"..."
Witch Morgan was clearly a bit taken aback by Ian's wild imagination.
However.
She remained silent for a moment.
In the end, she gave an answer with a wistful voice.
"Then you would never be able to return to your own time, used by fate to replace the person you killed, and deeply entangled in a life that does not belong to you."
No one knew how Witch Morgan knew this answer.
Her tone didn't seem speculative.
Perhaps she had been curious about this too, and perhaps the reason this Black Witch and Ian became mentor and student was partly due to their similarities.
"Hiss~"
The witch's answer made Ian feel a chill down his spine.
"All right."
He completely dismissed some bold curiosity in his heart. Indeed, there's a reason why the more powerful the wizard, the more they revere fate. He wouldn't want to become a new noseless person and then "cackle" with Avada Kedavra.
Actually, given the current situation with noseless, there's no need to go back in time to kill him. Ian asking such a question was purely due to his curiosity about the mysteries of fate.
"Has something like this happened in history?" Ian's curiosity rose again, impossible to resist, especially with the Bad Witch's tone sparking the imagination.
Faced with Ian's consecutive questions, Morgan was not angry.
"If it hadn't, would I be telling you the answer? All my knowledge comes from summaries made in practice." Unexpectedly, Morgan adhered to a scientific witchcraft school of thought.
"Are there any historical figures I'm familiar with?!"
Ian had barely finished asking when the witch flicked him on the head.
"Sometimes, excessive curiosity isn't a good thing. Just 'knowing' some things can incur fate's backlash. All I can tell you is that it indeed happened."
"In times when neither you nor I existed."
Morgan's tone was profound and wistful, not fully extinguishing Ian's curiosity, but her flick did warn Ian from asking further.
"This is the Magic History I want to learn. Again, it's a day of gratitude for you as a teacher." Ian sensed the witch's impatience and immediately began enthusiastically massaging her back.
After all, the witch is right here.
More secrets are bound to be uncovered someday.
Provided he doesn't provoke the witch or follow in the senior queen's footsteps.
...
After half of the duration of the Misty Illusion Realm's Limited Experience Card had passed, Ian wanted to visit his friends in town. The legendary witch had no objections to this.
"Tell your friend that you took that dragon, so he still owes me..." She even had Ian act as a messenger to deliver a message to Pandro for her.
Regarding any past grudges between them, Ian could only speculate and judge. He definitely couldn't ask questions, especially since he almost got half his head severed by the dragon as a grim reminder.
If his living body got more than half his head chopped off, he'd surely die and then be kept by the teacher forever.
"Of course, rest assured, teacher, I'll even give him a good kick in the butt for you." Ian sacrificed his friend's butt health for the witch's pleasure.
"Kick hard enough!"
Witch Morgan's face lit up with a bright smile, clearly very pleased with Ian's promise. She raised her hand, and the next moment, Ian's shoes were covered with thorns. As for the greenish glow on the thorns, Ian, with his rich knowledge of Magic Potions, couldn't identify it and dared not ask.
If the answer was particularly frightening, how could he muster the courage to kick his friend? As the saying goes, ignorance leads to peace of mind.
"A soul won't die twice anyway."
Ian reassured himself.
As he stepped out of the castle.
"Will you take me back to the human world?"
The giant dragon lying outside immediately came over and curiously inquired.
It had no choice in Morgan handing it over to Ian and marking it with some symbols, but it didn't object or resist much.
"The human world has changed greatly. You can not only visit Hogwarts but also help me deal with enemies. Of course, most of the time, you just need to back me up." Ian hoped to foster a good relationship with this last Ancient Dragon, preferring not to resort to forceful enslavement.
"Of course, I can certainly back you up, and I can also bite your enemies to death." The giant Ancient Dragon agreed readily, instantly making promises to Ian.
Its personality greatly contrasted with its majestic enormous figure, even giving off a chatty vibe. Its facial details revealed a wistful expression, even richer than Snape's expressive face.
"My skeletal frame must also be pretty cool. If possible, I could even help teach other little wizards. After all, I always wanted to become the first Professor of Dragons at Hogwarts while I was alive." It conveyed its dream-driven nature, not as lazy or gluttonous as Witch Morgan claimed.
"You know, I've always been responsible for regularly cleaning the Black Lake and Forbidden Forest. Gryffindor called me a guardian, and Slytherin also acknowledged my virtues for a Professor of Dragons."