Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 626 - 175: Hogwarts, The Final Fairy Tale (Part 2)

"Nothing is a greater obsession than failing to become a god." Morgan was still speculating, her tone displaying a rare lack of confidence for the first time.

"Hiss, wanting to become a god... truly braver than me." Ian expressed his genuine amazement at Merlin, while the Legendary Witch just gave him a peculiar glance.

"I think wanting to replace the Creator... now that's real bravery." She mused for no apparent reason, not giving Ian time to ponder before continuing.

"If you want to find the answer, then use your specialty, dig deep and uncover the hiding ones." The Legendary Black Witch's voice had a tone of encouragement.

"I know where King Arthur's tomb is, maybe there's information about Merlin inside?" Ian got excited as soon as he mentioned this, not needing any coaxing. Ever since getting an address from Nicolas Flamel, the Little Wizard had been immersed in researching how to improve the Imperio spell that could only control shells.

He was convinced there must be magic that could pull out the original spirit with the help of the bones, he just hadn't found it yet, nor had he figured out how such a method would work.

Perhaps Voldemort's method of resurrection could provide some reference.

"Hmm? Arthur's tomb?"

Morgan's gaze paused slightly upon hearing this.

The next moment.

Her gaze toward the Little Wizard became somewhat dangerous, "Knowing it and not digging, what are you waiting for? Are you possibly respecting this Legendary King too much?"

Goodness.

There's no familial love here.

This is definitely a deathtrap question.

"Of course not, I just think I should be better prepared. Look, I've got my tools ready, just waiting to be properly set up, then I'll venture with my good friend Pandro."

Ian hurriedly showed off the tomb-robbing gear he got from Nicolas Flamel and promptly shared his plan. His eccentric teacher only paused briefly.

Then.

The Legendary Black Witch's gaze became gentle once more.

Even with some affection.

"Very good! This is very good! You truly are my most cherished apprentice!" Morgan even reached out to pat Ian's head, her tone filled with a comforting sense of "better than blue from green".

Indeed.

I'm really not a Dark Wizard.

The textbook model of a Dark Wizard in front of me can prove this.

"So, teacher, can you now tell me about the skeletal figure I signed a contract with... that god, what exactly is its identity and background?"

The Little Wizard knew how to seize opportunities.

While the witch was pleased.

He immediately asked the most crucial and likely-to-be-refused question—Morgan's mood was quite good now and she didn't choose to continue being a Riddler.

"Look at the sky, little one, I told you, it is that sun." Morgan stood on the steps outside the Royal Palace hall, once again looking up to the sky. In the blue sky, a golden sun hung high, like a benevolent giant, generously spreading warm and bright rays.

That golden light not only illuminated the earth but also gave life and vitality to all things.

"When I picked up that skeleton, there was a similar sun in the sky, though it was blood-red." Ian recalled his experiences at the Mysterious Tower.

A whole kingdom.

Sunk into the Misty Illusion Realm... now it seems, it wasn't just that kingdom.

"Here, and where you've been, actually both come from the same place, the same civilization..." Morgan had also learned about Ian's experiences at the tower through Ariana's communications.

She wasn't surprised.

Clearly, she had long been aware of certain information.

"The fairy tales you know well all come from this era, this civilization... its echoes even extend into my own era."

Morgan narrated gently.

"I know this, Snow White and my pretty, evil senior sister."

The Little Wizard decided to answer quickly.

"Yes, exactly, that's why we can casually refer to this civilization as the 'fairy tale civilization', because no one knows its formal name."

"If I had taken a closer look at your senior sister's small country back then, perhaps I could have learned more about this civilization, but I was troubled by other issues."

Morgan's tone contained regret and some information she preferred not to disclose.

The Little Wizard didn't plan to ask.

Now, he only wanted to figure out matters regarding the Black-robed Skeleton.

"Since Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and the Mermaid lived in this civilization, it must have been glorious, capable of sheltering and nurturing the divine spirits of this civilization should not be nameless nobodies either?"

Ian tried to inquire about the detailed identity of the Black-robed Skeleton.

His teacher did not disappoint him.

"How much do you know about Celtic mythology?"

Morgan's question was evidently full of information.

"Uhm... not much."

Ian was touched upon his knowledge blind spot, Hogwarts' library rarely contained records of this kind of mythology, he hadn't previously made the connection.

"Then go back and learn more, the divine spirit associated with you comes from it." Morgan was not surprised, after all, she had studied the current Magic World through Ian's hands.

"Sun Goddess?"

Ian was thoughtful.