With the identity of Ariana revealed.
The identity of teacher Mara is the biggest mystery plaguing Ian.
Just like his other good friend Pandero among Limbo, he could not find any clues about the identity of the two people in either Nameless Bookstore or Hogwarts's library.
Not in history.
They are not found in various biographies or even fairy tales.
The only thing that is certain is that both of them lived before Hogwarts was established. This can probably be verified from the student directory of Hogwarts for thousands of years.
Of course, it is not ruled out that both of them have forgotten their names, but it is not difficult to see from the way Mara teaches and the way Pandero behaves that they may live in the same era.
Early Middle Ages.
This should be the most certain thing about Ian.
After all, Barnabas the Barmy commented that Ian's behavior style learned from the witch Mara has the style of Traveler Faction in ancient times, and the witch Mara and Pandero also have no impression of Hogwarts and several other magic schools. If Academic Faction is a wizard, the memory of his student days will probably be one of the most unforgettable memories.
Various signs indicate that Teacher Mara and Pandero have been active for a longer period of time than Hogwarts, so in fact Ian does not continue to hold out too many hopes of finding clues to their identities.
Anyway, the journey starting from Limbo is a new beginning. There is no point in exploring Ian thoroughly. It is not a bad thing to just remember the bond established with them in Limbo.
Ian convinced himself this way after searching hard to no avail.
However.
But he didn't expect that when he didn't plan to waste time and effort looking for it, clues about the identity of Teacher Mara would actually appear in front of him in such an unexpected way that made people sigh.
"These are the books I want to borrow, please excuse me, Madam Pince." Ian watched Madam Pince complete the borrowing registration with a slightly impatient mood.
"Keep them carefully. Since most of Restricted Section's books contain magic, many of them are unique copies that cannot be copied. Losing any one of them is a great loss for us." Madam Pince carefully recorded the name of each book, and then even took out a few pieces of schoolbag paper to carefully wrap the books borrowed by Ian.
She is indeed the type of person who treasures books very much. "Although I believe you won't do that, I still want to remind you not to eat while reading. If I find that you have some food residue on it, I will punish you severely even if Dumbledore comes."
The feather duster in Madam Pince's hand was extremely intimidating, arousing Ian's long-lost past life memories. He was so excited that he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I promise to take care of them like I take care of my underpants." Ian solemnly promised, and he borrowed the persona of his good roommate without anyone noticing.
Presumably William wouldn't care if he knew it, and would even feel a little proud and happy about it?
"Very good."
Madam Pince was very satisfied with Ian's attitude and handed all the packed books to Ian. Ian picked up the books and immediately ran towards the door of the library.
"????"
Seeing Ian's hurried look, Madam Pince wondered if he had missed registering the name of a book, so that the little wizard felt that he needed to escape quickly before she could react.
"Let me see your secret identity quickly, my dear enlightenment teacher!" Ian returned to the dormitory, which was always deserted at noon, and couldn't wait to grab the ancient book.
<Mental Control: From Legilimency to Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking>
You can tell from the title of the book that the content contained in it is definitely not something that a good wizard should learn. Witch Mara, just like Ian feels, is probably not a white wizard.
"The author's name... is a little blurry... almost all the gilded handwriting has fallen off." If Ian could find the information he wanted on the cover of the book, of course he didn't need to wait until the book was borrowed. He didn't feel disappointed or regretful, after all, the author of the book could be seen from the first page and was not the witch Mara herself.
Just like Madam Pince said, there is magic in some books, and the same is true for this book. When Ian opened the first page, it seemed as if an old female voice sounded in his ears.
She is telling.
She and her story.
[When I was an apprentice with her, I always thought that I was the one who was not noticed, because my fragile and pitiful self-esteem always affected me, making me feel dissatisfied and jealous of her and her other apprentices. This also caused me to be unable to open up as much as she wished during the process of learning magic.]
[Who wants to let others see their ugly heart? My teacher, she is always so dazzling, even the beauty that I have always been proud of seems to be eclipsed in front of her.]
[The longer I stay with her, the more inferiority and jealousy will grow crazily in my heart. I know that I will never become as outstanding and powerful a witch as her.]
[Dark thoughts are growing in my heart. Perhaps I can attribute them to the influence of magical power, but deep down in my heart I have always understood that I have always been such a despicable personality.]
[From my elder sister to my younger sister, I am jealous of anyone who is better than me. Even if she is like her, whose back I cannot see, I will be equally resentful that I have not been favored by God.]
