There was no one else in the professors' little dining hall. Su Ming's group had arrived rather late today, making them the last batch to eat. Neville raised his voice slightly, unconcerned about being overheard.
His personality was different from before now, and his confidence was plain to see. If this had been him as a child, let alone speaking normally, he would have stuttered even if someone merely looked at him.
Surrounded by delicious aromas, he continued telling the story his grandmother had told him.
After Isidora enrolled at Hogwarts, she received Professor Rackham's careful instruction. She learned not only ordinary spells, but also Ancient Magic, which only the professor and she could wield.
Ancient Magic was immensely powerful. Not only could it create things from nothing and reshape the world, it also possessed all sorts of other wondrous effects.
Unlike conventional spells, it barely required incantations. All the caster needed to do was determine their intent and commune with this power between heaven and earth, and it would serve their will.
The girl was a genius. She learned at an astonishing pace and displayed tremendous combat ability. After graduating, she remained at the school as a professor, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.
However, even Professor Rackham never discovered that his apprentice had secretly been conducting a dark magical experiment. It all began with a beautiful wish, but she took the wrong path.
Isidora's brother had died in that fire years ago. She had originally wanted to use the Ancient Magic she had mastered to revive him, but the facts proved that this belonged to Death's domain. No matter how powerful mortals were, they could never reach the Great Beyond.
So she settled for the next best thing.
After losing his son, her father had spent his days