The plight of Senior Sister Xianyang is indeed a bit pitiful.
A lifetime of guilt.
A lifetime of feeling a debt of gratitude and a sadness that cannot be forgiven.
Who could have imagined that in the end, all this was just the punishment given to her by the witch Morgan - how thoroughly must she control people's hearts to set up such a cunning plot!
Didn't it say that Morgan only trains gold-medal thugs for the enemy? The books in the library are not just chat records and friend circles, and the records in biographies can also be false?
Ian felt pity for Senior Sister Ziyi in his heart for three seconds. Of course, he felt that the most pitiful person was himself... After all, the evil witch's method of punishing disobedient students was really vicious. If he didn't want to have the same experience as the beautiful Senior Sister Queen, he definitely couldn't let this petty evil witch catch some chick's feet.
Seeing the witch still looking at him with a straight face, Ian immediately felt alert and chose to take sides.
"Senior sister has done many evil things in her life, and she deserves to be punished like this. Teacher, you are obviously doing this with good intentions. I think she will learn a lesson in the next life."
Ian felt that his reaction was quite quick.
However.
The witch raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do you think I'm punishing her? Haha, it's because I learned her Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking, so I have a certain fondness for her."
I have to say that this is a very tricky angle. Instead of punishment, how can we say it is a reward? Ian was completely unable to react on how to parry.
"Isn't that your Soul-Stealing and Mind-Taking?" He could only try to change the topic. At this moment, Ian finally understood how easy it is to deal with the girls in Hogwarts.
"What I have been studying is the soul, not the control of other people's consciousness. This is just a branch at best, but it is not bad for you to learn for the time being."
"She actually has some talents." The witch's expression showed a bit of nostalgia, as if she was remembering the past when she was still a living person.
Hearing this, Ian blinked and approached the witch.
"What about me? Do I have any talent?"
He didn't necessarily want to compare anything, he was just curious about whether wizards in the long past were better than they are now or whether they followed the evolving rules of the times.
"If you can use your Pigwidgeon brain to learn what I teach you early and repair the guards that were damaged by bad guys, I will admit that you are my best student." The witch did not hit Ian, but said cheerfully. In this regard, she is much more likable than Snape.
Anyway, Ian is so happy.
"Maintaining the "activated" attribute for a long time is a difficult problem, but it certainly won't trouble me." Ian looked at Alchemy's skills that he was about to upgrade and felt very confident.
"The application of Transfiguration is the key. The relationship between Alchemy and Transfiguration is very close. After all, when Alchemy was first developed, it wanted to touch the field that belongs to God alone."
The witch yawned.
"Teacher, are you sleepy? Can your soul be sleepy too?"
Ian is a little surprised.
The witch looked at him and said, "I'm just a little bored. Maybe I've stayed here for too long. Maybe you should bring me some interesting books."
This is obviously a requirement.
"Secrets of the Darkest Art Is that okay?" Ian felt that there were some curses in the book that Aurora sent that he had not learned. Maybe he would take some time to go to Hogsmeade Village.
"What I want is the kind of book with a story that has huge ups and downs and can help me pass the time." The witch squinted her eyes and looked at Ian, and snorted with a slightly dissatisfied tone.
"Do you think I'm the kind of black witch who likes to learn Dark Magic?"
Faced with this obviously bomb-level problem, Ian immediately shook his head like a rattle.
"I understand, you want to read some books like "Three Wild Men", "The Overbearing Witch Falls in Love with Me", "Hogwarts Principal and the Man He Had to Say"!
Ian's understanding has always been good.
The witch immediately nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it. My apprentice, staying here is boring enough. You can't slander me like others."
"I don't like to study Dark Magic. I just like to teach others Dark Magic. It's just a hobby." This woman didn't seem to realize that this was much more evil than studying Dark Magic.
Ian doesn't dare to comment too much.
He immediately greeted him with greetings and auspicious words, but it was probably because of the so-called "slander" just now that the petty witch Morgan began to inspect his Alchemy seemingly casually.'s learning progress. Fortunately, Ian has never slackened his research on Alchemy, so the witch Morgan did not seize the opportunity to give him a small punishment.
"Aren't you curious why I was obsessed with that mirror after I died?" The witch suddenly asked coldly, which stunned Ian, who had just passed the test and was secretly relieved.
The witch didn't wait for his answer, she said softly as if she was asking a question to herself, "That mirror contains a secret, I think I really figured it out not long ago."
There was some emotion in her tone, and some... imperceptible sadness. For a witch like Morgan, it was really incredible that Ian could sense this kind of emotion.