[Looking back today, I have to reflect on much more than this. However, the thing that I cannot let go of and forgive myself for the most is that I stole her favorite treasure when I chose to betray.]
[That mirror.]
[We don't know why she cares about that mirror so much, but she always keeps it in her bedroom, and from time to time she will sigh with emotion about the miraculous power of the mirror.]
[It is just a mirror that can speak and can reflect some things. Mastering the method can see the truth, and using the method without using it can see the desire in the heart.]
[How can this be called a miracle?]
[I may not have figured this out in my life, but when I was young, I was convinced that the mirror might be the reason why she was far more powerful than other witches.]
[Jealous, twisted, crazy, I stole it, betrayed her, I was smug that I was smarter than others, and thought I could escape to a place where she would never find her.]
[Go far away from home.]
[I married a person I didn't love. All I loved was his wealth and power. He allowed me to have enough resources to become the powerful witch I wanted to be.]
[This is probably doomed to lead a tragic life for me. Ever since I left my homeland, I have been using my husband's rights to find out whether I was being hunted by her.]
[Of course, mirrors also help me. When I ask who the most beautiful woman in the world is, the mirror always reflects what she looks like and where she is.]
[In my opinion at the time, I was lucky in the chaotic era. She probably didn't have time to deal with me. I have been living a stable life for a long, long time.]
[Until... the news of her death came. I think I should have been waiting for this day, but what I saw in the mirror made me depressed for a long time.]
[Sadness troubles me, and memories of the past always come back from time to time. I think it is because I have never forgotten the time and years of learning magic with her]
[Only there, I don't face a husband who covets my beauty, and the stench Muggle who hates and fears my magical power. She may be the only sincere person I have ever met in my life.]
[I feel very regretful when I realize this. I am holding on to luck every day, hoping to see her again in the mirror, hoping that everything is a conspiracy by her to paralyze me when she is chasing me.]
[If this is the case, I will feel much better. However, every morning I ask the mirror a question, but I only see the version of myself I have imagined countless times in the mirror.]
[I should be smiling happily, yes, I should be... she may just want to fulfill me, she is that kind of person, how could she die if she is so powerful.]
[That is the teacher who personally taught us how to make Immortality Potion!]
[I asked every day, and I comforted myself in this way every day, until my husband's daughter, who became more and more beautiful, replaced me and became the answer given to me by the mirror.]
[This shattered the remaining illusion in my heart! A daughter of a lustful person! How could she deserve it! Anger and madness completely eroded my sanity during this period.]
There is also a very long author's monologue at the end.
It was probably because I was still unable to control my emotions when I was writing this book. From the tone and tone of the voice ringing in my ears, Ian could easily tell that this was a thorough analysis of her life by an old witch who wanted to record what she had learned from her teacher to prevent the inheritance from being cut off.
"That's why the story sounds so familiar." Ian frowned. Of course he could tell that the "she" mentioned by the author of the book was probably the witch Mara in Limbo.
According to the backup, the author of this book should belong to his senior sister? No, strictly speaking, it should be his senior sister. When she was old, her senior sister recorded the knowledge she had learned from her teacher.
As for why the cover has the appearance of the witch Mara, it is probably the author's last recollection of his teacher - Ian also had a somewhat complicated mood after the voice in the book's preface disappeared.
After all.
The author's past in the preface became more and more familiar to him the more he listened to it.
"Snow White's beautiful white stepmother is actually my ancestor and senior sister!?" Ian finally came to his senses. No wonder the author's monologue gave him such a strong sense of déjà vu.
He really didn't expect that Muggle's fairy tales were actually a history of wizards. Ridiculous? Bizarre? Fantasy? Ian didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.
"Teacher Mara, what kind of students did you bring out..." Ian knew some truth about the past, but this obviously still did not answer his inner doubts.
The back of this book "Psychic Control: From Legilimency to Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking" is basically all about the knowledge of the spiritual field. It is a detailed training and learning method that starts with the magic of Legilimency and then becomes a master in the spiritual field step by step. It can be seen that Senior Sister Xianyang has become a master witch when writing this book.
Nothing more.
Ian is not in a hurry to learn the content. After all, you can learn these things at any time. He just keeps turning the pages and trying to get the information he wants.
Finally, when the whole book was about to end, I almost cursed that God was joking with me, so I feinted myself with a disgusting wave of Ian to find the answer I wanted.
[It wasn't until my life was about to come to an end that I finally plucked up the courage to write this book for her.]
