Ian's sudden arrival clearly interrupted the Witch's meal. Not only did the table and utensils in front of her vanish, but even the food oes disappeared without a trace.

  In the grand hall that resembled a pace, even the delier hanging from the ceiling was gohe knife and fork that the Witch had been holding sprouted tiny wings and flew away.

  "Sorry… I am so sorry."

  Caught off guard, Ian reized the Witot far away as the Mysterious Lady who had appeared in town and spoken to him before. She still wore the same luxurious bck dress, and like a shadow desding quietly in the night, she exuded an indescribable aura of mystery ah.

  "Although your way of appearing here is quite ued, I did extend an invitation to you before, so you feel too bad about it."

  A napkin appeared ich's hand, and she elegantly wiped her red lips. With her gentle movements, the grad demeanor of an a urally revealed themselves. This was not an act, but rather a depth that seemed to be woven into every single one of her gestures.

  "I didn't mean to disturb your meal."

  Ian still hadn't fully recovered from the surprise. What he really wao say was that he hadn't sidered responding to the previous invitation, but he khat would be too rude.

  "Souls iwilight Zone don't o eat. I'm just following the habits I formed when I was alive. Those foods 't provide me with any pleasure."

  The mysterious Witch chuckled, her gaze fixed on Ian with i. Her words made him swallow hard, his nervousness and unease being more apparent.

  'Food 't provide pleasure? Then what bring joy to this dy? Pying with little boys?'

  The Witch's gaze wasn't particurly intense, but Ia as if ants were crawling all over him. He stood there with an awkward expression on his face.

  Fortunately, the mysterious Witch spoke again, breaking the awkward silence.

  "It seems you've already embarked oh of pursuing magic."

  It was unclear how the Witch had dised this, as Ian hadn't brought his wand into this world. Yet, she spoke with absolute certainty.

  "Yes, ma'am."

  Fag the Witch's gaze, which seemed even deeper than Dumbledore's, Ian nodded holy. This wasn't something that o be kept secret. In front of an unknown soul, attempting to lie could likely bring him unnecessary trouble.

  This was an intuition— an intuition from [Thought Perception]. Ian couldn't sehe Witch's emotions, much like fag Dumbledore, but this supernatural trait also influenced his sixth sense.

  And so, hearing Ian's ho ahe mysterious Witch looked very satisfied.

  "You should call me... Professor."

  It was unclear whether the Witch had genuinely misuood Ian or if she was doing it on purpose. She corrected his form of address with a slightly emphasized tone.

  "I... I..."

  After a moment of thought, Ian chose to be ho: "Actually, I don't know why I suddenly came to your pce."

  "Every time, I appear in the same pce, that grassy area outside the vilge." The fact that he was a living person was also something that couldn't be hidden. Whether it was Ariana or Pandero, they had both realized immediately that Ian wasn't a deceased soul. The mysterious Witch before him naturally wouldn't fail to notice this.

  "So?"

  The Witch's deep gaze fixed on Ian as she asked back.

  Ian steadied his mind and carefully spoke: "I have been sidering learning magi you, but I haven't fully made up my mihis time, I actually just wao see if my friend had returned."

  Ian tried to make his smile appear as i as possible. He truly felt that the Witch before him didn't seem like a good witch. With only a few small charm spells at his disposal, he could only choose a more cautious approach.

  "They haven't returned. Only three days have passed here since you st left." The Witch propped her right hand on the edge of the chair, resting her cheek on her palm as she spoke.

  Her other hand lightly tapped on the armrest as she spoke to Ian in a somewhat zy tohe Twilight Zone is a very peculiar pce. It responds to the most genuine desires and obsessions in people's hearts. That's why the location of your appearance has ged."

  This was clearly an expnation for Ian's fusion.

  However, "Uh, sorry, I still don't uand."

  Ian frowned.

  "What a dull Pigwidgeon."

  The mysterious Witch's eyebrows twitched slightly, her beautiful face showing a hint of helplessness. "I hought I would end up with such a slorentice."

  Although the sarcasm was much milder than Snape's, the mysterious Witch was clearly more arrogant than Snape. She had always spoken with the attitude of a superior. Not overbearing, but it was obvious that she felt superior to others— Ian had already gained a bit of experience from Snape in how he should deal with such people.

  "Should I leave then?"

  Though he sounded a bit cautious, Ian's words clearly caught the Witch off guard. Just like She er of her eye began to twitch.

  "What a sly little brat."

  The mysterious Witch shook her head in exasperation.

  "In the past, you desired friendship. Now, you desire magic."

  She finally gave an answer.

  Ian pohoughtfully. sidering his current situation iy, Iahere was some truth to it. But why, when he desired to learn magic, did the Twilight Zone bring him here?

  "Because deep down, you know that I teach you powerful magic, as well as the knowledge that schools are unwilling to teach you. The kind of power that quickly enable you to front any or all crises."

  The Witch suddenly spoke in response.

  However, Ian hadn't voiced his fusion aloud.

  "You read minds!?"

  Ian's eyes narrowed. He felt a sense of empathy with S that moment. Was this the b of the wizarding world?

  "That's not a difficult magic to learn, but iwilight Zone, I no longer possess the powers I had in life, and thus I've lost the magic I once had."

  The mysterious Witch smiled with delight.

  "I'm just good at people and you are quite easy to read."

  (End of Chapter)

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