Little Morgan's magical talent was indeed extraordinary.
Though she had only just stepped through the door of magical study, magic like Avada Kedavra posed no difficulty for her. After just a few hours of practice, she had already gained an initial grasp of this powerful Dark Magic.
Ian naturally deserved some credit, but Little Morgan's exceptional talent mattered more. The killing intent she had developed from enjoying hunting since childhood was easily transformed into the condition required for the Killing Curse.
"This is really amazing." Little Morgan lowered her head and stared at the wild rabbit she had killed with magic. Faced with its cold corpse, she showed not the slightest panic. Instead, she seemed somewhat excited.
The nature of a bad woman had already begun to show.
"Remember, do not let killing intent control you. You must control your own killing intent. This is important. It is the key standard for judging whether a wizard controls Dark Magic or is controlled by Dark Magic."
Ian gave her a timely reminder. After all, not everyone was like him, naturally immune to all the side effects brought by casting Dark Magic.
"Okay, I'll remember."
Little Morgan looked exceptionally obedient.
Anyone could tell it was the disguise of a bad child.
Ian looked at the mound where Little Morgan had buried dozens of "wizards," then at the still-unsatisfied Little Morgan. Since it was still early, he felt he could perhaps teach her something else.
"You've already mastered the Killing Curse." Ian clasped his hands behind his back and spoke calmly. "Now, I'm going to teach you another spell—this is a tradition of our school."
His gaze rested on the dozen or so burial mounds. Perhaps the benefit of having an apprentice was being able to shape their aesthetic sense for magic. After