Shawn's situation resembled a knowledge curse. Once someone acquired knowledge and mastered power, it was like providing fertile soil for arrogance.
Greater understanding gave a person confidence, while a rapid increase in power let them dictate other people's fates.
All of this could subconsciously make someone feel superior to others. If the gap grew far too wide, it could even foster the mindset of a god looking down on mortals from the clouds.
Yet they failed to realize their foundations were unstable, and everything was a castle in the air.
I really do need some time to consolidate what I've learned.
Shawn silently told himself that, then stood and bowed solemnly to Vita.
"Thank you for the reminder, Professor. I hope I can learn more from you in the future."
As Shawn bowed, Vita's stern expression melted into a warm glow of maternal affection.
But as soon as Shawn straightened, she immediately resumed her stern professorial demeanor.
"Good. Recognizing your own shortcomings is already an excellent start. We have little time and much to do. I have less than a year to teach you personally. From now on, come here under concealment on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends for lessons. Try not to attract certain people's attention."
Shawn had no objections to the schedule and understood why he needed to conceal himself.
Then his thoughts turned to the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. That job really did have an impressive track record.
Leaving aside what had happened to professors in earlier years, during Harry's six years at school alone, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors had suffered five deaths and one imprisonment. It was cursed beyond belief.
"Professor, will you really be all right this year? After all, Voldemort did curse the Defense Against the Dark