The Proper Way to Kill with Poison

Helga awoke from her long slumber.

She had slept for a very long time.

For a Legendary Wizard to formally become a god was an extremely troublesome matter. After all, advancement was the most difficult thing in this world. Especially at her level, every further step required hundreds or thousands of times more effort.

But when she woke up, she suddenly discovered that Jon had already grown up.

"The path to godhood, the way of advancement," Jon heard a gentle voice by his ear. Then his phantom condensed before her and became solid. "I never expected you to reach such a realm so quickly. You achieved this in just a few years. I do not even know whether your talent is extraordinary, or whether the world simply favors you so greatly."

"Ancestor."

Jon lowered his head in greeting.

At this moment, Helga appeared remarkably ordinary in Jon's eyes. She wore a finely woven purple brocade robe embroidered with golden threads. The badger still rested at her feet, as though it had been born alongside her.

Upon her head was a diadem Jon found familiar. It seemed not too different from the one Ravenclaw had left behind. Of course, Ravenclaw's Diadem was currently kept in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

That was understandable, though. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had been very close friends, so it was perfectly normal for them to wear similarly styled diadems.

Helga held a scepter nearly as tall as she was. In comparison, the Staff of Earth that Jon usually wielded looked more like an old man's cane than a true scepter of such height.

"I think we can go out now. Some wonderful changes should be taking place outside. You can take a look while we are there."

Helga's purpose was actually obvious. For an ordinary