Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 878 - 250: Teacher and Apprentice

In the ancient castle’s hall, the dim candlelight flickered on the mottled walls, light and shadow playing across Morgan and Ian’s faces, making their expressions appear even clearer.

Morgan looked relaxed, teasing, while Ian, after a moment of shock, widened his eyes, wearing an expression of utter disbelief, as if struggling to accept such heavy news.

Indeed.

With just a phrase about a senior apprentice and grand-apprentice, Morgan rendered Ian utterly speechless. He stood there stunned for a good while before coming to his senses. Ian knew well that when Morgan talked about a senior apprentice and grand-apprentice, she likely meant the Wicked Queen from the Snow White story, who was also the betrayer apprentice she had tricked before.

The Old Witch was actually his senior apprentice?

The Wicked Queen from Snow White?

Thinking about it, Ian found it quite surreal—who would have thought! Who could have guessed it would be such a situation! His first meeting with his senior apprentice turned out to be like this!

Perhaps the senior apprentice wasn’t even aware that the person she planned to "possess" was from the same apprentice lineage as her. But now, after Morgan’s reveal, Ian understood better why, during his battle with the Old Witch, she used methods that changed reality through perception and even echoed words Morgan once spoke.

So.

This is a master-apprentice lineage!

Yes!

In essence... the Old Witch, well, his senior apprentice really was his grand-apprentice, since Morgan’s first wizard master in magic was himself.

Of course.

Regarding Medivh, Ian sure didn’t dare to show off in front of Morgan now, not even daring to acknowledge the grand-apprentice connection she had raised.

The Morgan from childhood and the Morgan now absolutely couldn’t be considered the same person. This is why it’s crucial to act promptly, as Morgan now was not as easy to appease as the little Morgan.

For this reason.

Ian knew his wise choice was to not engage in this conversation. The Legendary Mage Medivh was Medivh, and what did that have to do with his identity as a Little Wizard in front of Morgan?

"Wait, let me take a moment."

Ian deliberately didn’t respond but instead showed that there was too much information and he needed to sort things out, subtly avoiding the sensitive topic of teacher and apprentice.

He glanced around a few times.

Then sat on a magic chair that could automatically adjust its shape. However, the chair occasionally creaked in dissatisfaction, as if protesting his somewhat lightweight backside.

As seen initially, most things in Morgan’s castle, including tables and chairs, were imbued by Morgan with the attribute of being "alive" through perception.

Don’t be fooled by their inactivity now.

When they moved, they could be even more agile than many plump folks.

"Silly little piggy, did you really have no sense of this at all? During the battle with that woman, didn’t you feel any familiarity?"

Morgan lightly tapped the golden dish in front of her.

Her tone was amused.

She addressed Ian with a familiar nickname again. At this moment, having experienced the initial encounter with young Morgan, Ian now understood why Morgan called him that.

When young Morgan first saw him and Riddle, it was in her evil pig farm laboratory, where both he and Riddle were mistaken as successful experimental products. Perhaps for the grown-up Morgan, those childhood experiments were rather absurd, but it was, after all, their first meeting.

Yes.

Strictly speaking, it was her first time seeing Ian. Thinking back, when Ian first met Morgan, she must have recognized Ian as the Legendary Wizard who crawled into the pigpen.

Because of this.

She kept using that teasing nickname for Ian—something Ian used to see as just Morgan’s dark humor, but now it seemed many of Morgan’s words and actions held deep meaning.

Just like Ian had often thought to himself before, it appeared to him that Morgan had far more secrets than Merlin, perhaps due in part to the more frequent interactions with Ian.

"Why aren’t you answering?"

Morgan noticed Ian’s silence and again raised an eyebrow, questioning. She sat on an unchanging long bench, her fingers continuously drawing circles on the golden dish.

Above.

Not only had the previously experienced events vanished, but even the final appearance of the Ancient Greek Temple ruins had transformed into a scene of black lake water.

There were no water stains on the golden dish, yet as Morgan’s fingers continued to stir, the lake water inside the dish rotated with a distinct rhythm.

It’s unclear whether this scene truly existed or whether Morgan could affect that lake water across space.

"No, I’m just thinking."

Ian hurriedly replied with a smile, "To be honest, I indeed had a familiar sense of déjà vu, but didn’t think in that direction. I thought the senior apprentice, even if still in the Misty Illusion Realm, should be residing in a castle or similar place... That kind of Black Forest seems more like a place where some rogue wizard is trapped by obsession."

This was indeed why Ian hadn’t thought in that direction. Honestly, calling this senior apprentice the Wicked Apprentice wasn’t unjust at all.

Perhaps in the story of Snow White, her image was a bit tarnished. However, from the way she immediately tried to seize Ian as a "scapegoat" upon sight to use his body to return to reality, the senior apprentice was definitely ruthless. If she wasn’t wicked, who could be?