[She has taught me so much, and even before I betrayed her, she has guided me in the direction of my life. I cannot allow myself to sink into the grave with this knowledge.]
[Perhaps I am no longer qualified to call myself her apprentice, but please forgive me for my last selfishness----I would like to write this book in memory of my teacher Morgan Le Fay Witch.]
[In the path opened by you, your despicable apprentice can only go so far... I hope we can meet at the Soul Realm, and I hope Raven of the Soul Realm can bring me to you.]
Last few pages.
Another long section of the author's monologue.
Confession is the main theme of the monologue.
But Ian finally found the truth in these words.
"Morgan. Le Fay!"
Ian was shocked. Although he had been prepared for the fact that teacher Mara was a bad witch, he obviously did not expect that his teacher could be so bad.
Wizards also have levels.
Perhaps Albus. Dumbledore has already been ranked in history, but obviously this principal has not yet become a true legend, while Morgan. Le Fay has long been a legendary black witch in the history!
Ian, who has been in the magical world for a long time, how could he not know about that epic story? He really never thought that he could interact with the legendary characters!
"Hiss, Mara... My first teacher, Ms. Morgan, can she really fight with Lady Ravenclaw!?" Ian thought of his sudden whim when he was on the small island Rowena·Ravenclaw. Originally, he thought his first teacher was just an ancient witch who was lost in history.
Who would have thought this would be the case?
Ian feels that it's not Founders that he doesn't respect Hogwarts.
He just felt that if two people really met, the winning rate of Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw might not be as high as he had previously guessed.
"It has to be me! I hugged him on my lap casually!" Ian couldn't wait to enter Limbo again, bringing longing to Dumbledore while exposing the teacher's disguise.
The teacher's expression will definitely be wonderful!
"Hey, there are still several days of cooling-off period. I don't know if there is any way to shorten this cooling-off period." Ian has never felt that time passes so slowly.
Probably because he had a lot of things happening after school started?
The afternoon class is Herbology.
Nothing unexpected happened.
In fact.
Three consecutive days.
Ian's study life has not been affected by any new accidents. Except for Defence Against the Dark Arts, which has been vacant, and there is no teacher to teach, everything is very peaceful. I heard that Snape strongly requested to take over the class, but Dumbledore rejected it because he was too evil and could only teach Dark Magic and could not teach defensive magic.
This is a rumor from Gryffindor, and its credibility is never very high, especially when it involves Slytherin Head of House, the most hated professor among Gryffindor students.
"I love this atmosphere!"
Another morning.
The people of Dementor and Ministry of Magic have evacuated, and the results of the investigation have not been announced to anyone. Professor McGonagall only gave a vague response to the little wizards during the dinner that they do not need to worry.
Most little wizards believe it.
However, like Ian and some senior wizards, from the forced smiles on Professor McGonagall's expressions, it is not difficult to judge that the murderer of teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts has probably not been caught yet. If you are lucky, the suspect will be found, but if you are unlucky, you will not even find the suspect.
The so-called no need to worry.
I'm just afraid of causing panic and commotion.
"It has nothing to do with me!"
Finished breakfast.
The morning course is Snape's Potions Class.
Ravenclaw still takes classes with the little wizards Slytherin.
After Michael tried to form a team with a black girl to no avail, he was forced to become gay friends with William, who had no other friends. Aurora, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, sat in the area of Ravenclaw early.
When Ian arrived in the classroom, Aurora nodded to him, split his "limited edition" textbook with Gemino Curse, and gestured with his eyes to Ian to sit on the empty chair next to her.
"I have a notebook from Half-Blood Prince, and I will copy it for you next time. Half-Blood Prince is so fierce, it must be more powerful than Potions Master in your grandfather's Acolytes queue."
Ian flipped through the copied textbook and compared it with the notebook he had not brought. It is not that Snape surpassed Potions Master in Acolytes in all aspects.
At least in terms of in-depth explanations, the notes in the Aurora textbook are easier to learn, while the strength of Snape lies in its ability to make modifications to different Potions formulas.
Perhaps it was because Snape in his early years did not have as much money as he does now. For many potions that may cost more gold galleons to prepare, Snape could always find substitutes in cheaper materials.
The efficacy of the medicine may even increase instead of decreasing.
"Who is Half-Blood Prince?" Aurora tilted his head in confusion.
"He is a relative of mine who can refine Potions." Ian may be a bit out of touch sometimes, but he obviously also understands that he will not end well if he reveals Snape's secondary school history.
"Ah? Isn't your relative Snape?"
Aurora looked puzzled.
