bantayden Chapter 22: Talent! And Gifts!
Chapter 22: Talent! And Gifts!
Ian felt like a balloon.
It was filled with a lot of things that didn't belong to it.
"I'm not clean anymore!"
A murderous intent as turbulent as the ocean surged within Ian's little head, his reason almost completely suppressed. The boundless killing intent, like a flood, desperately needed an outlet.
Perhaps it was Teacher Mara who was guiding them.
It could also be a biological instinct.
After hearing Mara's teachings, Ian began chanting the incantation almost without hesitation.
"Avada Kedavra!"
It was almost a roar.
Ian never imagined he would unleash the Killing Curse under such circumstances.
Accompanied by the resonance of the incantation.
Magic and killing intent converged and mingled within Ian's body, flowing to his fingertips and surging into the unknown wand, the green light almost completely illuminating the entire castle.
It shimmered like a meteorite.
Dazzling and eye-catching.
It is extremely powerful.
Unfortunately, there was no living being or soul at the spot where Ian's wand was pointed; there was only an old, slightly mottled, bluish-gray wall.
This is a spell that only works on living beings, so it naturally won't damage the texture of the wall. However, even so, green light is spread across the wall like a spider web.
It flickered for a long time.
Then it gradually dissipated.
Once the murderous intent instilled by Teacher Mara was released, Ian regained his rationality. Beside him, the witch seemed quite satisfied with the outcome.
"It seems your dullness is limited to some areas; at least in magic, you possess a talent far superior to many." The witch did not hold back her praise.
"My God!"
Ian stared at the fading green light on the wall, unable to believe that he had cast the spell.
he.
An eleven-year-old wizard.
They have not yet set foot in Hogwarts to study.
What merit or ability do they possess?
They actually unleashed such a wicked and terrifying curse!
A deadly curse!
The foremost of the three unforgivable curses! A curse that terrifies countless people!
Did I really learn it so easily? There are born kings and generals in this world, but are there really born prisoners of Azkaban?
Ian knew, of course, that the main reason his Killing Curse was so powerful was the killing intent that his teacher Mara had instilled in him. Everyone knew that the power of this curse was closely related to killing intent.
however.
Even with such reasons.
None of this changes the fact that he did indeed learn the Killing Curse.
Name: Ian Prince
Class: Bloodline Warlock
Magic: Level 4
Skill: [Illumination Spell (Level 1): 76/100]
Levitation Charm (Level 1): 11/100
【Killing Curse (Level 1): 7/100】
……
The data panel doesn't lie.
With just one spell cast under the guidance and help of Teacher Mara, Ian actually mastered the level one Killing Curse and even gained seven points of proficiency!
What does Level 1 represent?
This means that even without the teacher's help, he can still cast the most basic Killing Curse, and his many insights about this curse have become knowledge in his mind!
"The Unforgivable Curse, Teacher Mara, you call this a simpler spell?" Ian was still immersed in horror and mental blankness, and didn't feel much surprise at having learned a new spell.
"In my time, there was no such definition as you." The witch walked to the wall and gently touched it, and the remaining green and some cracks disappeared completely.
"A wizard who doesn't even know the Killing Curse is usually just a lamb to the slaughter when he's out in the world." Her explanation was indeed unexpected and hard to refute.
In Ian's view
Teacher Mara guarantees that all of them are wizards from before the Middle Ages.
For wizards of that era.
There seems to be some truth to the idea that you should learn some killing spells before going out...
Remember how you felt today.
The witch turned to Ian and gave him some instructions.
"This magic requires intense killing intent. Although you don't seem like a good person when you grow up, it's not easy for a wizard your age to have strong killing intent... I suggest you try hunting more animals, which will also help you accumulate the killing intent needed to cast the spell."
"Of course, it can't compare to killing someone, or to the malice one feels towards one's own kind. If you could kill someone with your own hands, perhaps you would truly master this magic."
The witch clearly failed to grasp Ian's learning progress; her patient instruction seemed to carry a hint of bewitching.
really.
How could a wizard who immediately teaches his apprentice the Killing Curse be a kind white witch...? Ian's premonition about this teacher was probably not wrong.
"Okay, I'll work part-time as an animal butcher..." Ian, of course, wouldn't take the witch's seemingly casual suggestion. He wasn't some Voldemort who would do anything for power.
Moreover.
He had already learned the Killing Curse and no longer needed to accumulate any killing intent to enter the gate. However, Ian felt he shouldn't tell the witch this.
It's not that I'm holding back any cards.
Why bother with such complicated questions in a dreamlike, enchanting world?
Except for Ian.
No one has ever heard of being able to communicate with the souls in the illusionary realm. Even if any secret is exposed in this place, it will not have the slightest impact on Ian's life in the real world.
The reason he didn't want to tell the witch this shocking truth was simply because the witch already thought badly of him, and he didn't want to reinforce her opinion that "you're not a good person."
To know.
Even with the special teaching method of witches, a wizard who can learn the Killing Curse in one go can probably be considered to have some talent in black magic.
Ok.
Even Voldemort might recognize this as expertise.
Looking at his seven points of proficiency on his panel, Ian hoped that he could also make such rapid progress in learning other magic.
"Teacher Mara, could you teach me another spell? One that's a little less dangerous..." Ian thought the progress on the Killing Curse might just be a special accident.
"greedy."
The witch responded coldly.
however.
But then he suddenly chuckled.
"However, a thirst for knowledge is not a bad thing, nor is it offensive." Clearly, Ian's "inquisitiveness" is exactly the kind of thing the witch admires.
just.
He saw the delighted look in Ian's eyes.
The witch did not begin to teach, but instead smiled and offered a teasing reminder.
Are you sure you have enough time to learn a new spell?
perhaps.
This teacher possessed a certain ability to predict how long Ian could remain in the hazy, dreamlike state. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ian began to feel the blurriness around him.
"ah!?"
Ian's figure began to fade slowly.
Everything around him seemed to be fading away... Just as his soul was about to leave the Pure Land, Ian only vaguely saw the witch tear off a corner of her dress.
She inscribed some words on it and then placed it in Ian's hands.
"Consider it homework."
"My dear apprentice, don't let me down..."
The illusion vanished.
Reality returns.
Ian opened his eyes and looked at the clock.
The witch's expectant whispers still seemed to echo in my ears.
He sat up.
Raise your hand.
The fragments of the robe, which had carried him across the boundary between life and death and contained ancient knowledge, now lay quietly in his hands, gleaming silvery under the moonlight.