It's quite apparent.
Snape wanted to use the "reappearance" of that bizarre scene described by Ian to prove that Ian was spouting nonsense and lies.
However.
Ian didn't seem nervous about it.
Although, from the perspective of explanation and teaching, Snape's recorded magic wasn't as annotated as Grindelwald's in "Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled," it was evidently a magic that wasn't particularly difficult.
"Does it require animosity..."
Ian read very carefully.
He didn't comprehend the entire magic at once.
Maybe because the magic wasn't dark enough?
Having acknowledged his talent in the dark arts, Ian thought so.
And at this moment.
"Ha, pretending..."
Snape waited for Ian to concede.
During Ian's reading.
He pulled out his magic wand.
With a wave of his hand.
The wooden planks stacked in the corner began assembling into coffins, and the scattered corpses were drawn by an invisible force, automatically floating into the coffins wrapped in oilcloth.
"Rustle~"
The coffins were buried one by one into the soil.
The soil piled up in the house started refilling the ground.
Quickly.
The entire living room was restored to its original condition.
What Ian had struggled to complete over an afternoon was done in a few minutes by magic, and the corpses didn't even need to be squeezed into a coffin.
Actually, if Ian hadn't summoned those corpses, which broke out of their coffins, there wouldn't have been a need to remake coffins to compensate the dead.
You could say he had a conscience.
But not enough conscience.
No choice.
Nailing coffins is unusually tiring, Ian just wanted to save time, which led him to think about letting multiple corpses share a grave. After all, these corpses finally got a new home, right?
"Mr. Prince, I don't have time for your dilly-dallying."
After cleaning up the mess.
Snape, once again with a dark face, reminded Ian standing in the corner.
"Professor."
Ian finally lifted his head, interrupting his dedicated study.
"If you want to confess now, it's not too late."
Snape snorted coldly.
"Professor, this magic is dark magic, right?"
Ian seemed somewhat troubled as he spoke.
"Of course."
Snape glanced at Ian.
"Will I have trouble if I learn it?" Ian asked again.
Snape showed an impatient expression.
"When learning the Imperio, you weren't worried about causing trouble?" Snape laughed derisively, looking at Ian with eyes that seemed to see through his tricks.
"Don't give me ridiculous excuses as a lame justification for not learning. Didn't you find a piece of paper, try it out out of curiosity, and learn the Imperio?"
"This isn't even standard dark magic. Given your boastful claims about your talent, a mere small magic shouldn't stump a magic genius like you."
Snape emphasized the words "magic genius" with a heavy tone.
Full of sarcastic undertones.
"I'm not making excuses or reasons, you've misunderstood, Professor." Ian blinked and looked at the skill panel that had a new Level 1 Skill.
"I just think..."
Ian took out his magic wand and aimed at a pile of wooden planks not far away.
"Sectemsempra!"
Ian whispered softly, and as he spoke, there seemed to be a slight, barely noticeable fluctuation in the air. The invisible blade in the spell slashed like a ghost, cutting anything obstructing it into shattered pieces as if an unseen sword was wildly swinging.
A sharp tearing sound was heard.
Fragments scattered everywhere.
Sawdust and dust filled the living room, falling like rain.
"It's not very hard to learn."
Covered in many splinters, Ian put away his wand, gently brushed his clothes, and looked at Snape with an embarrassed smile.
"Perhaps, Professor, you should give me a more difficult magic, then I might not be able to learn it. You could finally see my awkwardness and distress."
Full of anticipation.
His words seemed genuinely thoughtful for Snape.
No response was given.
At the opposite end stood Snape, whose mocking expression was now completely frozen.
The atmosphere in the air became somewhat eerie.
"Professor?"
Ian persisted.
"Really, a little harder magic, and I truly won't be able to learn it." His longing for knowledge was so pure, making even insincere words sound earnest.
"..."
Snape was completely covered in wooden splinters, stuck firmly in his greasy hair. Yet, now he seemed unconcerned about his hair.
"What's going on with you!?"
Snape's face twitched intensely.
"As you can see, you almost stumped me," Ian made a fearful expression.
Just like his previous absurd remarks.
Snape wasn't fooled before either.
At this moment.
Even this professor, capable of mockery for half an hour without repeating a word, opened his mouth but failed to utter even a syllable.
No choice.
Who could have predicted?
This little wizard he had recently brought out from the orphanage.
A wizard who'd only gotten his magic wand a few days ago, could truly prove his point and show what it meant to be a "self-taught" magic prodigy.
Is this human?
What on earth!
In total twenty minutes or so?
If Voldemort returned, he'd probably hand him his wand!
Snape's expression turned vague.
"Professor, Professor, haven't you thought of something yet? I suggest instead of more dark magic, why not test me with Fire God's Path." Ian's voice chirped.
"Shut up!"
Snape just wanted to calm down.
Good grief!
Fire God's Path?
Dare you to have a bigger gut!
"Alright then..."
Ian shrank his neck.
Snape, out of his dazed reverie, took a while to regain his senses, examining the boy before him, and was forced to reassess Ian's explanation.
Perhaps.
Truly a dark wizard dropped a piece of paper?
"Where's that paper you picked up?"
Snape was still unwilling to admit he had judged incorrectly.
"Gone, last night was really a mess, a bunch of bodies crawling out, I have no idea where the paper flew to." Ian promptly made a remorseful face.
"Do not mention yesterday... or today's events to anyone else!" Snape's expression turned complex, he didn't press further about the paper's whereabouts.
The look in his eyes at Ian melded shock with disbelief, and even hints of worry. Exhibiting extraordinary magic talent at such a sensitive time wasn't advantageous.
Voldemort would soon return.
Grindelwald's saints and descendants were also active near Hogwarts.
Considering this.
Snape suddenly seemed to realize something.
Perhaps.
The piece of paper Ian picked up belonged to a saint of Grindelwald? If it was intended to teach Little Grindelwald, it would make sense!
The more he thought, the more he felt this could be the case.
Almost without noticing.
Snape seemed less doubtful of Ian's story.
No choice.
Seeing firsthand the incredible talent of this household's little wizard.
"School is starting soon, remember, do not use the magic you just learned on any classmates! Even if someone you dislike provokes you."
Snape already regretted bringing Sectemsempra into the equation.
Who could have expected!
Ian actually learned it!
"Alright, sure, I understand, I'm always congenial."
Ian immediately nodded, making a promise.
Snape's words were etched into his memory.
After all.
Snape only stated not to use Sectemsempra on someone you dislike, he never said not to use the Imperio learned yesterday on a classmate's family's ancestral grave.
Hm.
This surely sounded like a tacit approval from the professor!