Her heterochromatic pupils reflected Ian's somewhat panicked face, looking around and then breathing a sigh of relief. She saw that Ian's hand had directly covered her mouth.
"Woooooo~"
Aurora made a confused sound.
"Keep your voice down, don't let him hear it. I saw him drinking Potions while out last night. It smelled very bad. I feel like it was the stinky potion he was going to use against me."
Ian's voice was a bit angry.
Snape did threaten him by feeding him the most unpleasant potion.
"You can actually go out at night?"
Aurora's eyes widened in surprise.
"Huh? Are you doubting my quality?" Ian now felt that he was worse than Aurora. He took out the Marauder's Map that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and handed it over.
"What is this?"
Aurora looked at the map with his name displayed next to Ian's name. There were other small dots on it, but only the names of people near the classroom were displayed.
A little further away, there are only small dots displayed, while the names of a group of professors Hogwarts are constantly moving and highlighted with special patterns.
It seems that each professor corresponds to an animal icon. Snape is a bat, Professor McGonagall is a kitten, and Dumbledore is a bee wearing a nightcap.
The painting is somewhat abstract.
But it's not difficult to identify.
"I've tried my best!"
Ian saw the strangeness in Aurora's eyes.
He defended his work as a painter.
"Maybe I can update these patterns in the future." Ian already has an additional level 0 [Painting] skill. He only needs to take some time to practice painting to improve his skills.
It is definitely not a dream to break away from Picasso and surpass Li Zhengchu.
"Is this a return gift?"
Aurora blinked.
She seems to have been thinking about the return gift from Ian.
"Of course not, this is a promotional material I gave you, you can keep it for yourself, but you have to promote it for me in Slytherin, that is, it comes from the legacy of You-Know-Who, whose name cannot be mentioned." Ian whispered his little calculation in his heart. He believed that his false propaganda would definitely achieve good results in Slytherin.
"Really? How did Voldemort's things come into your hands?" Aurora became the first person to be deceived. I don't know if it was because she believed in Ian too much.
"..."
Ian looked at Aurora who looked curious and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"You are so stupid. Of course I lied to them and created a false story for the goods, which is conducive to dumping... You know, I don't have a good reputation in Slytherin."
"No-Nose is different. Although we don't like No-Nose, the legacy of his student days will definitely make Slytherin's hidden gangsters pay a high price!"
"The more expensive you can sell it, the better. I'll give you 20%... forget it, let's just get a 10% dividend. You're too young, and I'm worried that you won't be able to handle the excess money."
Ian said seriously, and finally added, "Qiu Zhang knows many people from other colleges in school, and the dividend I give her is only a fixed rebate of two Sickle for each map. This map is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the materials are precious, so the minimum guarantee price must be at least five Galleon!"
Yes.
Aurora is not the first Pal that Ian has targeted, Miss Qiu Zhang from the same college is. In fact, Penelope probably knows the most people in the entire college.
It's just that it's a bit risky to let Prefect help him sell contraband. Well, maybe Prefect is much smarter than the little wizard, which is why Ian didn't want to ask his senior for help.
"I see, this is your cunning, wasting time, effort and precious materials...Ian, you have really grown from being a bad boy to a bad person." Aurora seemed to wake up after an afterthought. She didn't care at all about the sales dividend mentioned by Ian, but was a little excited because she knew that she was going to deceive people.
Her face was flushed.
"Nonsense!"
Ian retorted, "I haven't grown up yet."
Looking at the indignant Ian, Aurora seemed to suddenly think of something.
"Dumbledore came to see me yesterday."
She felt that some things should not be hidden from her accomplices. "He said he hoped that I could become his apprentice and kill you directly when I find out that you are going to do something bad."
Textbook level understanding.
"Ah?!"
Ian, who was still a little excited at first, was suddenly confused.
"What the hell?"
Ian's brain was a little overwhelmed. Didn't he have a great conversation with Dumbledore last night? It was agreed that he has become Dumbledore's favorite cub in Hogwarts?
"Dumbledore is worried that your extraordinary talent will attract a large number of followers, just like my grandfather did, so he hopes that I will become his apprentice as a White Dark Lord to restrain you." Aurora seems to always have his own unique opinions on certain things, and her words made Ian feel a little familiar.
"Hiss! Holy shit! Old Geezer eats two for one fish!"
Ian realized what kind of trick Dumbledore was doing.
However, he was still a little angry.
"Why didn't you put me in Hogwarts's kitchen so that I could never come out? Why should you kill me!" Ian felt that he was wronged.
