Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 31

"Sit down, Dumbledore. I'm here to say goodbye." He Shenyan motioned the old man who stood up when he saw him to sit down. He pulled the purple velvet chair in front of Dumbledore's desk and sat on it.

"Farewell?"

"Yes. I'm afraid I have to leave." He Shenyan nodded to him. He continued: "It's not that I want to leave, but that I'm afraid that if I don't leave, it may bring you an unprecedented war."

"Is it about those... things?" Dumbledore's expression became serious, and his azure blue eyes looked at He Shenyan through the lenses. His phoenix, Fox watched the two humans from the elevated side.

The man just nodded.

The old man sighed. He stood up and shook hands with He Shenyan. His tone was full of sincerity: "It's a pleasure to work with you, He. I'm also very honored to be one of your students."

He Shenyan laughed: "It doesn't have to be like this, Dumbledore. The full magic will give you a very long life. Maybe we will meet again someday. Now, if you don't mind, I want to give it to me. The students have one last class."

He turned to leave, the door closing very softly. Dumbledore sat in his chair, wondering what he was thinking.

He Shenyan walked unhurriedly in the corridor, and the students who came and went greeted the professor who he hadn't seen in a week. He responded with a smile on his face. He went all the way to the fourth floor, pushed open the familiar door, and on the podium stood Severus Snape dressed in black. He was stunned when he saw He Shenyan, then walked over and asked softly: "You're back?"

"Yes, Mr. Snape. Let me come to this class. This should also be my last class."

Snape gave him a deep look, nodded, and walked out of the classroom.

He Shenyan stepped onto the podium, and cheers rang out in the classroom. He Shenyan smiled rarely during class. He smiled and pressed his hands down, signaling the restless little wizards to calm down.

"Although saying this at this time may be a bit unpleasant, I have to tell you that this will be my last class."

There were exclamations all around.

"In this class, I'm not going to talk about magic theory or any knowledge. I just want to tell you one thing."

"Have any of you here ever played RPG games?"

Many little wizards in jackets raised their hands.

"Very good. But I still have to explain, after all, not everyone knows this term."

"You can understand this as a special game. You can freely set the name of your character, whether it is a man or a woman, and even his/her appearance, character, and origin. You can even do what he/she likes or doesn't like. Go set. Let's call it an avatar. On this strange journey, your avatar will experience adventures, face difficulties, and find treasure. But the journey will end, in At the end of the journey, what will your avatar do?"

"What will you do?"

He set aside some time for them to think.

"That's the cruelty of parting, whether you've thought about it or not, whether you've rehearsed it in your mind. But when that day comes, all the drafts you've written before will be nothing. In RPG games, your avatar will get an ending when you reach the end of the journey. He or she may go to the countryside, or die in battle. You may spend the rest of your life with your lover, or you may immerse yourself in magic research until death comes."

"Parting is something we must suffer in our lives. I know some of you may feel very uncomfortable about it, but..."

"Remember what I said in the first class? The amount of magic power is not the criterion for determining whether a mage is qualified or not." He whispered this sentence, and the children sitting opposite him read in unison with him. .

"My teacher told me the second half of this sentence. Now I'll tell you."

"The amount of magic power is not the criterion for determining whether a mage is qualified, but calmness. Do not lose this calmness under any circumstances, everyone, even if you are facing a dragon. Please be full of courage, calmly cast spells, use Beat it hard the way I teach you."

"Don't take parting as never seeing you again, and don't make it too poetic. You may not care about it, or you may feel uncomfortable about it for a long time. But the meaning of parting is precisely for goodbye."

"I'm done, goodbye, classmates."

He turned around and left the podium, walked through the door of the classroom, and stepped into his portal without any reluctance. His departure was as silent as his arrival, known only to a few in the world.

He Shenyan appeared on the moon again.

The touch in his heart has not subsided, but he can't stop. From the memories of those angels, he has obtained their method of breaking the world.

After reading the dozens of methods, UU reading www.uukanshu.com He Shenyan had to admit that the angel's evaluation of his method was correct at the beginning.

It is indeed rough and primitive.

His approach is fraught with uncertainty and risk, waiting for the weak point of the world's walls to emerge. Then he pulled out half of his soul and assimilated it, so that he had the same properties as the barrier of the world, and then passed through the weak point, roamed the sea of ​​stars, and was inhaled by the unknown planet. I don't even know if it will be caught by a curious foreign god.

For the first time, He Shenyan felt that his luck was simply too good.

When the angels are dispatched in groups, they will use the endless energy of the eternal heaven, and I don't know how many worlds they have brainwashed to get so much. Those energies are fed into what is called a 'cross-engine', which in the memory of the angels usually appears as a large, fiery sphere of light. As long as you enter the coordinates of that world, you can reach that world.

They rely on the method of 'throwing the drift bottle', allowing mortals to use their spells, so as to assimilate the creatures through the back door left in it, transforming them into heavenly creatures as the vanguard. In the process, you can also get the coordinates from this world, so you can go directly and "discover" that world.

Cool, precise and efficient. But it's not what he needs, not to mention whether he can use that thing. He Shenyan didn't think that after killing twenty-five angels, he could swagger into someone's lair, and asked politely like a no-brainer: "Hello, I know it might be a little rude to say that, but I want to borrow it. Get your crossover engine, okay?"

Although the twenty-five angels did not come here by using world coordinates.

But, this thing is really interesting.

Chapter end