"Is it a secret between life and death?"
Ian's curiosity was aroused.
The witch sighed softly, and her eyes fell on him. She just stared at him for a moment, and then looked outside to the fantasy land that was always dark, as if there had never been a sunny day.
"It is the capriciousness of fate, my apprentice."
It seems that many people always like to mention this word. The more powerful the wizard's tone, the more awe-inspiring he sounds, but there is more of an indescribable sadness in the witch's voice.
Is it related to King Arthur or Merlin?
Ian feels that with such privacy, even if he asks, the witch may not necessarily give him the answer. However, how can you know the answer to some things without trying it.
Ian just wanted to ask a question.
The witch raised a finger to interrupt him.
"Maybe it's time for you to go to your friend's town."
She obviously didn't want to continue discussing this topic. Of course, Ian was very sensible and immediately chose to shut up. However, there were still two questions in her mind that she needed to ask the legendary witch.
"Teacher, I still want to ask you two things." Ian calculated in his mind how long he could stay. Since his magic upgrade, he could stay in this land for almost half a day.
"You asked."
The Witch Queen leaned against the back of the bench and placed her hands on either side of the chair.
Her sitting posture is elegant and calm, and her long hair is casually draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, adding a bit of unruly and wild beauty to her luxurious and beautiful appearance.
"It's like this. I'm learning a magic, but I seem to have hit a bottleneck."
Ian saw the Morgan witch's eyes indicating that the wand transformed from the picture frame in his hand still existed, so he directly waved the wand and recited the spell.
"Expecto Patronum!"
It's not as handy as my own, but it's still easy to use. The tip of the wand shines with a silvery substance, but the light is still just floating around like clouds.
The swaying silver glow only expanded and filled, failing to fully exert the power of Patronus Charm.
Even with the continuous output of Ian, the entire castle has turned from gloomy to fairy tale-like in the silver glow, and the data on his personal panel is still as stable as a mountain.
[Patronus Charm(Level 0)49/50]
There is no tendency to go any further. Ian really finds it difficult to understand this situation. He has clearly understood this magic thoroughly without any omissions.
"You may be suitable for a magic called [Mirage Reappearance]... but that will have to wait until you fix my guard." The Morgan witch's eyes were like the deep night sky, watching this scene quietly, with a tone of wonder and emotion, "You do not lack happiness, but you lack the key to forming this magic."
A very sharp review.
It completely matches the increasingly intense feeling in Ian's heart.
"Yes, my professor said that Patronus Charm summons a soul mate. It comes from the same place as Dementor. It is a companion who will open a way forward for the wizard after his death."
Ian explained Grindelwald's doctrine, including Grindelwald's views on Dementor. He felt that the legendary witch who had become deceased should know more about this aspect than Grindelwald.
"Your professor is very good at research. Yes, it seems that there will still be some talented wizards in future generations." The legendary witch raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Her words obviously verified Grindelwald's views on Patronus Charm and Dementor.
"So, teacher, where is my soul mate?" Ian blinked and mentioned the doubts he had about Grindelwald to his mentor in Limbo again.
Compared with Grindelwald's previous confusion and confusion, the legendary witch's lips evoked a subtle smile. She seemed not to be surprised at all that Ian could not summon Patronus.
"Every wizard will have his own soul mate, you might as well guess why you don't have one." The witch's tone was a bit ridiculing.
Ian blinked.
"Is it because my soul mate fell in love with the wild Patronus and was abducted?" His response was obviously an unexpected thought from the witch.
"..."
The witch's expression stiffened for a moment, and then she sighed, "What on earth are you thinking about in your head every day? Why do you always come up with some random and wonderful ideas?"
She covered her forehead with her hand, and she didn't know if she had a headache because of Ian's answer, "Soul mates cannot be abducted by some wild Patronus, because there is no such thing as a wild Patronus, only when a dead human being steps forward and faces a choice between two paths, will this person's soul give birth to the Patronus you are talking about... it will lead the soul who made the choice to experience a life that has never been experienced before."
"This period of life... is called a wizard."
Witch Morgan sat on the bench and looked up at Ian.
"So, my apprentice, you shouldn't ask me why you don't have a soulmate... but you should ask yourself, what is the difference between you and other wizards?"
Her eyes seemed to be able to see into the essence of everything in the world.
Although the witch's voice was always soft, the information revealed in her words was extremely explosive. Ian, who was so shocked that her heart was shaking like an ocean, could only look away from the other party.
He felt a little guilty.