"So, you don't want to be killed?"
Aurora's little face was full of serious advice. Perhaps, she didn't really understand that there was a problem, but this was the way she could think of to guide Ian not to do bad things.
"I shouldn't have stopped Dumbledore from hanging himself!"
Ian is so angry.
Reply?
Photos?
Fart's reply and photo!
His somewhat angry speech caught Aurora by surprise... The little witch's eyes widened in confusion. It was obvious that the reaction she expected from Ian did not appear.
"Dumbledore wants to hang himself?"
Aurora seems to be aware of the elements.
Before she could ask.
Snape walked into the classroom through the door in a hurry. Just as he did before, he waved his wand and closed the door, blocking all the little wizards following him from outside.
They are all little wizards from Slytherin.
Unexpectedly, Snape actually has a selfless side.
"Study Invigoration Draught today."
Snape's mental state is not very good, perhaps because he stayed up all night to prepare Potions. As always, he uses a teaching method that is difficult for dull students to understand.
As if he was passing by Ian casually, while explaining the precautions, he quickly reached out his hand and picked off a bunch of hair on the top of Ian's head.
"It's not over yet!"
Ian didn't dare to angrily yell at Snape in class. After all, Snape was really good at buckling. He could only glare at each other and touch his bulging robe with his hands.
It's just a precaution in itself.
Since Snape is unkind, you cannot blame him for being unjust!
"Okay, now, go get the materials to refine Invigoration Draught. It's such a simple formula. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If the out-of-control situation in the last class occurs again, I will definitely punish you severely."
When saying this.
Snape stared at Singed and Ziggs in the direction of Slytherin table. The two of them came together to form a team again, which made him feel extremely uneasy in his heart.
Everyone found the medicinal materials and started processing them. Ian originally wanted Aurora to make two copies secretly, but he only fanned the flames to increase his proficiency. Who would have thought that Snape would be watching him more closely than anyone else.
He could only set up his crucible with great reluctance.
"Dittany leaves need to be cut."
"Mr. Parker, are you sure you are getting Horklump? Do you want to see your wife?"
"You are boiling Potions, not boiling boogers! Pour out those disgusting things in your pot and boil them again, and my Dittany leaves will be ruined by your damn sneeze!"
For this potion with healing effects, Horklump Juice and Dittany leaves are the main materials, and the refining process is indeed simple. However, some people are in a hurry in the direction of Slytherin table.
"Idiot! You are simply embarrassing me!"
Snape probably found that the little wizards Ravenclaw who had been tutored in private were too skilled. In comparison, the situation over there made Slytherin's expression suddenly look ugly.
"Who taught you to juice like this?"
The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong.
Snape caught a little wizard Ravenclaw who was processing materials.
"Ah?"
The panicked little wizard glanced at Ian secretly and saw Ian shaking his head crazily at him. Faced with Snape's pressure, he could only hesitate to say the introduction that Ian often mentioned in class.
"It's Half-Blood Prince, professor."
He didn't know who this title came from. Anyway, he only knew that after the little professor Ian taught Potions Class, he would lead everyone to thank their ancestors and Hogwarts to thank Half-Blood Prince.
"Ian. Prince!!"
Snape immediately realized the problem after hearing this. He roared angrily from his throat, turned red-faced and glared at Ian with the most ferocious eyes in his life.
Snape asked about Ian secretly running a small class to earn Galleon, but he didn't expect that Ian would actually teach others how to deal with Potions. The most important thing is that when dealing with Potions, he would give him that shameful name!
Damn bastard!
Don't you have a name yourself?
"Professor! My Potions!"
Ian directly handed the newly packaged Potions to Snape.
His pockets were already deflated.
"Hey, although it doesn't seem to have any flaws, it's obvious that you didn't really put your heart into it. It's still a soulless and scripted work."
Snape saw that the quality of the finished product was much higher than that of the previous class, and his expression softened a lot, but he still criticized Ian's results as Ian had expected.
"If you can understand that when making Potions, you need to put your own efforts and integrate your own spirit, maybe you can distance yourself from those mediocre idiots."
Slowly and with a sarcastic tone, Snape shook Potions and then opened the cork of Potions to feel the breath of Potions.
So.
Ian anticipated the requirements of Snape and carefully crafted this bottle of Potions.
"Scare you to death!"
A soul emerged from it.
Peeves directly touched the face of Snape who was approaching him.
[ps: Debt, tomorrow, 1.2]
(End of chapter)