In her free time, when she was not in Snape's office, or in long conversations with Dumbledore, Ciri ran aimlessly around the corridors of the castle or stood on the shore of the lake, gazing into its depths. The Headmaster didn't want her to go to classes. However, sometimes she still visited lessons, more because of boredom than a desire for knowledge. In lessons teachers did not ask her a questions, pretending not to notice her sitting there at the back. Her presence was ignored even by Snape, who with great pleasure scolded and mocked many students.

"Today we will learn about Genies. Can anyone tell me about these creatures?

Snape, as always, ignored Hermione's raised hand.

"Mr. Weasley?" ask Snape.

"The Genies are beings who live in bottles and if you release them, they can fulfill three wishes." replied Ron with a grin.

"That is far from correct. Start reading your textbooks before class, Mr Weasley," he hissed, before turning to the class. "As you all know, in nature, there are four Elements – Fire, Water, Air and Earth. Each Element has its own Dimension. So then in these Dimentions live Genies, not in bottles, as according to Mr. Weasley."

"Like the Elements the Genies are Air, Earth, and so on. Their ability, again, are determined by their Element. A Genie of fire will not be able to produce water and the Air Genie cannot manipulate earth. So, back to the Elements. In some points of the Earth Dimensions touch our world, formed fractures through which Genies travel through. And yes, that means that Genie's can travel to Earth."

"In ancient times, among the wizards there were brave men, who, demonstrating miracles of dexterity and ingenuity, could to push the Genies in vessels. Caught Genies usually become these wizard's slaves. If managed properly, Genie's powers are infinite. Wrong management usually end with the death of the wizard. The vessels then fell into the hands of ignorant idiots who were stupid enough to open them.

"Wizards used the force of their prisoners in accordance with their needs. Some wizards made their Genies cause floods, hurricanes and volcanic eruptions, destroying entire cities and Nations. Others used their power for good, raising unprecedented beautiful towers and palaces, turning deserts into oases. Muggles are still wondering who built the Great Pyramids of Giza. You wizards, you should know the answer to this question – they were built by Egyptian priests who had enslaved Genies."

The legendary three wishes, so often mentioned in fairytales are completely inaccurate. There can be a different number of wishes. It all depends on the Elements. But most of all, the wizard or Muggle who foolishly releases a Genie does not have time to even utter one. Genies just kill the person who released them. These creatures are evil and insidious. They hate people, even more they hate that people's desires. Just capturing them increases their already burning hate for human beings, both wizards and Muggles alike. They will do everything to prevent someone from even trying to utter a command. They would much rather kill than follow the order of a human. If they cannot do that, they will carry out the wish, but literally, so it does not fulfill very essence of desire."

"To manage Genies in the vessel is possible, but it requires in-depth knowledge, the strongest magical abilities and tremendous stamina." Snape looked around the class. "In general, I hope that if you would find such a vessel, you are not going to open it or attempt to control its housed force." The Professor walked up to the blackboard and picked up the chalk.

"You can differentiate a bottle with Genie inside from all the others. I'll show you what the mark which is inscribed on the lid of such a Genie-containing vessel. This is the symbol which keeps them inside."

Snape drew on the blackboard twelve rays, and where they intersected he drew a pentagram. He was about to lift up the chalk when Hermione jumped to her feet.

"Professor," said Hermione. "What are you doing? It is dangerous!"

"Miss Granger, you were not asked to speak."

"But you should know that using this symbol can not only keep up the Genie. It's also should help to call them! Wipe it off!" She glanced towards the window nervously.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. As for Genie," the Professor now turned to the whole class, while Hermione flopped back into her chair, putting her face in her hands. "Indeed, there is a legend according to which, a Genie can be called using this symbol. I am emphasizing that it is a legend. It says that it can be done, by the wizard of noble blood," Malfoy opened his mouth of object. "I mean, royal blood," Snape corrected irritably. "So no one in this room would be able to summon a Genie here."

Ciri wasn't paying attention. Biting her tongue in concentration, she, with the help of the quill and ink, drew on the ass of dragon on the desk. To draw something more decent in the Snape's classroom was just too kind. A shadow loomed over her, and Ciri looked up, grinning at Snape's sallow face.

"That fact you are not an official student of this school," growled the Professor. "Doesn't mean that you can deface school's furniture!"

He waved his wand and the picture disappeared.

"I'll give you detention and for two weeks you will wash the floor in this class. You should start right now – take a rag and wipe the board." he said.

Ciri got up and went to the board, grabbing a rag on the way. Malfoy, who was sitting at the desk in front, didn't want to miss the opportunity to torment her. He put out his foot in her path seconds before she walked past him. He wanted to see her sprawled on the floor. Ciri spotted his foot and jumped over it, scoffing.

Snape clearly saw the incident but did not intervene. He couldn't take a points from her and he wasn't going to punish his favourite. Ciri stepped up to the black board, and started to wipe away Snape's scribbles.

Malfoy, however, like many other students have noticed that Ciri didn't have a wand. Hence, there is no fear of retaliation, he whispered a spell, pointing his wand over the edge of the table. The spell hit her in the back.

Ciri, from the impact, hit into the board face first. There was a crack, and blood gushed from her nose and onto the board, touching the symbol. The symbol hissed and started to glow, and started to smoke. With a shout, the students leapt from their seats and rushed out of class. They peeked through the door at the smoke. The smoke quickly took the shape of a Genie. Ciri did not flee. Running from a Genie was pretty much impossible.

"So, I called it?" Ciri thought, confused.

Snape was confused too, but nevertheless, threw at spell at the Genie. However, the Genie merely flinced. Snape sighed, and waved his wand, forming a wall of energy between Ciri and the Genie.

"This is the Genie of the Earth!" shouted the Professor, turning even paler than he usually was.

Making a barrier had sucked the energy out of him. "Make a wish! After you make it, he cannot touch you! I cannot hold the barrier for much longer. Come on!"

Ciri looked blank. Thoughts was crowded her mind. "What to ask? Destroy Nilfgaard? No... Kill Bonard? No, I'll have revenge myself…And not care at all..."

"I want to go home!" she shouted at the Genie.

Snape's hand slackened, removing the barrier that now it was not necessary.

"Oh, child of the Eldest Blood!" The Genie said, grinning wickedly. "Your wish is executed. The entire Universe is at your fingertips, Lady. And time, from the beginning to the end, at every point available to you. Choose any and move."

"Cirilla!" Snape said. "If I am not wrong, you listened to my lesson by using that place that you portrayed on the desk? Say your wish precisely, without giving him a chance to weasel his way out. This is the Genie of the Earth, so try to ask something tangible."

Ciri thought and said, "I have no other desires."

"Ask at least something! Otherwise, he never gets out of here!

"Bring me silver Geralt's medallion, depicting the wolf head. Geralt lose it, and I think than we meet again he will glad to receive this back." Ciri said finally.

The Genie disappeared with a puff. Minutes later, he dropped at her feet a medallion, and disappeared again, this time forever.

"Confound you!" shouted Snape, grabbing the girl by the collar. "Why didn't you tell me who you are?

"And what would that change?" answered by question Ciri, trying to break free. "You forget to bow down? You can do that now!

"Your full name and the title!" hissed Snape. "Now!"

"Cirilla Fiona Helen Rhiannon. Princess of Cintra."

"What caused her to abandon the balls and beautiful dresses, wealth and servants willing to please her, for a fortress, in which are taught to kill? The destiny of robbers in the future? Yes, she said she had lost all her family, but the title – it will not go away. Why she did not claim the throne? I obviously missed something, thought Snape.

He found no answer.