Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 633 - 177: Shattered Past, Soul Seeking Bloodline_3
Ian patted his chest, he was indeed somewhat frightened just now, the light of the Killing Curse was too familiar to him, and the light emerging from the Bronze Gate was unmistakably that of the Killing Curse.
It definitely had a very similar feeling to his "Avada Plague."
However.
There was still power Ian couldn’t understand hidden within it—the clarity of Morgan’s memory was so vivid that Ian felt as though he was truly there.
"I don’t have any descendants, bloodline inheritance, why should I panic? Those who find that place later should be worried." Morgan shrugged with a smile.
His increasingly lighthearted words made the Little Wizard’s pupils constrict slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Ian blinked incredulously.
"Exactly what you think it means."
Morgan blinked his big "Carslan" eyes as well.
"Bloodline hunting... that’s really ruthless." Ian awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling that perhaps there were indeed reasons why some might see him as a Dark Wizard.
"That is obviously a trap; the target for hunting certainly wouldn’t be someone as legendary as me." Morgan’s words were reasonable; even an outstanding figure among legends could be instantly killed.
It seems.
The magic within the Bronze Gate.
Was unlikely designed to target Morgan. The only thing baffling Ian now is that knowing this, why would his future self continue to set such traps?
Could it be that he truly harbors defiance?
Does he indeed have a heart eager to rebel against his mentors and ancestors?
"So, the reason for the Divine Spirit’s disappearance isn’t inside that gate?" Ian struggled to steady his mind, forcing himself not to overthink so as not to reveal his hesitations.
He was genuinely anxious inside. Even the thought of letting Morgan examine those weapon and equipment remnants in the Misty Illusion Realm was completely dismissed.
"You saw it yourself, I died very quickly; how could that reveal any secrets?" Morgan’s bright smile surfaced again, his carefree emotion was overt.
"Uh, aren’t you even a little bit resentful?"
The Little Wizard clearly started probing his teacher’s inner level of resentment. Seeing his behavior, Morgan’s smile grew even more intense, his eyes squinted into crescents.
"Although I didn’t find the answers I originally sought... however, at the moment of my death, I did unravel another mystery that puzzled me all my life."
Morgan’s voice carried a hint of sentiment.
He again looked at the bewildered Ian.
As if suddenly changing the subject, he mentioned unrelated matters.
"Kid, you know, even if it’s the same magic, different wizards casting it would result in differences beyond just power. The more significant difference lies in the imprint."
"Or it can be called personal style. Skilled wizards can not only identify the user through magic but also confirm where the magic originated from based on its trace."
"This is why lineage and heritage, after thousands or even more years of continuation, can still be discerned by people." Morgan imparted this knowledge to Ian with resonant intent.
Then.
As the Little Wizard’s expression stiffened once more.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. It’s time to let me see the mirror you retrieved." Morgan suddenly clapped his hands, cheerfully switching topics.
"Gulp~"
Ian swallowed hard.
He looked at Morgan with a complex gaze—the Little Wizard felt, once again, the wicked amusement from his teacher, along with a creeping, terrifying unease.
Back then.
Morgan taught him the first magic, the Killing Curse.
Reflecting now.
Was that really just because the Unforgivable Curses were essential for Ancient Wizards when venturing out?
