Young Morgan's magical talent was indeed extraordinary.
Even though she had only just stepped through the gates of magical learning, the Avada Kedavra (Killing Curse) didn't pose a problem for her. After just a few hours of practice, she had already grasped the basics of this powerful Dark Magic.
Of course, part of this was thanks to Ian's guidance, but more than that, it was Morgan's innate gift. From childhood, she had delighted in hunting, and the murderous intent nurtured through that habit easily transformed into the essential condition required for mastering the Killing Curse.
"This is truly incredible." Morgan lowered her head, staring at the rabbit she had just killed with magic. Faced with the cold corpse, she not only showed no panic, but she even showed a hint of excitement.
The nature of a wicked woman was already beginning to reveal itself.
"Remember, don't let the killing intent control you; you must be the one to control it. This is important. It's the key standard that determines whether a wizard commands Dark Magic, or whether Dark Magic commands the wizard."
Ian offered his reminder at the right time. After all, not everyone was like him, born immune to the side effects that came with wielding Dark Magic.
"Alright, I'll remember it." Morgan appeared unusually obedient as she agreed. But one didn't need to guess to know that it was merely the disguise of a bad child; she didn't really mean any of her words and just spoke them for appearance's sake.
Ian glanced at the dozens of mounds where the so-called "wizards" had been buried, then looked again at Morgan, who still seemed hungry for more. He felt that the time was right; perhaps he could continue the lesson.
"You've already mastered the Killing Curse." Ian clasped his hands behind his back and spoke calmly. "Now, I'm going to teach you another spell, this one is a tradition of our school of magic."
His gaze lingered on the many burial mounds. Wanting to promote the self-created magic that no one at Hogwarts had appreciated, he thought perhaps the greatest advantage of having apprentices was shaping their aesthetic sense of magic.
"Mhm! Mhm!"
Morgan's eyes widened as she heard this, her expression brimming with curiosity and excitement, her cheeks faintly flushed with eagerness. Hearing Ian's words, the young witch quickly nodded with all her strength.
"I want to learn it! I want to inherit the tradition! What magic is it? Is it also Dark Magic?" Her curly hair bounced in the wind, her tone carrying the innocence unique to children.
"Strictly speaking, it can also be considered Dark Magic. But compared to ordinary spells, this branch of magic is far more immoral. It often carries the effect of bringing calamity upon one's family."
"Yes. This is the new category of magic I created. Perhaps it should be called the Corpse Control Curse." Ian spoke eloquently, feeling as though he truly had the air of a founder establishing his own sect.
"Corpse Control Curse?"
Morgan tilted her head in confusion upon hearing this.
"Yes. This type of magic follows the principle of 'if you strike, you must strike deep, bringing disaster to one's ancestors and descendants.' For example, with the Avada Kedavra, I've already begun exploring ways to trace through bloodlines."
"But that's not something you can learn yet. At least not until you reach my age. For now, what I'll teach you is an introductory-level Corpse Control Curse spell."
The twelve-year-old wizard raised his hand, gently waving his wand. With the motion, the soil of the graves loosened. A pale hand broke through the earth, followed by a second, then a third… until dozens of corpses crawled out of the mounds, swaying unsteadily before them.
Morgan's eyes widened, and she instinctively took a step back. Ian, however, was unconcerned. He continued waving his wand, and the corpses suddenly began to twitch. Their stiff movements gradually smoothed into a strange rhythm. Their arms swung, legs crossed and shifted, as if they were performing a grotesque dance.
"Magic that controls corpses?" Morgan swallowed hard, feeling uneasy at the sight of the rotting dead bodies that are performing a strange dance. After all, these were the very people she had personally ordered to be buried. She couldn't help but worry that these corpses still remembered their grudges from life.
Of course, that worry was entirely unnecessary.
A corpse was just a corpse. With no soul left in their bodies, there could be no memory. No matter how unwillingly they had died, under Ian's control, they still danced with a kind of grim cheer.
"This is the advanced version of the Corpse Control Curse, the Dance Curse. It not only makes corpses move, but grants exquisite control over them, allowing feats that the normal Corpse Control Curse could never achieve."
Ian explained his advanced creation in magic.
"Like dancing?" Young Morgan suddenly seemed to realize something as she asked.
She looked at the dozens of corpses performing different dances, and she could faintly sense just how delicate Ian's control over them was. If such fine manipulation were used in battle, it would absolutely be devastating. Dozens of warriors who knew no fear, no fatigue, no pain, this was undoubtedly an extremely powerful combat force.
"Not just that. The true strength of this spell lies not only in the simple manipulation of corpses, but in the ultimate exploitation and mastery of human nature itself." Ian sounded like he was flaunting his magic.
Before Young Morgan could even ask, he was already commanding the corpses to speak in different voices.
"Ah! Mother! Mother! I'm in such pain!"
"Hug me! Darling, hug me!"
"Sister! Brother! Where are you? Have you seen my head?"
…
Each voice was different, piercing, tragic, and mixed with hair-raising wails. Young Morgan's scalp tingle as she heard these voices, and she finally understood what "controlling human nature" meant.
She didn't even dare imagine what would happen if such a spell were used in an enemy's ancestral graveyard, making them witness their parents and forebears wailing like this. The blow to their willpower would be immeasurable.
It was nothing short of mental pollution! Ordinary people's minds would probably collapse instantly! As expected, her teacher was a bona fide master of Dark Magic, the kind of wizard so evil he couldn't possibly be more evil, Morgan was deeply shaken, and for the first time gained a profound understanding of her lineage's tradition. It seemed that wickedness really was the hallmark of their school of magic.
"Amazing!" The young witch exclaimed in awed expression on her face.
(To Be Continued…)
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