Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Please turn the book to page seventeen. Today we will start talking about the primary use of magic. I will start the lecture in fifteen minutes. Before that, please do your own preview."

On the podium, the black-haired man with a shawl nodded to the students under the podium expressionlessly. He was dressed in a black robe and looked like a sinister bat. After speaking, he strode out of the classroom, letting the students sitting below breathe a sigh of relief.

"Professor Snape seems to be in a bad mood recently."

"Where did you see it?"

"His expression... don't you notice? It's like someone's been harassing him all the time."

The two girls were chatting, and a boy sitting next to them sighed, then whispered: "You better start previewing now, Professor Snape has indeed become a lot better tempered in recent years, but That doesn't mean he'll be open to students who don't study hard."

The girls looked at each other, grinning, as if they didn't care what the boy said: "Pol, you are a third grader like us, why do you pretend that you know Professor Snape well?"

The boy called Bol rolled his eyes, lowered his head and started to turn the book, ignoring the two girls who talked too much. It wasn't him who was punished by Professor Snape anyway.

Whether or not Bol knew Snape at all, the two girls really had something to say—he'd been being molested by someone recently.

"Hey, Professor Snape, are you free? Can we take a moment to chat?"

As soon as a man with round-rimmed glasses saw Snape come out of the classroom, he hurried up to meet him. He was also dark-haired, with deep apology in his light brown eyes.

Snape gave him a nonchalant glance and walked straight past him: "We have nothing to talk about, James Potter."

"No, no, Professor Snape." James Potter hurriedly followed him, explaining anxiously: "I just wanted to talk, I promise, I don't mean anything else!"

As if his words had the effect, Snape stopped. Only, there was a mocking smile on his face, that look so mean and unabashed: "Come on, Potter. I know what kind of person you are, and a belated apology means something to me. What's the point?"

"Put away your useless guilt, you're apologizing to me just to make your life better. You don't want your conscience to be tortured, do you? Because you know, you know very well... ...." Snape stared at him and said slowly, "I saved your life."

James Potter's face turned a little pale, but it was interesting that even though Snape's words were so blatant and unforgiving, he still smiled wryly: "I know, I know. So I want to talk to you. Talk to me, seriously, Snape. It's been so long, please give me a chance—"

"—Goodbye, Mr. Potter. I have class to attend."

Snape interrupted him and walked away coldly, leaving James Potter alone, looking helpless.

He sighed, clapped his hands, and disappeared in a burst of blue light.

When he reappeared, he had already returned to his home.

His wife, Lily Potter, was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Oh, maybe it shouldn't be called a wife - they're divorced now, after all, and Lily has her original name back. Now she is not Mrs Potter, but Lily Evans.

"came back?"

Lily didn't look back, the fireplace provided a comfortable temperature. It was still cold in the UK in March and April. She was draped in a woolen blanket, curled up on the sofa and read a thick book called "The Theory of Magic". Her red hair was half white.

"Yeah..." James glanced at her carefully, stood at the door, put on his slippers, and then sat on the small sofa on the other side. He looked very lost and said nothing.

Lily knew what was going on just by looking at him. She put down the book and asked with a smile, "Failed again?"

"...Yes, I failed again. He just didn't want to talk to me."

"Come on, James, if he does something like that to you, don't say forgive or not, you'll even want to kill him."

James' face turned blue and white as she said this, but she couldn't refute it. He had to sigh again: "I know, I know. I know I did something wrong, but I'm trying to get it back, but he doesn't give me a chance."

"That's your business, James Potter.... Plus, I've got a job and will be moving out soon. You'll have to take care of the housework on your own, my advice is, start with Let's start cooking." Lily picked up the book again, and then flipped through the pages. She seemed to remember something, and said, "Besides, Harley's custody is on my side. If you want to see her during the festival, if you want to see her, Remember to apply to me first."

James' back was getting more and more curved, and at the end, he was almost hunched on the sofa, making him look shorter. He looked lost and sad, and very helpless - because he knew very well that he deserved it.

Originally, things couldn't go this far.

Snape resurrected Lily at a heavy price, and Lily spent a year and a half teaching herself the new theory left by the mysterious mage, and resurrected him. And the resurrected James didn't know which string was missing in his head. When he saw Snape standing with his wife, the newly resurrected guy threw his fist and hit him.

The consequences... Snape didn't fight back from the beginning to the end, Lily kept fighting, and even Sirius was trying to hold him and make him stop.

Seeing this scene, James Potter was furious and said a lot of ugly things. And no matter who persuaded him, he didn't stop. As if Snape had a relationship with Lily by default, Lily slapped him hard and left with Snape with tears in his eyes.

A few days later, she went to apply for a divorce from the Wizarding Affairs Administration.

After Jaime understood what he had done, his bowels were full of remorse.

His nature is actually not bad. When he realizes that he has done something wrong, he immediately wants to make up for it. But neither Lily nor Snape wanted to hear him explain much, and even Sirius and Lupin looked at him with the look you deserved.

At this point, he was also a little disheartened. I even began to feel that my resurrection might not be a good thing.

The room crackled again, a blue light flashed, and Harley, who had become a young girl, appeared in the room. Lily immediately put on a smile and stood up: "Harry! Why did you come back so early today? Didn't you have a little date with that Malfoy?"

