Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 21: Reverse Tiangang!

Go against Tiangang!

Snape may be proficient in and be mastered by "Hanging Bell", but it is absolutely impossible for him to have the ability to reverse cause and effect. Ian believes that he has seen the true facts!
Snape is a plagiarist!

This is definitely Professor Snape's biggest handle. Maybe it's not as big as the story between him and Lily Potter, but it is definitely a truth that can make Snape die on the spot in Hogwarts.

His influence is definitely no less than that of a junior high school student. Everyone in the school knows that his online name is [King’s Contempt] and his signature is [Let the World Feel the Pain]!
"Your smile is very foolish."

The witch had no idea why Ian was standing there grinning.

“I just thought of happy things.”

Ian felt the witch's gaze and immediately came back to his senses.

"Does threatening others make you happy?"

The witch's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Teacher Mara! And you said you can't read minds!"

Ian was shocked again.

"You just asked me about that sentence, and now you are standing here grinning foolishly. Any normal person would probably be able to guess what you are thinking."

The witch rubbed her brows helplessly, as if she couldn't stand Ian's stupidity.

"Tell me who got my book."

It seems that she still cares about the legacy of this world.

"It's one of my professors. He always uses the same opening remarks in his class every year, which is the sentence you wrote in a book, Professor Mara."

Ian quickly gave an answer.

"Is that the professor who taught you potions in the school called Hogwarts?" The witch saw Ian nodded and responded in a rather indifferent tone.

"It's not an insult."

It goes without saying that it is an insult.

Of course, it is the knowledge written by this proud witch.

"Can the potion really prevent death?"

Ian asked the question that has troubled many Hogwarts students throughout their lives.

"Of course you can, but the professor in your school definitely can't do it." The witch chuckled without commenting, her tone full of curious certainty.

"why?"

Ian asked quickly.

"Because I have cut down the last golden apple tree in the world, and the main ingredient needed for the potion that can prevent death and even reverse life and death is the golden apple."

The witch patiently answered Ian's question, "Of course, if your professor is talented enough, maybe he can find a material in the mortal world to replace the golden apple."

Although she said so, the witch's tone was full of disdain. She totally did not believe that future potion scholars would be able to find some potion material that could serve as a substitute for the golden apple.

Ian didn't believe it either.

after all.

If Snape could really prevent death, he would not be ridiculed by many people as a braggart - it is not difficult to find out from the original story that Snape really could not make such a potion.

but.

Now that we know where and when that clichéd opening line came from, we have found the origin of this classic line about Snape.

He can't.

But once upon a time...someone was able to do it.

"Teacher Mafa, why do you want to cut down the golden apple tree?" Ian had heard the witch mention cutting down trees more than once. He was curious whether this matter was related to the witch's obsession to stay in the hazy fantasy world?

"Because I'm happy to."

The witch smiled.

There was no sign of anything odd in his expression.

"Ok."

Ian also knew that he would never be able to find out the real reason.

"Potions are different from magic. The raw materials are constantly changing. If you want to learn, you need to bring me some books about potions from your time."

The witch took the initiative to change the subject.

"Don't you need to bring some raw materials?"

Ian blinked.

"My dear apprentice, although I have been dead for a long time, I believe that even in your era, the ingredients for potions were definitely not worth a few cents."

"So, teacher, even if I need it, can you... afford it?"

Lies don't hurt.

The truth is the sharpest knife.

Ian's poor face turned slightly red after being exposed.

"As long as the materials are available in school, I should be able to find some." Ian admitted that he was a poor guy, but Hogwarts was not a poor school!

"Oh, I don't want you to be hunted down by your own Potions Master." The witch was obviously a Potions Master, so she certainly knew the status of potion materials in the Potions Master's heart.

"Professor Snape is very kind to me. Perhaps, if I just beg pitifully, he will be willing to lend me some potion materials. I already owe him a lot of money."

Ian spoke uncertainly. "He's so good to you, and you still want to threaten him? Tsk tsk, you really have some qualities of a dark wizard." The witch looked at Ian again with surprise.

"..."

Ian didn't know how to explain it. He just felt that a handle was like a nuclear bomb. Of course, you could not use it, but it was definitely better to have one than not to have one.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore."

The witch waved her hands with a smile, "Don't underestimate me, your teacher. I just haven't been exposed to this knowledge. You just need to find me some modern books."

"It won't be long before I can catch up with your times, and then... surpass your times." The witch's unparalleled self-confidence and arrogance were clearly revealed at this moment.

Ian felt his heart pounding.

Who doesn’t want to have a boastful teacher?
The better the teacher!

The more students can naturally learn!
He seemed to have seen his bright future!
"Praise you! Teacher Mara!"

Ian immediately started clapping and offering his flattery.

"Oh, you will definitely achieve great success."

The witch was in a good mood and made some judgments about Ian.

"Of course! Who can blame me for having such an excellent teacher like you?"

Ian answered immediately.

So natural.

however.

"I'm talking about your talent for flattery, which will surely lead you smoothly in your pursuit of power." The witch continued to comment with a smile.

Is it a compliment?
It doesn't sound like that at all!
"How can praise from the heart be called flattery..." Ian widened his eyes sincerely, as if he had heard something incredible.

"See, I told you you were talented."

The witch obviously didn't buy it.

Even Ian, who was usually thick-skinned, felt a little embarrassed.

"Study magic well. When you are strong enough, you won't need to disguise yourself." The witch gave Ian a meaningful warning.

"I see."

Ian's expression turned more serious.

"Well, my stupid apprentice, come and learn some magic." The witch suddenly stood up from the bench and walked towards Ian with her long legs.

"You are too weak now."

The witch stood next to Ian. She was more than a head taller than Ian, and her aura of a superior made Ian feel an inevitable sense of oppression.

"I don't have a wand."

Ian spoke a little nervously.

"Wands are just tools."

The witch looked at Ian with a bewildered expression.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"Your era... is really a bit inexplicable." She couldn't help but make a comment, then raised her hand and broke the metal frame of a painting in the hall.

Almost at the same time.

No mantras were chanted.

There is no other action.

As the witch handed it to Ian, the metal frame gradually changed into the shape of a standard magic wand, but it was impossible to tell what kind of wood it was made of.

"magic?"

Ian was a little surprised.

"It's knowledge."

The witch's voice was steady.

Just when Ian was still wondering whether this cheap teacher was deceiving him, the witch had already walked behind Ian and put her finger against the back of his head.

"Let's start with some simpler magic."

Almost as soon as the words fell.

Ian felt a chill that made him tremble with fear.

“Feel this murderous intent.”

The witch's gentle voice made Ian realize that something was wrong.

What kind of simple magic requires sensing murderous intent?
"Feel it with your heart, and then recite it with me..."

The witch's fingers pressed against the back of Ian's head. Certain emotions were transmitted from her fingers to Ian's brain. Ian only felt an extremely strong impulse surging in his mind.

"Avada Kedavra."

Inside the magnificent palace.

The fire was burning in the fireplace.

The witch taught her apprentice the first magic.

(End of this chapter)