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  Ia like a balloon, filled with something that didn't belong to him.

  "I'm not pure anymore!"

  A wave of overwhelming killing i surged through Ian's small mind, nearly drowning out his rationality. The boundless killing i felt like a flood, desperate for an outlet.

  Perhaps it rofessor Mara guiding him, or maybe it was just instinct. After hearing her instru, Ian almost immediately began ting the spell without hesitation.

  "Avada Kedavra!"

  It came out almost like a roar.

  Ian had never imagined he would cast the Killing Curse under such circumstances. As the intation resonated, magic power and killing i merged within him, flowing to his fiips and into the unknown wand. A brilliant green light illumihe entire castle.

  It shot out like a shinieor— dazzling and powerful.

  It was just a pity that where Ian's wand oihere was no living creature or soul— only an a, mottled grayish-blue wall.

  This ell that only worked on living beings, so it naturally wouldn't damage the wall. However, even so, the green light spread across the wall like a spiderweb, flickering for a long time befradually dissipating.

  As the killing i ied by Professor Mara was released, Ian's rationality recimed trol. Beside him, Professor Mara looked very satisfied with the result.

  "It seems your dullness is limited to certain areas. At least when it es to magic, you have a talent that surpasses many," She praised without reservation.

  "What the F**K!" Ian stared at the fading green light on the wall, uo believe that he had cast such a spell. Him— an eleven-year-old wizard who hadn't even started studying at Hogwarts.

  How could he have cast such a terrifying spell? The Killing Curse! The foremost of the three Unfivable Curses! A spell that made tless people tremble at its mention! And he had lear so easily? Were there really natural-born Azkaban prisoners in this world, namely him?

  Iahat the reason his Killing Curse had such power was rgely due to the killing i Professor Mara had instilled in him. Everyone khe power of this spell was closely tied to killing i. However, even with that uanding, it didn't ge the fact that he had indeed learhe Killing Curse.

  Name: Ian PrinceOccupation: Bloodline SorcererMagic Power: Level 4

  Skills:[Lumos Charm (Level 1): 76/100][Levitation Charm (Level 1): 11/100][Killing Curse (Level 1): 7/100]

  The panel didn't lie. Just by casting the spell onder Professor Mara's guidance, Ian had directly mastered the Level 1 Killing Curse and gained seven points of profibsp;

  What did Level 1 mean? It meant that even without further help from his teacher, he could now cast the most basi of the Killing Curse. The insights about this spell had also bee knowledge in his mind!

  "This is an Unfivable Curse, Professor Mara, and you call this a simple spell?" Ian was still in shock, overwhelmed by the mental weight of what he had just learned.

  "In my era, there was no such definition as yours." Professor Mara walked to the wall aly touched it. The remnants of green light and the slight cracks disappeared pletely.

  "Back then, a wizard who couldn't even cast the Killing Curse was just a mb waiting to be sughtered." Her expnation was uedly hard to refute.

  In Ian's view, Professor Mara was at least a wizard from before the Middle Ages. For wizards of that era, learning the Killing Curse before heading out seemed to make some sense.

  "Remember the feeling from today," Professor Mara instructed Ian. "This spell requires intense killing i. Although you don't seem like you'll grow up to be a good person, for a wizard of ye, it's not easy to possess such strong killing i... I suggest you try hunting some animals. That also help you accumute the killing i o cast the spell."

  "Of course, it won't pare to killing a person, or the malice toward your own kind. If you could kill someoh your own hands, perhaps you would truly master this spell."

  Professor Mara clearly hadn't grasped Ian's learning progress. Her patient teag seemed to carry a hint of temptation.

  Indeed, a wizard who would teach her apprehe Killing Curse right from the start couldn't possibly be a kind, good witch. Ian's earlier suspis about this teacher were probably n.

  "Alright, I'll take up a part-time job as an animal butcher..." Ian thought to himself, knowing he wouldn't follow Professor Mara's seemingly offhand suggestion. He wasn't a power-hungry Voldemort.

  Besides, he had already learhe Killing Curse and didn't o accumute more killing io cross that threshold. However, Iahis was something he shouldn't tell Professor Mara. Not to keep it as a trump card, but because why plicate things iwilight Zone?

  Apart from Ian, no one had ever been known to unicate with the souls of the Twilight Zone. As exposed here would have no impa his life in the real world.

  The reason he didn't want to tell Professor Mara this astonishing fact was simply that her opinion of him was already dreadful enough. He didn't want to deepen her impression that "you don't seem like a good person."

  After all, even with Professor Mara's special teag method, a wizard who could learn the Killing Curse in one go could probably be sidered somewhat of a prodigy in dark magic, right? Hmm. Even Voldemort might nod in approval of him.

  Looking at the seven points of profi his panel, Ian wished he could make such leaps in progress with other spells.

  "Professor Mara, could you teach me another spell? Something less dangerous..." Ian thought the progress with the Killing Curse might just be a special exception.

  "Yetting greedy," Professor Mara responded coldly.

  However, the moment, she suddenly chuckled. "But greed for knowledge is not a bad thing, nor is it something to be disliked." Clearly, Ian's "thirst for knowledge" was something Professor Mara greatly admired.

  Yet, fag Ian's eager eyes, Professor Mara didn't start teag. Instead, she smiled and reminded him in a teasing tone, "Are you sure you have enough time to learn a new spell?"

  Perhaps this teacher had some way of dising how long Ian could stay iwilight Zone. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ian began to feel the surroundings blur.

  "Ah!?"

  Ian's figure began to fade. Everything around him seemed to drift away... As his soul was about to leave this pure nd, he vaguely saw Professor Mara tear off a er of her dress. She inscribed something on it and the in Ian's hand.

  "sider it homework."

  "My dear apprentice, don't disappoint me..."

  The illusion vanished ay returned. When Ian opened his eyes and looked at the clock, Professor Mara's expet whisper still echoed in his ears.

  He sat up, raised his hand, and found the piece of the dress that had crossed the boundary of life ah, carrying a homework, now y quietly in his palm, shimmering with a silvery glow uhe moonlight.

  (End of Chapter)