Harry, in the knitted sweater, seemed a little reluctant to talk about it. She pouted, took off her contact lenses, and put on the pair of glasses Snape had given her: "Forget it, Mom. He's exactly like Just a kid, I just bumped into Neville on the road and talked to him a little longer. Malfoy was mad."

Lily walked to the kitchen, poured her a cup of hot tea, and then brought a hot towel and rubbed her face: "Okay, okay, boys, it's like this when you're young."

"Did you and Dad do that too when they were young?"

James, who was finally mentioned, raised his head tearfully and looked at his daughter, thinking in his heart, it's better for her.

But his emotion didn't last long, and Lily said ruthlessly, "Ha, James Potter! Your father was famously jealous when he was young..."

"So, that's why he doesn't deal with Professor Snape?"

"That's half right, my little princess." Lily slapped her nose with a smile, causing a chill in Harry. She made an uncomfortable expression: "Mom! Don't call me that! It's so numb!"

James looked at the interaction between them with envious eyes, and the sorrow in his heart made him sigh again: Why didn't I want to listen to people at that time?

Just as he was complaining about himself, he heard Harry's concerned words: "What's the matter with you, Dad?"

She called me dad.

James' nose was sore, and his eyes were flushed with tears.

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Hogwarts.

The UK's largest wizarding school is getting a second spring in the modern age - no, I mean, the icing on the cake.

Hogwarts has benefited greatly from the new knowledge brought by an arcane wizard. Not only has the international status been greatly improved, but now there is no need to look at the face of the Ministry of Magic at all. There is a faint meaning of going out independently, and the gentlemen of the Ministry of Magic are very anxious about this, but there is nothing to do.

The knowledge left by the mage who was called He was so amazing that even a little bit left between the fingers of Hogwarts shook the entire wizarding world. Not to mention Ollivander's announcement that his wand shop is closing for ten years to work on new technology. Just talk about the latest batch of Hogwarts graduates.

Among them, some became Aurors, some went to hospitals, and some opened their own shops and small businesses. But no matter what path they choose, they are often more than one grade better than those from other schools-the ability to cast spells without a stick anytime, anywhere has crushed many people.

Not to mention the strange magic they got from nowhere, it's not bad for attack magic, if it's offensive magic.... Unforgivable spells don't matter!

Have you ever seen a fireball the size of a door panel? Well, they can throw fifty at a time.

There's nothing you can do to counteract it - this new spell isn't included in the list of effects of Spell Stop and All Spell End.

As for the greatest white wizard of modern times, he died a few years ago. Some said he was traveling, others said he died. Both factions have their own support.

But lately, it seems that the proponents of tourism have the upper hand - they somehow got a photo of Dumbledore in a floral shirt, standing on a yacht, smiling and drinking . A woman with a very similar face to him, but a younger woman stood aside, smiling as well.

This photo has caused a long discussion, and major newspapers are talking about it, such as who the woman is, where is Dumbledore now, and so on. But one question has been more or less ignored: who took the pictures?

In the principal's office, the current principal, McGonagall, is talking with an oriental man.

She smiled and looked very emotional: "I really didn't expect you to leave for so long."

"How long?" the man asked. "It's only been a few years...but you guys did a good job."

His eyes moved to the large window, which McGonagall remodeled after he became the principal. She doesn't like a closed environment, so she added a very large floor-to-ceiling window, which also makes it easier for her to observe the students playing on the playground at any time-anything that violates the discipline will be immediately discovered by her.

The old professor's mental strength is already very impressive, and it is just a matter of randomness to cover the entire school. She could actually use the power of magic to restore her youth, but, obviously, she didn't want to do that.

Some people prefer to stay old, not because they don't miss the beauty of their youth. But because every wrinkle that represents aging and time has a story of experiencing it with someone.

"Thanks for the compliment, how long are you going to stay this time? Besides, when you left, you said someone was chasing you, can we help?" Professor McGonagall seemed to be very concerned about this matter.

He Shenyan smiled casually: "Don't worry about them, this time I'll be back... I'll stay for a few days, I still have things to do. I just came back to have a look when I think of you."

He stood up, went to the window, looked at the students who were using magic power to flicker recklessly on the playground, and suddenly asked, "Hogwarts is now the ban on magic in the school lifted?"

Professor McGonagall covered her face helplessly: "Students......there is always a way to bypass the old mechanism to cast spells without sticks, we just canceled it. It's just that there are new rules, in the school Both flickering and teleportation are allowed, only offensive magic is prohibited~www.readwn.com~ He Shenyan looked up at the ceiling, then pointed upwards, and a lavender rune was inscribed on it. Mag's eyes, he explained: "It's just a small improvement, who came up with this magic? Nice idea, just a little naive... well, seriously, very forward thinking. "

With appreciation, he continued to look up at the magical inscriptions scattered throughout the school with magical vision.

"You might be surprised to say it -- it's Snape."

"Oh? It's him, then I'm not surprised." He Shenyan laughed. "His talent is already good."

"But didn't you say that he was only moderately talented?"

The mage winked at Principal McGonagall: "Did you not use this trick when you taught students before?"

Mag, who was being said, also laughed.

Outside the window, the laughter of young mages spread across the playground. The sun shines on this ancient school, and the gloomy buildings with spires seem to be glowing with new vitality at this time, like an old tree sprouting new shoots.