The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 21: Reversing the Heavenly Gang!

Reversing the Heavenly Gang!

Snape may have been proficient in and had been proficient in the "upside-down bell" technique, but he could never have had the ability to reverse cause and effect because of it. Ian believed that he had seen the real truth!

Snape was a plagiarist!

This is definitely a major weakness for Professor Snape. It may not be as significant as his past relationship with Lily Potter, but it is certainly a truth that could kill Snape on the spot at Hogwarts.

His influence was definitely no less than that of a junior high school student, making the whole school aware that his online name was "King's Disdain" and his personal motto was "Let the world feel pain!"

"Your smile is foolish."

The witch had no idea why Ian was standing there grinning like an idiot.

"I was just thinking about happy things."

Ian felt the witch's gaze and immediately snapped out of his daze.

Does threatening others make you happy?

The witch's deep gaze seemed to see through everything.

"Teacher Mara! You said you can't read minds!"

Ian was shocked again.

"You just asked me about that sentence, and now you're just standing here grinning like an idiot. Any normal person could probably guess what you're up to."

The witch rubbed her temples in exasperation, as if she could hardly bear Ian's stupidity.

"Tell me, who got my book?"

She seems to still care about the legacy left behind in this world.

"One of my professors uses the same opening line every year when he teaches, which is the sentence that you wrote in one of your books, Professor Mara."

Ian quickly provided an answer.

"The professors who taught you potions at that school called Hogwarts?" The witch replied casually when she saw Ian nod.

"It's not exactly an insult."

The specific insults are self-evident.

Of course, it refers to the knowledge written by this haughty witch.

"Can potions really stop death?"

Ian asked the question that has troubled many Hogwarts students their entire lives.

"Of course, but your school's professor definitely can't do it." The witch chuckled noncommittally, her tone filled with a curious certainty.

Why?

Ian quickly pressed for more information.

"Because I have cut down the last golden apple tree in the world, and the main ingredient needed for the potion that can stop death and even reverse life and death is the golden apple."

The witch patiently answered Ian's questions, "Of course, if your professor is talented enough, perhaps he can find a substitute for the golden apple in the mortal world."

Although that's what she said, the witch's tone was disdainful, showing that she completely disbelieved that later potion scholars could find a potion ingredient that could replace the Golden Apple.

Ian didn't believe it either.

after all.

If Snape could truly prevent death, he wouldn't be ridiculed by many as someone who only boasts—it's not hard to see from the original story that Snape couldn't actually make such a potion.

but.

Now that we know the origin of that clichéd opening line, we've finally found the source of Snape's classic line.

He can't.

But in the past... there were indeed people who could do it.

"Teacher Mafa, why did you cut down the Golden Apple Tree?" Ian had heard the witch mention cutting down the tree more than once, and he wondered if this was related to the witch's obsession with leaving the Dreamland.

"Because I want to."

The witch smiled broadly.

There was no hint of anything strange about his expression.

"All right."

Ian knew he wouldn't get the real reason out of him.

"Potions are different from magic. The raw materials are constantly changing. If you want to learn, you need to bring me some books about potions from your time."

The witch changed the subject.

"Don't we need to bring any raw materials?"

Ian blinked.

"My dear apprentice, although I have been dead for a long time, I believe that even in your time, the ingredients for potions were definitely not worth a pittance."

"So, teacher, even if I need it, can you... afford it?"

Lies don't hurt people.

The truth is the fastest way to cut.

When Ian was exposed as a poor man, his youthful face flushed slightly.

"I should be able to find some of the materials that the school has." Ian admitted that he was a poor man, but Hogwarts was not a poor school!

"Ha, I don't want you to be hunted down by your own potions master." The witch was clearly a potions master, so she was well aware of the importance of potion ingredients in the eyes of potions masters.

"Professor Snape has been very kind to me. Perhaps if I just begged him pitifully, he would be willing to lend me some potion ingredients. I already owe him quite a bit of money."

Ian spoke with some uncertainty.

"He's been so good to you, and you still want to threaten him? Tsk tsk, you really do have some qualities of a dark wizard." The witch looked Ian over again with surprise.

"..."

Ian didn't know how to explain it. He just felt that having leverage was like having a nuclear bomb. Of course, you don't have to use it, but having it is definitely better than not having it.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

The witch chuckled and waved her hand. "Don't underestimate your teacher. I just haven't been exposed to this knowledge for a while. All you need to do is find me some modern books."

"It won't be long before I catch up with your times, and then... surpass your times." Unparalleled confidence and the witch's arrogance were on full display at this moment.

Ian felt a surge of excitement.

Who wouldn't want a teacher who's incredibly awesome!

The more awesome the teacher!

The more students learn, the more they will naturally learn!

He seemed to already see his bright future!

"You're wonderful, Teacher Mara!"

Ian immediately started clapping and began to flatter him.

"Ha, you're sure to achieve great things."

The witch was in a good mood and gave Ian her assessment.

"Of course! Who made me have such an excellent teacher like you!"

Ian immediately responded.

Absolutely natural.

however.

"I'm talking about your talent for flattery, which will surely lead you smoothly on your path to power," the witch continued with a smile.

Is it a compliment?

It doesn't sound like it at all!

"How can heartfelt praise be called flattery..." Ian stared wide-eyed with a sincere expression, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"See, I told you you were talented."

The witch clearly wasn't buying it.

This made even the usually thick-skinned Ian feel a little embarrassed.

"Study magic well. When you are powerful enough, you won't need to disguise yourself," the witch advised Ian meaningfully.

"I see."

Ian's expression became more serious.

"Well then, my dull apprentice, come and learn some magic." The witch suddenly stood up from the bench and strode toward Ian with her long legs.

"You are too weak right now."

The witch stood next to Ian. She was a head taller than Ian and exuded an aura of authority that made Ian feel an unavoidable sense of oppression.

"I don't have a magic wand."

Ian spoke somewhat nervously.

"The wand is just a tool."

The witch looked at Ian with a bewildered expression.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"Your era... is really quite bizarre." She couldn't help but make a comment, then raised her hand and snapped the metal frame of a painting in the main hall.

Almost at the same time.

No incantation was chanted.

There was no other movement.

The metal frame gradually transformed into the shape of a standard wand as the witch handed it to Ian, though it was unclear what kind of wood it was made of.

"magic?"

Ian was somewhat taken aback.

"It is knowledge."

The witch's voice was calm and steady.

Just as Ian was still wondering whether this cheap teacher was lying to him, the witch had already walked behind Ian and raised her finger to press against the back of his head.

"Let's start with some simpler magic."

Almost the instant the words fell.

Ian then felt a chilling dread that made him tremble with fear.

"Feel this killing intent."

The witch's gentle voice made Ian realize that something was wrong.

What simple magic requires sensing killing intent?

"Feel it with your heart, and then repeat after me..."

The witch pressed her fingers against the back of Ian's head, and a certain emotion was transmitted from her fingers to Ian's brain. Ian felt an extremely strong impulse surging in his mind.

"Avada Kedavra".

Inside the magnificent palace.

Flames burned in the fireplace.

The witch taught her first spell to her apprentice.