as long as they were willing to learn.

After they all sat down, a floating blackboard appeared behind He Shenyan. The black magic power formed a pen behind his back, and he automatically began to write. It was a theory about the basic connection between the spirit and the soul, and Some basic meditation preparation knowledge.

Severus Snape was wearing a brand new black suit. He even had his hair cut short and his beard cleanly shaved. He was holding a leather notebook that he had obviously just bought and was writing on it with a quill pen. He started writing quickly, not wanting to miss a single word on the blackboard, even copying down the title in its entirety. Mag looked at him next to him and was speechless for a while, thinking to himself that when I taught you the art of transfiguration, you didn't I've never been so serious.

The first class lasted for an hour and a half without a break. Flitwick even looked a little dissatisfied. This little man had unimaginable energy in his body, especially when he was exposed to such brand-new knowledge. All this energy will burst out. He is the one with the fastest progress, even Dumbledore can't compare, which surprised He Shenyan. He then slightly improved Flitwick's teaching progress in his mind .

After the first class, there was a total of twenty minutes of rest time for them to digest the knowledge they had just learned. But this time was definitely enough for them to not fully understand, just like Severus now. Snape, he sat in his seat with his face raised in thought, staring at the neat handwriting on his leather notebook in silence.

He Shenyan stepped forward, patted Snape and said, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask questions at any time."

Snape raised his head in a daze. He looked at the young man, then pointed to a certain paragraph in the leather notebook and asked, "I don't quite understand this paragraph, Mr. He. The soul and body are very closely integrated.

Even death may not be able to separate them, unless the devil takes them to hell or angels take them to heaven.' Will the souls of the deceased always sleep in the body?"

He Shenyan thought for a while and replied: "That's the case in most cases. Since I haven't found any traces of heaven and hell in your world, you can take it as 100%."

Snape's body swayed.

He Shenyan knew the reason. He did not disturb this man who was restrained by the impending hope. This was human nature. He had already begun to think about how to start the next class.