"So?"
Ian continued smiling and raised an eyebrow.
He could completely see through the heart of this little girl.
This point.
The little girl was probably unaware.
"You all appeared in my pigsty and even killed my pigs. That's no small matter." The little girl continued with her act of pretending to be an adult.
"However."
She raised her head, her eyes slightly brightened.
"If you're willing to become my mentor and teach me that magic you just used, I think I can forgive your actions and even offer you a very generous reward."
In the little girl's nimble voice, there was a faint trace of nervousness that was hard to detect. Her expectant eyes were as dazzling as deep black gemstones, making Ian feel a touch of fondness.
"The one who cast the spell was him; you should be looking for him." Ian pointed to Riddle on the ground, whose twisted expression was being suppressed by two knights, making him feel heavier than a boar.
"Let go of me!"
"You're dead!"
"Your whole family is dead!"
His true nature was ultimately like this.
Shouting loudly.
The knights kept knocking on his head, but it didn't stop him from cursing. However, the little girl didn't seem too bothered by his verbal attacks.
She still raised her head and looked at Ian in front of her.
"I always find the most powerful character in the crowd, and you're not afraid of my guards. I didn't feel your fear." The little girl's gaze met Ian's.
The two were close at hand.
Ian could even see the blush on the little girl's cheeks.
Actually, Ian did feel the fluctuation of magic power from this pretty little girl, a very outstanding talent that hadn't been tapped yet.
"Since you're aware of this and still dare to stand in front of me... that's not smart." Ian didn't take out his magic wand, just raised a finger and placed it on the little girl's forehead.
Green light shone.
The threat of death instantly enveloped the little girl, making the smile on her face freeze instantly, and her flickering eyes visibly panicked.
Not only because of Ian's finger, but also because her two knights had silently frozen, maintaining their position of suppressing Riddle as if they had turned to stone.
She hadn't even seen the wizard in front of her, who was a few years older, cast the spell.
"How did you do that? Aren't wizards supposed to use incantations?" The little girl tried to maintain her composure, genuinely curious since she had never seen or heard of a wizard who could cast spells without incantations before.
"He's a legendary wizard! You're comparing him to your family's useless wizard? Fool!" Riddle still couldn't get up from the ground, spitting mud-covered saliva constantly.
"Let me kill her!"
Riddle tilted his head.
With only one eye able to see to the side, he still glanced at the little girl full of malice.
The little girl gulped.
Thankfully, Ian's response reignited a bit of hope in her eyes.
"You're the fool! Didn't you hear she wants to hire me to teach her magic? What kind of idiot talks to my good apprentice like that! My time converter relies entirely on my good apprentice!"
Ian's rebuke was an unexpected turn for Riddle.
However.
Once he thought about it being a noble family that worships wizards, Riddle quickly figured out Ian's idea. He could only glare at the little girl with resentment and unwillingness.
"Will you teach me magic?"
The little girl was both surprised and delighted, her eyes seeming to light up.
"Of course, I always believe that people come together for a reason, and when the gold coins are in place, I can even teach you how to knock Merlin out." Ian really didn't hold back when boasting.
He was twelve.
Legendary Rank.
If he didn't inflate his ego, who would?
"That magic! I want to learn that magic first!" The little girl took out her money bag and handed it directly to Ian, its hefty weight indeed felt very fateful.
However.
Ian's current enthusiasm for gold coins wasn't as strong as his enthusiasm for the ancient time converter.
"That's called the Killing Curse; you have a good eye. My mentor once said that when traveling, you must first learn the Killing Curse." Naturally, Ian put away the little girl's money bag.
Don't refuse what's given for free.
Of course.
He still remembered his goal.
"Of course, before that, I need a place to settle down and understand more about the wizards here. My servant and I just went through a failed journey."
Ian believed that as a noble descendant, the little girl could certainly provide him with significant help, and he thought guiding a talented little witch would be a convenient thing to do.
"Alright, no problem, mentor."
The little girl's quick change of address was also a sign of her cleverness.
"How should I address you?"
She no longer displayed arrogance, showing a respectful attitude. Ian's spellless spellcasting had already demonstrated power to this young noble, who didn't understand the significance of 'Legendary,' but trusted her own eye.
"Call me Mentor Medivh."
Ian donned a disguise.
And pondered.
Perhaps the story of this disguise began here and as such, his first apprentice should also have some stories in it?
At this thought.
"Your name?"
He looked at the delicate little girl in front of him.
"I'm the daughter of Duke Dingtajier, Princess of Cornwall, and you are my mentor, so you can gain some privileges." The little girl bowed to Ian.
"You can call me... Miss Morgan."
The girl spoke joyfully.
As she continued bowing.
She didn't see the little wizard's eyes filled with horror and his expression gradually losing control.
The atmosphere became somewhat quiet.
Confused, little Morgan looked up at the stiff little wizard.
"No! It's impossible!"
At this moment.
Riddle's horrified shout suddenly broke out.
"I don't want to stay here! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!! I want to go back to Hogwarts!!!" His explosive shrieks were still so piercing, filled with homesickness.