Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 877 - 249: Morgan: This Is Hilarious_3

The woman fell to the ground.

Elegance, nobility, and a sense of sanctity vanished completely, replaced by a grimacing, swollen visage of pain; her face was full of exasperation and fury.

"God Eater!! It’s that filthy Medivh!!!"

The woman shouted through gritted teeth, yet her tone was filled with helplessness and annoyance, as if she felt she had been mercilessly played with, stamping her foot in frustration after standing up.

As the woman sprouted eloquently, her language colorful.

On the other side.

Ian had long since pierced through the clouds, flying within the Misty Illusion Realm, passing through gathering places of the Dead one after another, heading towards the familiar ancient castle.

The Little Wizard didn’t quite understand the situation, but after transforming, he seemed to have a "built-in navigation system," knowing exactly how to fly and where to go to reach his destination.

The wind roared in his ears as he vigorously flapped his wings. Soon, the familiar ancient castle appeared in his sight, towering and majestic, looking eerie even under the dim sky.

However.

Ian felt at home.

He landed directly on the open ground in front of the castle and transformed back into human form.

Not far away, a Giant Dragon lay there, its immense body like a small mountain, scales shimmering with hard light in the faint glow, its snoring as loud as thunder.

"Long time no see, big guy." Ian stroked the Dragon’s skin, which continued snoring but lightly puffed out some hot air, seemingly responding to Ian.

He pushed open the heavy door and entered the castle, the hall dimly lit, torches flickering on the walls, and saw Morgan leaning at the long chair by the dining table, back turned to him.

A golden dish hovered in front of the Bad Woman.

Ian approached slowly, somewhat astonished to discover that the dish displayed scenes of his confrontation with the woman in the Black Forest earlier, every detail crystal clear.

"Teacher, have you been peeping all along?" Ian couldn’t help but ask, his tone still a bit aggrieved, though it was directed solely at the woman he encountered in the Black Forest.

"I should call you teacher, shouldn’t I?" Morgan didn’t turn around, seeming to have already sensed Ian’s arrival, gently stroking the golden dish’s edge, the screen switching to the ruins of a Temple in Ancient Greece...

"You’ve got abilities now, not getting entangled with Wizards anymore." Morgan sighed, seemingly very impressed with Ian, though Ian could tell it was sarcasm.

The Little Wizard’s discernment in this matter was still keen.

"Who did I encounter?"

Ian couldn’t resist asking, feeling that Morgan surely knew the truth, sensing plenty of secrets hidden in this Bad Witch, even more so than Merlin, who gave him a sense of mystery.

"Who else could it be."

Morgan spoke with a grin.

"Congratulations, as a Wizard, you successfully provoked the God of Witchcraft, Goddess of Witches — Kerke." Morgan’s eyes revealed a teasing expression.

She enjoyed seeing Ian’s astonished, dazed expression.

"Gulp~"

Though Ian was mentally prepared, he still couldn’t avoid swallowing nervously. From the terrifying traits of the woman felt clearly, he realized he might be facing a deceased deity. At this point, Ian suddenly remembered that Old Witch, and quickly questioned Morgan.

"There’s also an Old Witch, she’s a deity too, right? I felt it was quite strenuous fighting her." Ian, confident in his abilities, felt anyone he couldn’t beat must be classified into the category of divine spirits, those spooky entities.

"Divine spirit?"

Morgan listened to Ian’s speculation as if hearing an amusing joke, laughing unabashedly, even patting the long table while clutching her belly.

"..."

Ian was utterly confused.

And Black Witch Morgan, having laughed enough, finally provided him an answer.

"You couldn’t best your senior sister, no, you couldn’t even best your apprentice granddaughter, yet you wanted to lift her up; this is the funniest claim I’ve heard these days!"

It seemed Morgan was genuinely in stitches.

Her ample chest muscle was twitching rhythmically.