Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 635 - 178: Raven’s Authority_2

To be honest,

he was still curious about what kind of scene Morgan could see in the magic mirror, but he also knew that he would never get any substantial answer to such a privacy-related question.

"What do you think its use could be?" Morgan tossed the question back to Ian, without giving a direct answer, perhaps wanting to train Ian’s ability for independent thinking.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the fairest woman in the world... I think it could locate the entire planet, showing whatever thing or life form the user wishes to find?" Ian quickly combined his guesses with his previous knowledge about this magic mirror and voiced the most likely answer.

"Right, but not entirely right."

Morgan raised her slender finger, sliding it gently in the air, and the letters on the Mirror of Erised began to change, their order swapping instantly.

Erised turned into Eraser.

"Eraser?"

Ian read it out in surprise. It’s quite an easy word to understand, but trying to deduce another function of the mirror from this word was puzzling.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the difficulty in studying the mirror without dismantling it, Ian would have already taken it apart. But because it was Morgan’s mirror, he hadn’t dared to dismantle it.

After all, who knows what kind of alchemy techniques are embedded in it, and if it were to be like dismantling a drone and not being able to reassemble it... well, that would be both embarrassing and amusing.

"Yes, what exactly it can erase and what changes the mirror might undergo, that’s your new alchemy assignment." Morgan smiled, adding pressure to the little wizard.

Even without thinking too hard, one would estimate this to be a difficult task to explore; if it were easily solvable, Morgan certainly wouldn’t call it an assignment.

Indeed.

What Morgan said next proved that point. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"It’s missing a small part; you need to find that missing piece and then recreate it yourself. I recommend that you learn more about the alchemy techniques from Egypt."

While these words seemed like a hint, expanding one’s alchemy knowledge was not simple.

"Do you want me to take it back?" Ian wasn’t trying to dodge the assignment; he was just surprised that Morgan didn’t want to keep something she had been attached to for so long.

This is the perplexing thing about bad women.

"Do I look like someone who needs to ask the Misty Illusion Realm every day who the most beautiful person is?" Morgan gave a snort of laughter, watching as the little wizard tucked the Mirror of Erised back into the money bag.

Watching Ian put the money bag back into his robe.

"Of course, there will be times when I need it, but not right now. In the end, it will still belong to me." Morgan again spoke with a bit of contradiction.

This made the little wizard emphasize helplessly.

Thoroughly showcasing her unpredictable nature.

"Perhaps I should go see Ariana..." Ian sensed the remaining time he had and felt it was time to escape the clutches of this hard-to-please teacher.

"Your legs are on your own body, go wherever you want without gingerly inquiring with me." Morgan rolled her eyes and waved Ian away as if swatting a mosquito.

"If I left without asking, whether the legs remain attached to my body would be uncertain..." Ian, familiar with Morgan’s temper, muttered to himself as he waved goodbye to Morgan.

He ventured onto the winding stone path surrounding the gloomy ancient castle, walking along the stone steps towards the small town where Ariana was. The shadow of the ancient castle gradually receded behind him, and the scene ahead began to change quietly.

As the little wizard’s figure gradually disappeared, seemingly blending completely into the gloomy forest, Morgan turned back towards the castle, and the ancient giant dragon perched atop the castle opened its eyes.

"Lady Morgan... You didn’t seem to retrieve the thing hidden inside the mirror." The ancient giant dragon’s voice was cautious, laced with an uncontrolled curiosity. It was clearly pretending to sleep earlier, and for a dragon of such ancient lineage, seeing through magic’s true appearance was a standard feature.

"I just wanted to complete a closed loop; fooling others can only be called joy, but fooling oneself is true delight... now go back to sleep."

Morgan looked up at the mountain-sized dragon.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

However, the ancient giant dragon still shivered slightly. Faint lines rippled across its body, as if sketching something on its surface.

"Alright, I really shouldn’t meddle in things that aren’t my business; curiosity always kills the dragon." With that, the ancient dragon laid back down, muttering in a tone laced with oddness.

"I really don’t know why, but now I feel incredibly drowsy, just wanting to sleep. Clearly, I’m already a dead dragon, yet I can still feel an irresistible drowsiness."

It looked genuinely puzzled.

"Sleep more if you’re sleepy, it’s your fate." Morgan didn’t seem surprised at all; it seemed like she had anticipated the ancient dragon facing such a condition.

"Huh?"

The ancient giant dragon stretched its neck in confusion, its eyes larger than a car filled with bewilderment, obviously unable to comprehend why wanting to sleep could be considered fate.