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While Harry was flirting with Wood on the Quidditch pitch, Professor Zhang was using psionic magic to treat the injuries of his drinking buddy Snape.

The dark underground classroom was now filled with warm and bright light, as if the damp darkness that had been left here since ancient times was about to be dispelled.

There is a sea of ​​light emanating from outside, which makes people feel like they are soaking in the most comfortable hot spring. It is warm and reminds of spring flowers.

After a while, the light suddenly faded, and Professor Zhang slowly stood up.

"There's no bleeding anymore. This should be enough for the external injury." Professor Zhang looked at Snape's injured leg with a painful look on his face, "Do you think players like you spies have to work so hard? You should set up the last line of defense yourself yourself. of."

"Stop talking nonsense." Professor Nose Jing's face was dark, and he took out a bottle of green liquid that seemed to be highly toxic at first sight from his robe, and poured it down along the wound on his leg. The skin touched the potion, There was a sound of "Zirazilla", and faint green smoke rose.

Snape's face was covered with cold sweat in pain, and fierceness flashed through his eyes several times, but he refrained from screaming and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "The Dark Lord must not be allowed to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"Okay, okay, as long as you are happy, just be happy." Professor Zhang really couldn't stand Snape's bitterness and hatred. He had obviously confirmed to Dumbledore that this was a little game for him to train his savior.

For an elderly middle-aged patient like Lao Fu, four-fifths of his brain capacity is not enough for Lao Deng to play with one hand.

Why do you have to challenge Hagrid's authority over huge and ferocious beasts?

"You prepare the rest and rest by yourself. Although you should be completely healed by using magic again, magic is only an external force after all. It is best to let the wound grow on its own."

Professor Zhang thought it would be good to let Snape have a long memory. He always felt that if he hadn't been bitten so badly by the three-headed big dog Luwei in the first year, Hagrid would have made some hippogriffs and explosives in the third and fourth years. When there was a tail snail, it was impossible for Snape not to jump out and do something.

"I'm surprised that there are still people who can actually use ancient psionic magic for practical purposes. Your Lingyao Hug is indeed very powerful."

Snape raised his head and said hoarsely: "I thought it had already become a research object in the ancient runes class."

"I'm afraid Professor Babling will be unhappy if you say this."

Professor Zhang subconsciously began to show off. In fact, he knew best in his heart that Bathcida Barbling, the professor of ancient magic texts, could only regard her teaching and research as a toy.

Psionic magic, known as "the magic of holy light", is opposite to the dark magic that communicates with the underworld.

It is best at treating and rescuing, and stimulating the potential of living things. In ancient times, it was generally practiced by the Holy See and monks, and there was almost no offensive magic.

Therefore, ancient magic is only called the "Six Ancient Series" of magic. In fact, including psionic magic, there should be a total of seven series of magic.

In the legends of the wizarding world, the world was created by a creative light.

God said let there be light, and there was light.

Then it was divided into other five lines of magic, and the elements of heaven and earth.

In addition to the dark magic from the underworld, psionic magic can be said to be the ancestor of magic.

This is not a magic that can be restored by simply studying a few groups of ancient magic scripts. Otherwise, Dumbledore's experiments on Lily and Harry would not have caused such a big loss to the noseless old man.

The ancient magic that Harry carries in his bloodline that can restrain Voldemort is one of the most advanced magics in the psionic system.

Unfortunately, Voldemort doesn't.

Never heard of it.

So the one who died was so fragile.

But now there is a very embarrassing thing. Black magic is the dark magic that was born out of ancient magic, and psionic magic is the opposite.

Moreover, when Professor Zhang cast psionic magic, he found that this magic had a strange superimposed duff with his max-level mage skill "Holy Word".

Snape swore that it was the most dazzling light he had ever seen.

Perhaps the legendary "Great Sage", the most advanced magician who studied psychic magic in ancient times, was nothing more than that.

However, it was precisely because Professor Zhang's Holy Light Magic was too powerful that he accidentally purified Snape's whole body with Holy Light. Professor Snape, who had been baptized, found that the Dark Mark on his left arm was gone.

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I have devoted myself to hiding my identity as a double agent for almost 20 years. I am a master of Occlumency. I am on tenterhooks and cannot be understood for my nearly 20 years of hard work.

Once the Dark Mark of Damn disappears, it means that my oily old man with a snotty nose is going public. This is the opposite.

Does Voldemort know that even if he is all alone, he can still create space to store magic books? Does he know?

Cao Nima, surnamed Zhang, can you do something less for me?

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The furious Snape picked up his wand and tried to fight Zhang Heyang. Two minutes later, Professor Snape's other leg was also injured, and this one was more serious.

After all, he is also a cultivator, so he can't be any lighter than a bitch.

Then where should I, Professor Zhang, put my reputation as the most powerful king in the universe?

Therefore, based on this point, Professor Zhang also slapped Snape's leg hard twice until it broke.

"I'm stupid, really."

Snape's eyes began to lose focus, his pupils lost focus, and he muttered:

"I only knew that I had to be careful to defend against the Dark Lord, but I didn't expect that your trap would be much more terrifying than that of the Dark Lord. I regret so much. Why did I bother to look at the Philosopher's Stone? Why did I provoke that one who seemed to have no fighting ability? I should have trusted Hagrid's dog. How stupid of me, really."

"But no matter what, after all, I helped you wash away the identity of the evil camp and healed your injuries." Professor Zhang felt guilty and forcibly washed the floor, "You should still thank me."

"I should be grateful to the school and the classroom where the magic stone is stored. The floors are not high."

Snape did not hesitate to slap Professor Zhang on the face with his backhand, "Otherwise, I would have been dead when you kicked me down."

"Ahem, what's that? Like this, when I suggest that there be a teacher versus teacher exhibition before and after the freshman competition, Chilo's grandson doesn't dare to do anything in order to hide his identity. How about you torture him to vent your anger? "

Professor Zhang raised his bare wrist and pretended to say: "Oh, it's time, I have to go to give Potter some pre-match tutoring. Let's take a step first. I wish your proud student Malfoy also gets a good one." Results. Goodbye"

After saying that, white light shone under his feet, intertwined into a six-pointed star, and was teleported away.

"Swish"

"Huh"

Harry was frightened by the sudden appearance of Professor Zhang with a sullen face, and quickly greeted the teacher, "Teacher, I finished training and was about to go find you."

"Look for me." Professor Zhang nodded, expressionless: "Tonight's actual combat training begins now. Meteors and fire will rain down."

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In front of a clearing in the woods that was flooded by a sudden falling meteor, a shrill scream hovered in the sky for a long time.