Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 879 - 250: Teacher and Apprentice_2

Ian was just a passerby who had no grievance or feud with her! Well, perhaps considering who their cheap senior sister learned from, it could be understood that she certainly wasn’t a good person.

Hmm.

This sentence definitely shouldn’t reach Morgan’s ears. Ian secretly glanced at his teacher before him, while Morgan’s gaze turned once again to the golden platter in front of her.

"Let’s just say your senior sister... is an old jinx, perhaps." Morgan clearly knew some inside scoop, yet she remained in that mysterious and contemplative posture.

It was unclear whether she was unwilling to tell Ian or temporarily unable to. Nonetheless, it explained why the cheap senior sister was referred to as the Forest Guardian.

Clearly, she was forced into service.

"So that’s how it is..." Ian recalled the old witch’s face, which transformed from aged to youthful and enchanting, truly resembling the style of the Wicked Queen. After all, in the story of Snow White, the Wicked Queen also disguised herself as an old witch to give Snow White a poisoned apple.

Though these were merely fictional events and didn’t represent real history, even stories need origin. Hence, the Wicked Queen was likely a Disguise Mage.

The Disguise Mage differs greatly from an Animagus; it’s magic that can alter one’s appearance. Most Disguise Mages are naturally gifted while Animagus transformations can be learned.

In the original story of Harry Potter, the red-haired beauty Nifadora Tonks was an inherent Disguise Mage.

Hmm.

Ian’s good friend Aurora and her grandfather also possess the ability of a Disguise Mage. Despite mentioning a few individuals, those who can perform Disguise Mage magic are rarer than Animagus practitioners. The Wicked Senior Sister having such an ability shows her magical talent isn’t weak.

While the little wizard was lost in organizing these clues.

"Do you feel a sense of defeat?" Wicked Witch Morgan intentionally asked, her face filled with amusement, seemingly enjoying seeing Ian’s frustration.

"A bit..."

Ian admitted his feelings, yet he was puzzled by how a fairytale’s Wicked Queen could be so powerful?

He needed to know.

Given his current strength.

He surely belonged in the upper tier among Legendary Wizards, with his only flaw being shallow foundations.

"Is the cheap senior sister also a legend?" Ian voiced his inner confusion, feeling restless without answers.

Invincible Heart! Invincible Heart!

Why can’t it rise up!

While the little wizard brooded, Morgan, upon hearing this, laughed crisply, the sound echoing in the quiet room, exhibiting a sense of unrestrained liberty.

As if no one here could restrain her.

"That woman doesn’t have such talent." Morgan’s tone carried a hint of disdain for her former apprentice, yet perhaps it was just her precise insight.

"Then why is her power so strong...?" Ian’s question lingered in the air. Despite using [Evil Energy Burst], wasn’t it this very magic that Morgan died under?

Sensing the little wizard’s confusion, Morgan glanced at her special apprentice, "Actually, if she were alive, you could easily kill her countless times, yet her strength in the Misty Illusion Realm all stems from the story she carries."

This answer was rather serious, different from her previous vague responses, yet still left Ian unsure.

"Carrying a story?"

Ian speculated yet couldn’t confirm.

In the next moment.

Morgan lightly waved her fingers in the air, and the story of "Snow White" began to unfold, verifying Ian’s thoughts.

"Fairytale power..."

Ian pondered deeply.

He remembered capturing a frail big bad wolf.

And at this moment.

Morgan slightly nodded, "You can view it as a special bloodline, one born post-natally. Though, it’s not a bloodline but something using oneself as a vessel for a certain realm."

She might possess profound research on fairytales too. Thinking about it, Morgan and Ian’s first meeting was when they pursued fairy tale clues together.

After that,

One could assume the Wicked Witch has delved deeply into such matters.

"Fairytale... power..." Ian felt a throbbing at his temples, sensing important clues surfacing in his mind, yet obscured, as if behind a thin veil.

"How special is this power?"

He almost held his breath asking this. If he remembered right, Merlin also mentioned fairy tale pursuits before.

Morgan looked up at the fireplace, and the grand hall fell silent, only the crackling of the fire audible, as if she were choosing her words carefully.

Or contemplating how much to reveal to Ian.

"How should I say it, special enough that..." Her voice became ethereal, as if from afar, "if used properly, you could even use it to conquer fate."

This statement vibrated in the air, freezing the fireplace flames as if frozen, like touching a taboo, as if a silent warning from the unknown. Morgan’s expression was indecipherable, both in awe and in reverence of some mysteries.

Not knowing what she feared.

It wasn’t necessarily life or a person; perhaps it was certain unseen laws.

"But the big bad wolf I captured was also a fairy tale existence, so why was it so weak?" Ian believed Morgan remembered the soul body dragged out from the shadows.

"The big bad wolf?"

Morgan burst into laughter suddenly.

Her laugh resonated with every piece of cutlery on the table, creating a clear symphony.

"I did say, it needs proper usage, clearly, our old friend is a muddled fool too." Morgan appeared contemplative.

She leaned on the edge of the long chair, "Just like a story, different narrations manifest varying effects; the same tale can be wondrous in many ways."

Truth be told.

This analogy seemed a bit abstract to the little wizard.

However.

He refrained from further questions, pondering instead over what his riddler teacher was implying. Just then, Morgan glanced towards her bookshelf, snapping her fingers, reigniting the dormant firewall, casting shifting shadows on the stone walls.

"Think carefully, my dear teacher." Morgan suddenly used a title that Ian dared not respond to, watching as she lifted a notebook into her hands.

Ian thought Morgan would hand it directly to him, but to his surprise, Morgan extended another hand, grabbing a corner of her gown, ripping a crescent-shaped cloth fragment. A familiar scenario Ian had witnessed more than once.

This time, though, he didn’t understand Morgan’s actions. Morgan pressed the notebook onto her gown fragment, seemingly imprinting something onto it.

"Today’s assignment." She handed Ian the glowing cloth, whose torn edge released stardust-like glow, emitting a disconcerting aura.

"Is this related to the fairy tale?" Ian asked, bewildered by the item Morgan handed over, still warm gown fragment heavier than usual.

"Yes, it’s also about the Soul Hall."

Morgan nodded gently, replying softly.

And as the little wizard intended to delve into research immediately.

"Study it at home, do not stay here...it distracts me." Morgan released the notebook, allowing it to return to the shelf.

"Uh..."

The little wizard was puzzled.

Yet Morgan sighed, speaking again.

"I sealed this knowledge in a different medium for a reason, Ian... Not all share your view; what’s honey sweetness to you might be poison for us." Morgan spoke with a hint of remorse, recalling past influences.

"Knowledge is poison?"

What a familiar déjà vu.

Ian sensed the presence of a "past self."