A friendly day at Hogwarts

Morgana seemed to be a different person after the tea fragrance faded, with a somewhat mature temperament that she shouldn't have at this age.

It's hard to describe this temperament, like a high school student blending into a group of elementary school students, a bit like... Glenn himself.

Glenn stared at the girl, his heart skipping a beat.

Could this woman really be an old monster who came back from time travel?

Morgana looked at Glenn's strange eyes and frowned slightly.

"What nonsense are you thinking about?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's nothing." Glenn waved his hand subconsciously and shook his head repeatedly, "Can you tell me who Patricia Rick is?"

Morgana nodded gently, gracefully.

"Before I talk, I should ask first, what do you know?" She opened her mouth, as if she didn't know where to start.

Glenn pondered for a moment and said: "I heard someone said that she once visited a medieval ruins. This morning, she seemed to have been in the Ravenclaw common room, and she should be looking for something."

He did not mention that he sensed Patricia's aura of dark magic with psychological implications, nor did he pretend that he had prophetic powers.

Before Morgana's true identity was completely confirmed, he didn't want to reveal too much information about himself, even if she promised to tell him everything.

"Is this all..." Morgana bit her lip lightly, "Only based on these, you can guess that it is related to me?"

"That's not the case." Glenn shook his head slightly, "I noticed that when you were sorted into Gryffindor, she looked at you differently. And your reaction in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"I didn't expect you to be so observant." Morgana said thoughtfully, "Speaking of that class, could you feel anything unusual when she spoke?"

Glenn showed a recalling expression: "It seems not. I just think what she said is not right. It seems that she is deliberately leading everyone to become interested in black magic."

"Is that so..."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Morgana's eyes, and then she was relieved.In her opinion, it was already pretty good for an 11-year-old Hogwarts freshman to do this.

She continued, with deep disappointment in her brows: "Actually, the Professor Rick you see now is no longer the Patricia I knew back then."

"Why do you say that?" Glenn asked doubtfully.

"This story is a bit long, do you want to hear it?" Morgana glanced at him and asked.

Glenn nodded without hesitation.

"I am indeed an orphan, and I chose Morgana's name myself. I didn't lie to you." Morgana sighed softly, with a look of reminiscence on her face, "You probably haven't experienced that kind of experience from childhood. As long as I can remember, I have been wandering around and living a wandering life with no fixed abode..."

It seemed like a picture came to mind.

Under the dim street lights, a thin and small girl huddled in the corner, hiding from the biting cold wind that was whistling by, her thin body shivering.His little sallow face was dirty, and the old clothes that barely covered his body were full of holes.

Glenn gave her a complicated look, wanting to offer words of comfort.

Morgana shook her head slightly, as if she didn't care about that miserable childhood.

"I was about 6 years old when I met Patricia. Under the bridge in London, it snowed heavily that day and it was very cold. I thought I was going to die," she said softly and calmly. , as if telling someone else's story, "Then I saw a lot of birds flying around me and helping me keep warm... Now it seems that it should be the magic riot or magic awakening that everyone is talking about. .”

"Six years old?" Glenn was a little touched.

That was an age when she should have been enjoying happiness under the pampering of her parents, but she could only face the problem of survival alone. If it hadn't been for the magic power that appeared in time, she might not have been able to survive that cold winter night.

"It was probably those birds that attracted Patricia. She walked across the snow and walked towards me, like a fairy." Morgana's starry eyes flickered slightly, as if she missed that moment very much, "She took me away , wrapped his white cloak around me, not disgusting at all."

White cloak... fairy...

Glenn sensed something was wrong.He had never seen Patricia wearing any color other than black. She looked more like a delicate succubus than a fairy.

Morgana continued: "From that day on, I have been by her side, taking adventures with her, and exploring those ruins together. She is like a sister, always so gentle, until that time..."

She stopped suddenly, as if mentioning a memory she didn't want to think of.

"That medieval ruin?" Glenn asked.

Morgana nodded slightly: "It is a small island shrouded in swamps, woods and fog. Patricia calls it the Blessed Island."

"Avalon..." Glenn whispered.

"That's right. The burial place of the legendary dark wizard Morgana Le Fay." Morgana said, the nostalgia in her eyes dissipated.

After hearing what she said, Glenn probably guessed what would happen next.

Morgana sighed slightly.

"When we broke into that island, I had a vague feeling that was very strange, as if I had been there in a dream."

Her voice was deeper.

"Patricia said she seemed to feel a very obvious aura of black magic. I only saw something floating from the lake, but I don't remember anything."

Glenn nodded slightly and asked: "Could it be that... although Merlin defeated Morgana, he failed to completely kill her and just sealed her on Avalon Island?"

"Maybe..." Morgana looked gloomy, "When I woke up again, we had already left there. All the other curse breakers in the team were gone, and Patricia seemed to have completely changed. As individuals.”

Glenn suddenly realized that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had indeed experienced such an obvious change due to an unknown accident during his exploration of the ruins.

Morgana showed an expression that sounded like she was annoyed: "If I hadn't insisted on exploring the ruins together, maybe she wouldn't have become what she is now..."

Glenn patted her shoulder gently and whispered some words of comfort.Morgana chuckled at him.There was a look of gratitude on his face.

"From that day on, she was no longer as sunny and happy as before. She always made me feel gloomy, and her clothes became more and more coquettish." Morgana continued, "I can feel the way she looks at me. Something doesn't feel right, it's not the kind of relationship between relatives, it's more like looking at a very precious treasure..."

Glenn's pupils shrank, as if he felt something.