Some secrets may be exposed, but some secrets obviously can only remain secrets... At this time, in shock, Ian probably also knew why he could not summon Patronus.
As a time traveler.
Maybe he lacks... reincarnation like other wizards?
"Can a dead person return to the earth? As a wizard?" This was Ian's way of changing the topic, and it was also something that Ian found extremely unbelievable.
"Exactly."
The witch nodded slightly.
"Reincarnation? Can it still be like this?"
Ian still feels a little strange.
"Yeah... can it still be like this?" The witch seemed speechless at Ian's repeated confirmation. She stared at Ian, but her expression was a little inexplicable and strange.
"To be honest, you are the last person who should ask this question..."
A very puzzling sentence.
Before Ian could continue to perform 100,000 why combos.
The witch glanced at Ian's bulging luggage, "It's time for you to ask the next question. After asking, you need to keep half of the food in your luggage. Some people don't deserve to eat. You can only bring a portion to the little girl. If you let me know what benefits you gave to the executioner..."
"Ho ho."
The witch didn't finish her words.
But the sneer on her face already made Ian aware of it.
After knowing the identity of this witch, he once again felt the witch's heartfelt disgust and dissatisfaction with Pandero. He felt as if he had solved some kind of identity mystery.
Maybe?
Probably?
"The second question is actually very simple. Teacher, you have done a lot of research on Potions. In your time, was there any Potions that could make people feel infinite happiness?"
Ian has not forgotten that his friend cannot cast Patronus Charm. He has already figured it out. It is definitely impossible for Half-Blood Prince to configure the kind of Happiness Potion that can take shortcuts.
Otherwise, yes.
He had already used it for himself.
Why is it that my face looks gloomy every day, as if I'm going through menopause?
"Potions that makes people feel happy?"
The witch looked Ian up and down, without asking why, but suddenly showed an expression of realization, and then started to tear up her dress with a bright smile.
"Um... Teacher, can't you write it in those old books I brought? Although I can't take things out of this world, I should still be able to take back the things I brought in."
Ian I have actually wanted to ask this question for a long time.
"Are you disgusted with my things?"
The witch's voice was dissatisfied.
Ian watched the witch's smile disappear, looked up, and quickly continued to explain, "I just think that such a method should be considered a waste for you? After all, your dress has never grown back, and if possible, I don't want you to suffer any harm because of me."
Very caring words.
This made the witch's expression soften a bit.
"You will know the meaning of doing this, but not today... Maybe you should have more trust in your teacher, which will eventually make you grateful to me at some point."
The witch's tone was full of meaningful feeling, and she handed another fragment of the dress to Ian.
"Of course I trust you, just like I trust my mother." Ian has harvested two dress fragments today, and he feels that sooner or later, he will be able to see the witch shivering from the cold.
"Why do I remember you said you were an orphan?"
The witch squinted at Ian.
It's not a curse.
Better than swearing.
"..."
Ian didn't even dare to curse in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at the fragment of dress in his hand, which recorded a very complicated recipe for Potions.
"After reading your textbooks, I generally have an idea of what materials are left in your era. I think you should be able to find the above materials in your era."
"I have improved some materials that may have become less common, and also modified the effect of Potions. This will be a very, very long-lasting... Happiness Potion."
A large piece of the witch's dress was missing, but she didn't seem to care much.
"How long does it last?"
Ian casually stuffed the dress fragments into his robe.
"Don't keep your friends waiting."
The witch didn't respond, but turned around and walked towards the castle - Ian looked at the lonely back of the witch, and felt that he should make a few more magic pets for the witch while repairing the guards. Maybe Limbo's life was really hard, and a few interesting pets should be able to pass the time.
An alchemical cat that can weave stories on its own might be a favorite pet for witches.
"My Alchemy is the most meaningful Alchemy. It can not only benefit the living but also help the dead!" Ian did not dare to disobey the witch's warning before. He left a lot of snacks on the long table, taking only the portion of Ariana, and then ran out of the empty and gloomy castle with his much lighter luggage.
"Pandero may blame me, but Morgan may really turn me into Pigwidgeon and punish me." Ian chose the latter when it came to the safety of his friends and himself.
He walked forward along the dim ancient road.
ahead.
The quiet jungle with clear skies is not far away.
Every piece of land in Limbo is actually linked together, but just like animals divide their territories, the souls who stay here live in their own exclusive areas for a long time.
Every soul affects the area where it lives, so the boundary between the two sites looks very disconnected. Even just one step away Ian feels like the temperature has changed a lot.
The scenery is the same.
