"Never mind not knowing about the Promised Land, how could you not even know Morgana?" Hermione looked at Harry with exasperation written all over her face and disdain filling her eyes.
After returning from Dumbledore's, Harry immediately found Hermione in the Common Room.
Dumbledore seemed to have said quite a lot. At least, everyone else had looked as though they had learned a great deal. Harry, however, still felt completely at sea.
But he had been too embarrassed to ask in that setting.
He had been surrounded by professors. If he asked a particularly basic question, wouldn't that make it look as though he paid no attention in class?
Although that was indeed the case, Harry had no intention of displaying it quite so openly.
"I think I've heard of the Promised Land, and Morgana sounds familiar too. But I can't remember where I heard them." Harry paid no attention to Hermione's disdain.
Or rather, he was already thoroughly used to it.
Hermione looking down on him and Ron every few days was perfectly commonplace. He just had to get used to it. Just get used to it.
Today, however, Ron spared Harry no embarrassment either. He burst out laughing. "Harry, how could you not know about the Promised Land and Morgana? Was collecting all those Wizard Cards for nothing?"
"Ah!" Harry froze at his words, then suddenly clapped his hands.
Now that Ron mentioned it, he remembered too.
Morgana, or Morgana le Fay.
A figure from Merlin's time, the most powerful Dark Wizard in the history of the United Kingdom-possibly without equal.
She was Merlin's nemesis, considered the winter goddess who governed darkness and death. Even Merlin, the most powerful Wizard of that age, had suffered considerably at her hands.
Morgana had also been among the first few Wizard