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  It was clear. Seo recreate the bizarre se Ian had described to prove Ian was nothing but a liar.

  However, Ia no ay about this. While Snape's magic wasn't as sophisticated as Grindelwald's annotations is of the Darkest Art," it was evident the spells he recorded weren't particurly difficult.

  "Do I o show hostility…" Ian read carefully, not grasping the entire spell at once. Perhaps it was because the magic cked suffit darkness? Ian, who had already reized his talent for dark magic, pohis.

  At that moment, Snape scoffed, waiting for Ian to admit defeat.

  As Ian tio read, Sook out his wand. With a flick, the stacked wooden boards in the er began to assemble into one coffin after another, while scattered corpses were pulled by an invisible force, floating into the coffins ed in oilcloth.

  "Ctter~"

  The coffins were buried oer another into the soil, and the dirt that had piled up in the room began to refill the ground. In no time, the entire living room was restored to its inal state.

  What Ian had struggled to aplish all afternoon was pleted by magi mere minutes, and the corpses didn't eveo be crammed into a single coffin. In truth, if Ian hadn't summohe corpses by breaking out of their coffins, he wouldn't have o create new oo pensate for the dead.

  It could only be said that he had a sce, but not enough of one. After all, nailing coffins was exceptionally tiring, and Ian just wao save time by sidering a mass burial for the corpses. After all, these corpses still ended up with new homes, didn't they?

  "Mr. Prince, I don't have all day to wait for you to keep deying." After ing up the mess, Snape reminded Ian with a dark expression on his fabsp;

  Ian, meanwhile had retreated to the er.

  "Professor." Ian finally looked up from his focused study.

  "If you want to fess, it's not too te." Snape snorted coldly.

  "Professor, this magic of yours is dark magic, right?" Ian asked, feigning difficulty.

  "Of course." Snape shot Ian a sideways gnce.

  "Won't I get into trouble for learning it?" Ian tio probe.

  Snape's expression turned impatient.

  "Weren't you worried about getting into trouble when you learhe [Corpse trol Curse]?" Snape sneered, his gaze pierg as he scrutinized Ian. "Don't give me ridiculous excuses for why you 't learn it. Didn't you just pick up a note, curiously try it, and then learn the [Corpse trol Curse]?"

  "This isn't even standard dark magic. Based on your infted self-assessment, I'd think a small spell like this would be easy for a magiius like you." Snape particurly emphasized the words "magiius," the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

  "I'm not making excuses iving any excuses; you've misuood, Professor." Ian blinked, gng at the new level one skill on his skill panel.

  "I just think…" Ian took out his wand and aimed it at the remaining pile of wooden boards nearby.

  "Sectumsempra!" he whispered softly, and as his voice fell, a barely perceptible fluctuation rippled through the air. Invisible bdes swept through like phantoms as if an unseen sword was wildly swinging, cutting everything in its path to shreds.

  A pierg tearing sound echoed as fragments flew everywhere. Sawdust and dust filled the entire living room, falling like rain.

  "It's not that hard to learn." Ian, now covered in splinters, put away his wand, gently brushed off his clothes, and looked at Sh a slightly embarrassed smile on his fabsp;

  "Perhaps, Professor, you should bring out a more difficult spell. Then, I might not be able to learn it, and you could enjoy my embarrassment and distress." His words were filled with anticipation and sideration for the other party.

  There was no respohe sneer on Snape's face had pletely frozen. The atmosphere grew somewhat eerie.

  "Professor?" Ian pressed on. "You justo give me a spell that is a bit harder, and I truly won't be able to learn it." His desire for knowledge was so gehat even his insincere words sounded sincere.

  "…" Snape's head was covered in wood splinters, ging stubbornly to his greasy hair. But clearly, he had no mind to care about his appearanow.

  "What's wrong with you!?" Snape's face twitched violently. "As you see, I am now covered in the result of your spell and you want another one?."

  Ian feigned a fearful expression.

  Just like his previous absurd cims, Snape didn't take the bait. At this moment, the professor, who could moeone for half an hour without repeating himself, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

  There was no choibsp;

  'Who could have thought that a kid wizard who had just been taken out of the orpha long ago, who had only bought his wand a few days ago, had actually succeeded in proving what "self-taught" magical talent looked like. Is this even something human?

  What kind of being is this! It took him less thay minutes in total to learn that spell? Even Voldemort would not be able to do so, at least he didn't think he would! Snape's expression was somewhat dazed.

  "Professor, professor, haven't you thought of it yet? I suggest not using dark magic; why not test me with Fiendfyre?" Ian's voice chattered on.

  "Shut up!" Snape just wao calm down. 'Good grief! Fiendfyre? How much more daring you get!'

  "Alright…" Ian shrank back slightly. Sook a moment to recover from his dazed state, then looked at the boy before him, having to reevaluate Ian's cims. Perhaps there really was a dark wizard who dropped a small note?

  "Where is the paper you picked up?" Sill refused to admit his misjudgment.

  "It's gone. Last night was really chaotic, with a bunch of corpses crawling out. I don't know where the note flew off to," Ian said, putting on a look ret.

  "Do not mentioerday… or today's events to anyone!" Snape's expression was plex, and he didn't tio inquire about the note's whereabouts.

  His gaze at Ian, filled with shod disbelief, also carried a hint of worry. Dispyiraordinary magical talent at such a sensitive time was not a good thing. Voldemort was about to return.

  Grindelwald's acolytes and desdant were also active near Hogwarts. Thinking of this, Snape suddenly seemed to realize something. Perhaps the his little brat picked up was dropped by one of Grindelwald's followers?

  If it was inally inteo teach young Grindelwald, then it would make sehe more he thought about it, the more pusible it seemed. Unsciously, Snape seemed to no longer doubt Ian's cims.

  There was indeed no other choice. Who could have thought that he had truly witnessed how incredible this little brat's talent was?

  "School is about to start. Remember this: do not use the magic you just learned on any cssmates! Even if someone you dislike provokes you, you o do the same and not use the spell!" Snape was already regretting why he had brought up Sectumsempra. Who could have thought he would actually learn it?

  "Okay, okay, I uand. I always get along well with others." Ian quickly nodded in assurance. Snape's words resonated with him.

  After all, Snape only said not to use Sectumsempra on people he disliked, but he didn't say not to use the [Corpse trol Curse] he learned yesterday on the aral graves of those disliked cssmates. Hmm. This must be a kind of tacit approval from the professor!

  (End of Chapter)