Snape might be profit—or even a master—of "Levicorpus (Dangling Jinx)," but he absolutely does not possess the ability to reverse cause and effect. Ian believes he has uncovered a truth: Snape is a pgiarist!

  This revetion is definitely a major weakness for Professor Snape. While it may not pare to his past with Lily Potter, it's a truth that could socially embarrass him at Hogwarts.

  The impact would be akin to a middle schooler revealing their online username as [The King's S] with a signature that reads [Make the World Feel Pain]!

  "Yhing foolishly," The Witch remarked, puzzled by Ian's goofy grin.

  "I just thought of something happy," Ian replied, snapping back to reality under her gaze.

  "Does threatening others make you happy?" The Witch's deep eyes seemed to see right through him.

  "Professor Mara! You said you couldn't read minds!" Ian excimed, shocked once again.

  "You just asked me about that phrase, and now you're standing here grinning like an idiot. Ah a brain could guess what mischief you're plotting," She said while rubbiemples in exasperation, clearly uo tolerate Ian's foolishness.

  "Tell me, who got my book?" She seemed genuinely ed about her lega the mortal world.

  "It's one of my professors. Every year, during his css, he uses the same opening lihe one you wrote in some book, Professor Mara," Ian quickly expined.

  "The professor at Hogwarts, the one who teaches you potions?" The Witch asked, and when Ian nodded, she responded with a somewhat indifferent tone, "It's ly a disgrace."

  What wasn't a disgrace was obvious: it was the knowledge penned by this proud Witch.

  " potions really stop death?" Ian asked a question that had troubled many Hogwarts students for a lifetime.

  "Of course they . It's just that your school's professor definitely 't do it," The Witch chuckled as she answered, her tone filled with a certainty that piqued Ian's curiosity.

  "Why?" he pressed.

  "Because I've cut dow Golden Apple tree in the mortal world. The main ingredient needed for potions that stop death, or even reverse life ah, is the Golden Apple," The Witch expined patiently. "Of course, if your professor is talented enough, he might be able to find a substitute for the Golden Apple in the mortal world."

  Despite her words, her tone carried a hint of disdain, as if she doubted that any future Potion Masters could find a suitable substitute.

  Ian didn't believe it either. After all, if Snape could truly stop death, he wouldn't have been mocked by many as someone who only boasted. The inal story made it clear that Snape couldn't create such a potion.

  However, now that he khe in and era of that overused opening lihe source of Snape's cssie had finally been uncovered. He couldn't do it, but once... someone could.

  "Professor Mara, why did you cut down the Golden Apple tree?" Ian asked, recalling that The Witch had mentioned cutting down trees more than once. He wondered if this was reted to the obsession that kept her iwilight Zone.

  "Because I felt like it," The Witch replied with a bright smile, her expression showing no trace of strangeness.

  "Alright," Ian said, realizing he wouldn't get the real reason.

  "Potions and magic are different. The raw materials are stantly ging. If you want to learn, you'll me some potion books from your era," The Witch said, shifting the subject.

  "Don't you need some raw materials?" Ian blinked, fused.

  "My dear apprehough I've been dead for a long time, I believe that even in your era, potion ingredients are ly cheap."

  "So, even if I hem, could you... afford them?" The Witch asked, making Ian feel a bit embarrassed about his financial situation.

  "If the school has the materials, I should be able to get some," Ian admitted, aowledging his ck of funds, but he knew Hogwarts was not a poor school!

  "Hmph, I don't want you to be hunted down by your potions professor," The Witch said, clearly a Potions Master herself, uanding the importance of ingredients to someone in that field.

  "Professor Snape is quite kind to me. Maybe if I beg pitifully, he'll lend me some potion ingredients. I already owe him quite a bit of money," Ian said, somewhat uainly.

  "He's so good to you, yet you still want to threaten him? Tsk tsk, you really do have some qualities of a Dark Wizard," The Witch remarked, looking at Ian with renewed i.

  "..." Ian didn't know how to expin himself now. He just felt that having leverage was like possessing a nuclear on— it's fi to use it, but it's always better to have it and not than to and not have it.

  "Fine, I'll stop teasing you," The Witch said with a smile. "Don't uimate your Professor. I just haven't been in touch with this knowledge. You just me some modern books."

  "It won't take long for me to catch up with your era, and then... surpass it." Her unparalleled fidend pride were evident.

  Ia a surge of excitement. Who wouldn't want a ridiculously impressive Professor? The more impressive the Professor, the more the student could learn! He could already envision a bright future ahead!

  "Thank You, Professor Mara, You are amazing!" Ian excimed, g and his fttery.

  "Hmph, the way you say things, you'll definitely achieve great things," The Witch said, in a good mood as she assessed Ian.

  "Of course! How could I not, with su excellent Professor like you!" Ian quickly responded.

  "I'm talking about your talent for fttery. It will surely lead you smoothly oh to pursuing power," The Witch tinued, her smile unwavering.

  'Was it a pliment? It didn't sound like one!'

  "Genuine praise 't be called fttery..." Ian protested, his eyes wide with siy, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

  "See, I told you you're talented," The Witch said, clearly unvinced.

  Even Ian, who usually had thick ski a bit embarrassed now.

  "Study magic well. When you're strong enough, you won't o wear a disguise," The Witch advised in a serious tone.

  "I uand," Ian replied, his expression turning more ear.

  "Now, my foolish apprentice, let's learn some magic." The Witch suddenly stood up from the bend walked toward Ian with her long strides.

  "You're too weak right now," She said, Ian's clueless expression. She sighed, "Your era... is truly baffling." Then, without hesitation, she reached out and snapped off the metal frame of a painting in the hall.

  Almost immediately, without ting or any other as, the metal frame transformed into the shape of a standard wand as The Witch ha to Ian, though it was unclear what type of wood it was made from.

  "Magic?" Ian was stunned.

  "It's knowledge," The Witch replied, her voice steady.

  Just as Ian was still w if this cheap Professor was trig him, The Witch had already walked behind him and pressed a finger against the back of his head.

  "Let's start with some simpler magic."

  Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ia a chilling, fear-indug tremor.

  "Feel this killing i," The Witch's gentle voice made Ian realize something was wrong.

  'What kind of simple magic requires sensing killing i?'

  "Feel it with your heart, and then, say it with me..." The Witch's finger pressed against the back of Ian's head, and a certaiion transmitted from her finger into Ian's brain. He felt an overwhelming impulse surge in his mind.

  "Avada Kedavra."

  In the magnifit hall, the fmes burned in the firepce as the Witch taught her apprentice his first spell.

  (End of Chapter)

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