MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-Chapter 4 From Restoring Stone Bricks to Going Back in Time

Dumbledore sat at the head of the long table, unable to see any emotion on his face. Of course, it may also be because the beard is too long to cover the lower half of the face. All the teachers at Hogwarts sat at this long table, their faces solemn, and no one spoke. Waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"I believe everyone felt it two days ago." The old man spoke slowly, his voice full of energy and very clear.

"Frankly speaking, I can't be sure who it is, or the magic fluctuations that came out of things. After many discussions and careful speculation and communication, we still can't know what it is. But it is certain that in my After speaking with heads of wizarding schools and law enforcement agencies around the world, I can confirm that this phenomenon is worldwide. If you have any guesses, please speak up. We need to discuss it."

After a long pause, Dumbledore saw his longtime colleague, Professor Minerva McGonagall, speak. Wearing a black pointed hat, the lady looked solemn and elegant. She cleared her throat and said, "I think it was a message, some kind of invitation. I could feel from the wave that he was not malicious... at least for now."

Madam Pomfrey also spoke, this lady's voice has always made people feel her seriousness: "Although I can't perceive the information in the fluctuations as clearly as Professor McGonagall, yesterday after the physical examination of the whole school students , that fluctuation did not affect them. Even some little wizards have caused their magic power levels to rise a little because of that special throbbing."

"Severus, what do you think?" Dumbledore suddenly asked the gloomy man sitting beside his right hand. He has greasy black straight hair that grows behind his ears, and his whole body is black, giving a very depressed feeling. His voice did match his own appearance, with a certain precision in his deep voice: "At least, it won't be him."

As these words were coldly thrown out of his mouth, the temperature in the meeting room where the candles were flickering seemed to drop a little. Dumbledore gestured for him to stop talking. The old man stood up, his grey robe dragged on the ground. Dumbledore said obligingly: "Actually, gentlemen. I can feel the exact meaning of the message in that wave, and it is indeed an invitation, and the place is in Estan, France. I will be leaving tomorrow to find out. The time is uncertain, I hope you can perform your duties during this time and manage all aspects of Hogwarts."

He paused for a while, not knowing what emotion was brewing in those eyes. After a while, he said slowly: "...If I don't come back within a week, the headmaster will be handed over to Minerva McGonagall." He nodded to McGonagall, and then announced: " The meeting is over! Everyone, please go to rest, it's getting late."

With the end of the meeting, he also seemed to become more relaxed. The others walked out of the conference room in twos and threes, only McGonagall, Severus, and Dumbledore, who was eating a bag of candy from somewhere, remained in place.

"Are you really going?" Severus asked suddenly.

"Of course, if someone invites you to go somewhere, how can you refuse? You can't be a rude person." Dumbledore winked at him playfully. Severus Snape turned his head away, and he got up and left.

Professor McGonagall looked at the old man worriedly: "But we don't know if it was him...or another."

"Don't worry, Minerva. I've made sure that my old friend is still doing fine in Newmont Gadry. And Tom... I don't think he has that ability." Dumbledore smiled. Said he didn't seem worried. But only he knows what he really thinks. Professor McGonagall shook his head, also got up and left. Only the white-haired old man sat alone in the conference room eating candy.

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Dumbledore moved very quickly. The old man, the most powerful white wizard of his time, used his Elder Wand to use Apparition in the early morning and came to Estan. This beautiful village is located in the French countryside, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has a charming environment. The quaint spire houses are hardly damaged, and still retain the quaint charm. He almost fell in love with this little place.

But he came here with a business to do. Dumbledore let go of his magic and searched the village, only to find a small mistake after the third time. It's like a hair on a bed sheet, you can't see it unless you look closely.

As he walked, the pedestrians on the street turned a blind eye to him. Let this tall old man with a beard growing to his waist move around at will. He came to the door of the villa, and just as he was about to reach out and ring the doorbell, he found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to a void.

It feels like being in the center of the universe, surrounded by circling stars, which are glittering mesmerizingly. Even Dumbledore, fascinated by the sight for a while, tried to use his elder wand to cast a spell, but as soon as he took it out, the wand disappeared. A young voice said, "Ah, this wand of yours is interesting. It's almost ten years old."

"Who is Your Excellency?" Dumbledore calmly prepared to cast spells without a staff. The young voice said cheerfully: "Forget it, you are much better than the others."

There was a condescending attitude in his tone, but Dumbledore didn't hate it, because it was more like a teacher judging students. This made Dumbledore a little stunned, and at the same time a little dumbfounded, he didn't know what this man meant. But soon he found the stars spinning - and the young voice spoke again: "Excuse my rudeness, but that's just my character. You're the only one who found it here, and you passed the first one. Test, this is the second one. If you pass... well, I'll show you the real magic."

The stars swirled and flew in front of him. Dumbledore was attracted by the whirling white star, and although he didn't want it, the inexplicable attraction was like honey. The scene around him began to blur, and only the star remained in his eyes. In the next second, he found himself reappearing in an empty square floating in the sky.

"This is...?"

