Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 8

He Shenyan heard the sound of the door opening and the slow footsteps coming from behind. He was not surprised by Snape's arrival. He had seen such people a lot, especially Dumbledore reminded him sideways. It seems that in every world, the Brits like to round the corners.

Snape entered the room and found that the space had become more than five times larger than before. The portraits of the former headmasters were gone, as did Dumbledore's desk full of miscellaneous items. Only the walls and floors remain in their original colors. Nothing but an empty room. He saw the man standing in the middle of the room with his back to him.

He walked in and said loudly: "Mr. Ho! Remember me? We met in the afternoon, I'm Severus Snape, I came to ask you..."

"It's about resurrection, right?" He Shenyan didn't even turn around.

If Snape was struck by lightning, no one would feel better if someone poked at the thoughts that had been buried in their hearts for more than ten years. He could only nodded silently.

He Shenyan finally turned around. He was flipping through a book in his hand. On the heavy brown cover was written "The Complete Book of Standard Spells" in cursive script. There was a line of small characters below. Ben strong.

As he flipped through the book, he said casually, "Of course you can. This kind of thing is not difficult for mages."

"but..."

Here, he wants to make conditions. Snape's heart trembled, but it was natural to have the conditions. A new, better and more advanced way of casting spells and magic that can even resurrect the dead. It is strange that there are no conditions.

He was even ready to do whatever He Shenyan suggested, even killing Dumbledore.

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

He raised his head and said, "Why are you disturbing the dead?"

After a long silence, Snape spoke with difficulty, trying to make his articulation clear, but the harder he tried, the more he failed, his tongue in his mouth like a rusty pennie: "Because ...because she died by accident, she shouldn't have died like that. And she's ... heroic, she died to protect her daughter."

He spoke slowly and clearly. It seemed that every word had to use all the strength of the whole body: "Also, I owe her an apology."

"I won't help you." Snape lowered his head, his fingers pierced into the palm of his hand, 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 in a month, and the progress will be mainly based on them." He raised his head suddenly. Come, the joy on his face is undisguised.

He Shenyan said calmly: "Don't be too happy, Mr. Snape. I have requirements for students. Especially for those of you who are gifted, it may be stricter. My personal suggestion is that you better do it. Get ready."

He deliberately paused: "...and it's better to take good care of personal hygiene, it's better to take a shower every day, Mr. Snape."

He Shenyan even made a humorous joke: "I think that lady also hopes that the one who resurrects herself is a clean man."

Snape didn't fall asleep that night.

In fact, since that day, it has been difficult for him to fall asleep smoothly. Sometimes he went to bed early, but would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. The dream had Voldemort laughing wildly, lying in a pool of blood, and Snape tried to pull out his wand and cast a spell on Voldemort, but he couldn't even move. Sometimes harder, even sleepless nights.

The guilt in his heart keeps increasing every day, as does the love that doesn't get any response. This kind of condemnation from the conscience can gradually consume a person. But today, he had the opportunity to reverse all of this, but he still couldn't sleep.

He was full of those green eyes. Once upon a time, in the best days of Snape's memory, they would have looked at each other.

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

The verse is too beautiful to be reproduced.

Can't even remember.

This man, who never showed his feelings easily, stared at the white moonlight sprinkled by the bed, and he actually started to cry silently, crying silently in the dark.

At eight forty-five the next day, He Shenyan was fully dressed and waiting for his students in the now magic classroom in the former principal's office. He used the same set of magic that he used on Dumbledore yesterday for others, and the effect was remarkable. He was very satisfied, and even more determined that he must let them completely give up using that **** five-year-old child's wand. spellcasting.

At nine o'clock, everyone is here. The current Hogwarts teachers are standing in this empty room. Albus Dumbledore. Minerva McGonagall. Severus Snape. Filius Flitwick. Aurora Sinista. 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 six comfortable chairs and six flat and wide tables appeared in the room. He motioned for the students to go over and sit down. Although it is strange to teach a group of teachers who are several times older than him, but as long as they are willing to learn, He Shenyan is willing to teach.

After they were all seated, a floating blackboard appeared behind He Shenyan. The black magic formed a pen behind him, and automatically began to write, it was the theory of the basic connection between the mind and the soul, and some simple meditation preparation knowledge.

Severus Snape wore a brand new black suit, even his hair was cut short and his beard was clean shaven. He took a cowhide book that was obviously just bought, and started writing on it with a quill pen. He didn't want to let go of a single word on the blackboard, and even copied down the title in its entirety. Mag was speechless beside him for a while, thinking that you were never so serious when I taught you Transfiguration. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The first class lasted for an hour and a half without any breaks. Flitwick even looked a little dissatisfied. This small man has unimaginable energy in his body, especially when he is exposed to this new knowledge, that energy will burst out. He was the one who made the fastest progress, even Dumbledore couldn't compare, which surprised He Shenyan. He immediately increased his teaching progress towards Flitwick a little.

After the first class, there was a 20-minute break for them to digest what they had just learned. But this time is definitely something they can't fully understand, just like Severus Snape now, sitting in his seat with his face brooding, staring at the neat handwriting on his cowhide book in silence .

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

Snape raised his head in a trance. He looked at the young man, then pointed to a passage on the leather book and asked, "I don't quite understand this passage, Mr. He." The soul and the body are very closely combined. Not even death can separate them, unless the devil takes them to hell. Or angels take them to heaven.' And do the souls of the dead always sleep in their bodies?"

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

Snape's body shook.

He Shenyan knew the reason, he didn't bother this man who became restrained because his hope was approaching. This is human nature. He was already thinking about how to start the next class.

Chapter end