Chapter 33 33: The professor’s acquiescence
Obviously.
Snape wanted to use the method of "recreating" the bizarre plot from Ian's mouth to prove that what Ian told was a bunch of lies.
However.
Ian was not nervous about this.
Although it is not as good as Grindelwald's annotations in "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" from the perspective of explanation and teaching, the magic recorded by Snape is obviously not a difficult magic.
"Do we need to be hostile..."
Ian read very carefully.
He didn't grasp the whole magic at once.
Maybe it’s because the magic is not dark enough?
Ian, who was already aware of his talent for black magic, thought so.
And this time.
"Haha, just pretending..."
Snape was waiting for Ian to admit defeat.
While Ian was reading.
He took out his wand.
With a wave of hands.
The wooden boards stacked in the corners began to piece together into coffins, and the scattered corpses were pulled by invisible forces and automatically floated into the coffins wrapped in oilcloth.
“Crash~”
The coffins were buried in the soil one by one.
The soil piled inside the house also began to be filled back onto the ground.
Soon.
The entire living room returned to its original state.
The things that Ian had been struggling with all afternoon but hadn't been completed were magically completed in just a few minutes, and the corpses didn't even need to be squeezed into a coffin.
In fact, if Ian hadn't summoned the corpses, those corpses would have broken out of the coffin, and Ian wouldn't have had to build a new coffin to pay for the dead people.
All I can say is that he has a conscience.
But there is not enough conscience.
No way.
Nailing a coffin is not an ordinary task, and Ian just wanted to save time, so he considered burying multiple corpses together. After all, these corpses belong to a new home, right?
"Mr. Prince, I don't have time to wait for you to delay."
Cleaned up the mess.
Snape reminded Ian who was standing in the corner with a dark face again.
“Professor.”
Ian finally broke away from his concentrated study and raised his head.
“It’s not too late to confess and be lenient.”
Snape snorted.
"Professor, your magic is black magic."
Ian seemed to be embarrassed to speak.
"Of course."
Snape looked sideways at Ian.
"Will there be any trouble if I learn?" Ian continued to ask.
Snape showed an impatient expression.
"Aren't you worried about getting into trouble when you were learning the [Corpse Control Curse]?" Snape sneered, staring at Ian with a look that had seen through Ian's tricks.
“Don’t give me any ridiculous reasons as a lame excuse that you can’t actually learn it. Didn’t you pick up the note and try it out of curiosity and learn the [Corpse Control Curse]?”
"This is not even standard black magic. According to your boastful boast, I think that small magics should not be difficult for a magic genius like you."
Snape especially emphasized the words "magical genius".
Full of irony.
"I didn't make any excuses or reasons. You misunderstood, Professor." Ian blinked and looked at an additional first-level skill on his skill panel.
"I just feel..."
Ian took out his wand and pointed it at the remaining pile of wooden boards not far away.
"The Divine Blade is Shadowless!"
Ian just whispered softly. As his words fell, there seemed to be an imperceptible fluctuation in the air, and the invisible sharp blade passed through the spell like a ghost, like There was an invisible sword waving wildly, cutting into pieces everything that stood in front of it.
A harsh tearing sound sounded.
Debris flew everywhere.
Sawdust and dust filled the living room, falling like rain.
"It's not that difficult to learn."
A lot of debris was splashed on Ian's body. He put away his wand and patted his clothes lightly with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face. Looked at Snape.
"Perhaps Professor, you should come up with a more difficult magic. That way, I might not be able to learn it. Professor, you can also see my embarrassment and distress as you wish."
Full of expectations.
It is full of ordinary words about thinking about the other person.
and got no response.
The sneer on Snape's face, standing at the other end, had completely solidified. The atmosphere in the air also became a little weird.
“Professor?”
Ian continued without giving up.
"Really, if it's a little harder, a little harder, I really won't be able to learn." His desire for knowledge is so pure that even when he speaks against his will, he is full of sincerity.
“…”
Snape’s head was covered with wood chips, and because of his greasy hair, the chips adhered very firmly. However, he obviously has no intention to care about his hair now.
"What's the matter with you!?"
Snape's face was twitching fiercely.
"As you can see, I was almost stumped by you."
Ian made a scared expression.
Just like his previous ridiculous remarks.
Snape also did not take the bait.
At this moment.
This professor, who was so sarcastic that he could go without saying the same thing for half an hour, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
No way.
Who would have thought.
One was taken out of the orphanage by him not long ago.
Even the little wizard who bought the wand just a few days ago actually succeeded in hitting him in the face and proved to him what it means to have a magical talent that is "all self-taught."
Is this a human being?
What the hell!
Twenty minutes total?
When Voldemort comes, I have to hand you the wand!
Snape looked a little dazed.
"Professor, professor, haven't you thought about it yet? I suggest that you don't give black magic anymore, why not use Vulcan to clear the way to test me." Ian's voice was chirping.
"Shut up!"
Snape just wanted to calm down.
Good guy!
Vulcan clears the way?
Do you still dare to be bolder?
"Okay..."
Ian shrank his neck.
Snape took a while to recover from the dreamlike confusion. He looked at the boy in front of him and had to re-examine Ian's words.
Maybe.
Did a dark wizard really drop a small note?
“Where is the piece of paper you picked up?”
Snape still refused to admit that he had made a mistake in judgment.
"No, last night was really confusing. A bunch of corpses crawled out. I don't know where the note flew." Ian immediately made an annoyed expression.
"Don't mention yesterday...and today's events to anyone!" Snape's expression was full of complexity, and he did not continue to ask about the whereabouts of the note.
The look he looked at Ian was not only shocked and incredulous, but also vaguely worried. Showing extraordinary magical talent at this sensitive time is not a good thing.
Voldemort is coming back soon.
The saints and descendants of Grindelwald are also active near Hogwarts.
Think of this.
Snape suddenly seemed to realize something.
perhaps.
The note picked up by the kid in front of me was dropped by a saint of Grindelwald? It would make sense if it was a note intended to be used to teach little Grindelwald!
The more I think about it, the more I think it is possible.
Unknowingly.
Snape seemed to no longer doubt Ian's words.
no way.
Who made him really see with his own eyes how incredible his talent is.
"School is about to start. Remember, you are not allowed to use the magic you just learned on any classmates in the school! Even if someone you hate provokes you, it will be the same!"
< br>Snape has begun to regret why he took out Shen Feng Wuying.
Who would have thought!
This guy actually learned it!
"Okay, okay, of course I understand, I have always been kind to others."
Ian nodded quickly and made a promise.
He took Snape's words directly to heart.
After all.
Snape only said not to use Shen Feng Wu Ying on annoying people, but Snape did not say not to use the [Corpse Control Curse] he learned yesterday on the ancestral graves of annoying classmates.
Hmm.
This must be a tacit approval from the professor!
(End of this chapter)