"Don't worry, like I said. Just a little test. You've looked at that star before and didn't get burned, which means you're not a bad person, at least not a villain." A young man With his back to him, he stood up straight with his hands behind his back.

He turned around, and Dumbledore found that the man with long hair and shawl was almost magically handsome, but it was not something that made people want to approach, but a strong aggression. Especially those eyes, which seemed to contain starlight, just a glance at it gave the illusion of being sucked out of the soul.

He seemed to notice this too, the man smiled helplessly, he snapped his fingers, and Dumbledore noticed that the black magic power flashed between his fingers. He said gently: "I'm sorry, because this is the world of souls, the illusion I used on myself is invalid."

Dumbledore said jokingly: "So, this is your real face?"

"Ah, yes. As I progressed in magic, the appearance became more and more distressing to me. As a last resort, I had to cast a long-lasting illusion on myself. Forget that, please be prepared. Oh, I haven't asked your name yet. My name is He Shenyan, may I ask who you are?"

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"It's long enough, but it doesn't matter." The man clapped his hands, and the sunlight that was still above his head disappeared instantly, turning into a starless night. He snapped his fingers again, cracking a floor tile in the middle of the square. He pointed to the feet of the two and said, "Is there any way you can restore this broken floor tile without using a wand?"

"I can try." Out of politeness, Dumbledore didn't say it too confidently. He was intrigued by what the young man had shown him about the current situation—but at the same time he knew that it was not something a wizard could do. Without thinking about who the man really was, he might think it was a joke from the gods.

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, and his magic power was rapidly gathering in his hand. The old man hadn't tried to cast a basic spell so seriously for a long time, and he shouted: "Restore as usual!"

Then the broken bricks were re-formed in perfect shape. He Shenyan applauded, he nodded and said, "Not bad. You are much better than others I have met. They are really spoiling their talents."

"But now, I'm going to tell you the true meaning of magic." After he finished speaking, he pointed at it, and the floor tile that had just been turned into its original state by Dumbledore's spell became broken again. And Dumbledore was shocked to find that it was done in the same way as before - he took a look at his own spell to release the anti-curse? !

He Shenyan noticed his shock, and he smiled: "It's no big deal. Please take a serious look."

Dumbledore looked carefully at his outstretched right hand, which was slender and powerful. The finger pointed at random, and the same magic power as when he cast Restoration poured out, but what he did next made Dumbledore's eyes widen. He saw that He Shenyan used that little magic power to make the floor tile turn back time in an instant - it first changed to what Dumbledore cast a spell, and then changed to what He Shenyan let it break with magic power. It ended up being what it was when it first appeared. No trace of magic remains, just an ordinary floor tile.

And it is still used to restore the original magic operation mode.

"Do you understand?" He Shenyan asked with a smile.

"You...you, how did you do it? Please forgive my rudeness..." Dumbledore was incoherent, and after noticing this, he tried to recover his gaffe. And He Shenyan didn't care about this at all, he smiled and pulled Dumbledore, and the two squatted down. He pointed to the ground and explained patiently: "The simple spell you just cast, its principle should be to use magic power to make the object return to the way you remember it, which is the perfect state. Uh, I'm so Say you probably don't understand. Because it involves the nature of magic, which is will interference in reality. But you should have seen the way it manifested when you used that spell, it was similar to going back in time, right?"

Dumbledore nodded blankly. He Shenyan continued: "Yes, that's the truth behind this spell. I'm surprised that you don't realize the essence of magic behind this simple spell! Think about it, if you just use magic power Making an object look as good as it remembers it makes it feel like going back in time. So why can't I just make it go back in time?"

He Shenyan's right index finger wrote a word in the air, which was the recovery spell that Dumbledore had called out when he cast the spell. He picked up the black magic spell and mixed it together, and a black magic ball was appeared in his palm. He broke another floor tile and threw the magic ball on it. The black magic ball disappeared after a burst of light, and the floor tiles became intact again.

He added: "Look, even if you don't use those advanced applications, I can simply change the operation mechanism of this spell, as long as you understand the essence of magic enough."

Dumbledore looked up at the man, and he asked in a trance, "The essence of magic... what is it?"

The handsome man smiled and replied, "It's a miracle. Anything that can't happen but happens, is a miracle."

He pulled Dumbledore to his feet and stretched out a hand as if to shake hands.

Dumbledore didn't shake his hand, he still looked shocked: "Uh, sir, what do you mean...?"

He even used honorifics subconsciously.

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows, and he said humorously: "Can't you see? I'm just an environmentalist who is very sorry for your waste of magic power. I'm here to teach you magic."

After a while, Dumbledore took his hand and the two looked at each other. He Shenyan had a satisfied smile, while Dumbledore had not recovered. But he knew that if this person wanted to do something evil, he didn't need to be so troublesome. For the kind of power he showed...

Dumbledore didn't want to think about it any longer. He threw away those messy thoughts and was full of what He Shenyan said just now.

"So... when do we, cough. I mean, when do we start?" He even coughed nervously, which reminded him of how he felt when he first learned spells, no different from now.

"Now you can."

The man replied with a smile.