Chapter 21 21: Rebellion against Tiangang!
Reverse Tiangang!
Snape may have mastered and been mastered the "Upside Down Golden Clock", but it is absolutely impossible for him to have the ability to reverse cause and effect. Ian believes that he has seen the real fact!
Snape is a copycat!
This is definitely Professor Snape’s biggest weapon. It may not be as good as the story between him and Lily Potter, but it is definitely a tool that can make Snape die in Hogwarts. the truth.
His influence is definitely no less than that of a junior high school student, letting everyone in the school know that his online name is [King of Contempt] and his signature is [Let the World Feel the Pain]!
“You are smiling foolishly.”
The witch didn’t know why Ian stood there and smiled stupidly.
“I just thought of happy things.”
Ian felt the witch’s gaze and immediately came back to his senses.
"Threatening others makes you happy?"
The witch's profound 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 giggling. But for any normal person, I am afraid it would not be difficult to guess what you are thinking.”
The witch rubbed her brows helplessly, as if she couldn't bear Ian's stupidity.
"Tell me, who got my book."
She seems to be quite concerned about the legacy in the world.
“It’s one of my professors. Every year he starts class with the same opening statement, which is this sentence you wrote in a book, Mr. Mara.”
Ian He quickly gave the answer.
"Is that the professor in that school called Hogwarts who teaches you about potions?" The witch saw Ian nodding and responded with a somewhat indifferent tone.
“It’s not really an insult.”
It’s self-evident that it’s an insult but nothing.
Of course it is the knowledge written by this proud witch.
“Can a potion really prevent death?”
Ian asked a question that has troubled many Hogwarts students throughout their lives.
"Of course you can, but that professor at your school must not be able to do it." The witch chuckled noncommittally, her tone full of curious certainty.
“Why?”
Ian quickly asked.
“Because I have cut down the last golden apple tree in the world, and the main ingredient needed for a potion that can prevent death, or even reverse life and death, is golden apples.”
The witch patiently answered Ian's question, "Of course, if your professor is talented enough, maybe he can find materials to replace golden apples in the world."
Although that is what the witch said, His tone was filled with disdain, and he belonged to a potion scholar who did not believe that future generations could find some kind of potion material that could have a substitute effect on golden apples.
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 from the original story that Snape really cannot do such a thing Potions.
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 do it.
But once... someone could do it.
"Teacher Mafa, why did you cut down the golden apple tree?" Ian heard the witch mention cutting down the tree more than once. He was curious whether this matter was related to the witch's obsession with staying in the trance world?
"Because I'm happy to."
The witch smiled.
I can’t see anything weird about his expression.
“Okay.”
Ian also knew that he would not be able to ask the real reason.
"Potions are different from magic. All kinds of raw materials are constantly changing. If you want to learn, you need to bring me some potion books about your era."
The witch took the initiative to change the topic.
“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 time, the ingredients of the potion are definitely not worth three melons and two dates.”
"So, teacher, even if I need it, can you...afford it?"
Lies will not hurt anyone.
The truth is the sharpest knife.
Ian's young face couldn't help but turn slightly red when the fact that he was a poor man was exposed.
"As long as there are materials in the school, I should be able to find some." Ian admitted that he is a poor guy, but Hogwarts is not a poor school!
"Oh, I don't want you to be hunted down by your own potion master." The witch is obviously a potion master, so of course she knows the status of potion materials in the heart of the potion master.
"Professor Snape is very kind to me. Perhaps, as long as I beg pitifully, he will be willing to lend me some potion ingredients. I already owe him a lot of money."
Ian spoke with some uncertainty. "You are so good to you, and you still want to threaten him? Tsk tsk, you really do have some qualities of a dark wizard." The witch looked at Ian again in surprise.
“……”
Ian didn't know how to explain it. He just felt that the handle was like a nuclear bomb. Of course it didn't need to be used, but it was definitely better than nothing.
“Forget it, I won’t tease you anymore.”
The witch waved her hands with a smile, “Don’t underestimate your teacher, I just haven’t been exposed to this knowledge anymore, you just I need to find modern books for me."
"It won't be long before I can keep up with your times, and then... surpass your times." Unparalleled confidence, the witch's arrogance is fully displayed at this moment. undoubtedly.
Ian felt a little excited.
Who doesn’t want to have a naughty and coaxing teacher?
The teacher is more awesome!
Students will naturally learn more!
He seems to have seen his bright future!
"Praise you! Teacher Mara!"
Ian immediately started clapping and flattering himself.
"Oh, you will definitely have high achievements."
The witch was in a good mood and made some judgments about Ian.
"Of course! Who allowed me to have such an excellent teacher as you!"
Ian answered immediately.
So natural.
However.
"What I'm talking about is that your talent for flattery will definitely lead you smoothly on the road to pursuing power." The witch continued to comment with a smile.
Is it a compliment?
It doesn’t sound like it!
"How can a compliment from the heart be called flattery..." Ian's eyes widened sincerely, as if he heard something incredible.
“Look, I said you are very talented.”
The witch obviously doesn’t accept this.
Ian, who has always been thick-skinned, felt a little embarrassed.
"Learn magic well. When you are strong enough, you don't need to put on a disguise for yourself." The witch warned Ian meaningfully.
"I understand."
Ian's expression became more serious.
"Then, my dull apprentice, come and learn magic." The witch suddenly stood up from the bench, and walked towards Ian with her slender legs.
"You are too weak now."
The witch stood next to Ian. She was a full head taller than Ian, and she had the aura of a powerful person. It made Ian feel an inevitable sense of oppression.
"I don't have a wand."
Ian said nervously.
“The wand is just a tool.”
The witch looked at Ian with a confused expression.
Can't help but sigh.
"Your era... is 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 incantation.
No other actions.
The metal frame gradually changed into the shape of a standard wand as the witch handed it to Ian, but it was not clear what kind of wood it was made of.
"Magic?"
Ian was a little shocked.
“It’s knowledge.”
The witch’s voice was steady.
While Ian was still wondering whether this cheap teacher was tricking him, the witch had already walked up behind Ian and raised her finger to touch the back of his head.
"Let's start with simpler magic first."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking.
Ian felt a shiver that made him tremble with fear.
"Feel this killing intent."
The witch's gentle voice made Ian realize that something was wrong with the situation.
What simple magic requires sensing murderous intent?
"Feel it with your heart, and then say it with me..."
The witch put her fingers on the back of Ian's head, and a certain emotion was transmitted from her fingers to Ian's brain. Ian only felt an extremely strong impulse rushing through his mind.
"Avada Kedavra."
Inside the magnificent palace.
Fire burns in the fireplace.
The witch teaches her apprentice the first magic.
(End of this chapter)