Passing through a barren grassland, the path under our feet gradually became soft and full of vitality - compared to the dark clouds and haze on the teacher's side Morgan, when Ian crossed the border, a fresh air rushed towards us, and there was a gentle echo among the fallen leaves and twigs. It was as if the horror story was transformed into a fairy tale.
"It's this kind of environment that cultivates your mood."
Ian heard the sound of running water in the jungle.
I saw huge trees that were tall and dense. Their branches and leaves intertwined into a emerald sky, blocking most of the sunlight, allowing only tiny spots of light to penetrate and covering the ground with a glittering golden carpet. All kinds of wild flowers, red, yellow, and blue, bloomed one after another, like a beautiful picture unfolding before my eyes.
"There are no wild fruits to eat at Teacher Morgan!" Since Ian ate the Golden Apple brought back by Pandero not long ago, he always felt that he could encounter other magical fruits among Limbo. When he saw a very tall green fruit tree, Ian climbed up without saying a word.
"The color of this fruit is for Avada proficiency, Avada Fruit."
For the time being, Ian, who cannot cast spells without a wand, was hanging on a high tree. He pulled the branch hard with his hands, and then with some difficulty picked a fruit from it.
However.
After taking a bite, he squeaked several times in succession, and immediately threw the fruit in his hand away in disgust.
"I'm afraid this shouldn't be called Bitter-Bitter Fruit!" Just as he was about to climb down, Ian was a little surprised to find that the fruit he threw away hit a stranger on the head.
"Huh?"
That was a young man.
When he was hit on the head by a half-eaten fruit, he was squatting on the ground and picking up something. The shining luster was the fragment of the dress that fell out of Ian's robe.
"This is what you dropped."
When the young man saw Ian slipping down from the fruit tree, he did not blame him. Instead, he smiled and handed back the fragments of the dress he picked up to Ian.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were down there."
Ian quickly put away the "text" given by teacher Mara. This time he put it directly into the inner bag of his robe, and quickly expressed his apology to the smashed wanderer's soul.
This is a young man who is much taller than Ian and looks outstanding in appearance. His complexion is a healthy wheat color and his nose is straight. His appearance makes Ian feel slightly familiar.
But he was very sure that he had never seen this soul.
"Do you live nearby?"
Ian is wary that the other party may be a bad soul pretending to be a good person, but he is also curious.
"You look very different from us. What a unique and terrifying gift."
The young man did not answer Ian's words immediately, but stared at the little wizard in front of him in surprise, just when Ian was thinking about how to fool or explain that he was a living person.
"I don't live here. In fact, I am preparing to go to the next section of the journey." The young man answered Ian's inquiry and did not pay too much attention to the abnormality of Ian. For a soul that has given up its obsession, the appearance of a living person in Limbo obviously does not make him care too much.
"I just want to see my mysterious aunt before I leave here." The young man's eyes fell on Ian's hand, but he quickly turned his head and looked into the distance.
"She was much more pitiable than me in the past, but obviously she will have a lucky life." He is also a talkative soul, and he doesn't know what his occupation was during his lifetime.
"Does your aunt live nearby?"
Ian felt that he might have met a relative of teacher Morgan.
After all, I am looking for my aunt.
"I've already seen her, so it's time to muster up the courage to move forward." The young man just responded with a smile, and suddenly turned around as he walked away.
"By the way, kid, you should still be in school?"
I don't know why this young man is still curious about Ian's age when he is clearly a soul that has resolved its obsessions and is better than teacher Morgan.
"First grade, Hogwarts."
Ian is not sure whether the other party is an old guy or not, and whether he knows the school he attends. Hogwarts Thousands of years of history are definitely not that long in this land.
"You're really not that old."
The young man nodded, with a smile on his lips.
"I can understand the budding feelings in your heart. However, if you have a girl you like very much, Amortentia is definitely not a wise choice."
"That's a crime, Azkaban will wave to you immediately... If I were you, I would have a little more confidence in my excellent appearance."
Finished.
The young man turned around and continued walking forward without looking back.
He raised his hand and waved.
It's like saying goodbye to Ian.
In the curtain of the sky, the space was distorted, and there was a fiery red bird Accio from nowhere, as if it wanted to accompany this man on his journey ahead.
Under the green fruit tree.
Ian, who looked confused, couldn't help but be surprised by Phoenix who appeared among Limbo.
He was stunned for several seconds.
"Holy shit!"
The little wizard looked horrified and took out the Ceremonial Dress fragments of teacher Morgan.
"Happiness Potion!?"
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