Chapter 87 86: That year, that night, that truth
Seven o'clock in the evening.
The ugly stone statue outside the principal's office at Hogwarts was different from other places. It was the first time for Ian to come here, and he softly said the password Dumbledore told him.
"Jelly Slug."
Fell with the sound.
The stone statue tilted its head and got out of the way. Ian slowly walked up the spiral staircase, climbed all the way, and saw the stately wooden door with a brass door handle.
There is no need to twist it.
Ian just knocked lightly on the wooden door. The door knocker seemed to come to life, flapping its little wings as if struggling to open the door, so the wooden door slowly opened silently.
The candles that never go out exude gentle light, and the most serious hall of Hogwarts is displayed in front of Ian's eyes. The rows of bookshelves in the spacious room are particularly conspicuous.
Since Dumbledore didn't seem to want to hold him accountable, Ian didn't feel very nervous. After all, he was the victim who was beaten by the crowd.
Looking around the room with interest.
Ian saw that the walls were covered with portraits of former principals. Each one was lifelike, and the principals' eyes were almost all looking at him in unison.
"Is there another little wizard causing trouble in school?"
"It's the little one, I remember, he is the little boy that Dumbledore will never forget."
"Shut up! You big mouth!"
After some noise, several portraits fell into silence and stopped moving. They pretended to smile on the wall, but their eyes still followed Ian's steps.
"Poisonous Magic"
"Evil Magic Code"
"Blood Oath Contract"
"The Secret of Cutting-Edge Black Magic"
...
In addition to books such as "Breaking with the Female Ghost", "Traveling with the Ghoul", and "Holiday with the Dominatrix" on the bookshelf, there are also many collections that can be called banned books. .
They are just like ordinary books, arranged in alphabetical order on the bookshelf, as if they are not worried about what trouble it will cause if someone steals one.
“After all, so many principals are staring.”
Ian looked at the portraits on the wall that seemed to be playing a game of “one, two, three, wooden figures” with him. At that time, the principals had a tacit understanding of pretending to be a freeze-frame portrait.
"Hello, Sorting Hat, I heard that you reported me to Professor Snape." Ian looked around in the office for a moment and looked at the Sorting Hat who had been pretending to sleep since he entered the office.
"Huhuhu~"
Its purr became a little louder.
No matter how Ian picked it up and turned it over and over, the Sorting Hat was like a sleeping beauty that couldn't be woken up. It had no intention of responding to Ian's inquiry at all.
“Am I not courageous enough?”
Ian tried to take out the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat, but he only pulled out a piece of dandruff left by an unknown little wizard.
The piece is as big as the little finger, very exaggerated.
“Disgusting!”
He shook his hands in disgust, rushed to the hand washing area and washed for a while. When he walked back to the main hall, the man who asked him to come to the office to wait first was Deng. Bullido still hasn't come back.
The Sorting Hat continues to pretend to be asleep.
"If I become the Mediterranean in the future, it must have something to do with wearing you! If that really happens, I will take you on a long voyage no matter what!" Ian didn't care whether the Sorting Hat was really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping. He grabbed it and used the transformation technique to transform it. A stone turned into a brush, and the Sorting Hat began to be cleaned in the sink.
"The next generation of little wizards will thank me." Every time Ian brushed the Sorting Hat with a brush, he would whisper a repeater saying "merit +1" in his mouth.
Apply soap.
Brush brush brush.
Apply soap.
Brushing again.
Finally.
After being manually cleaned, the Sorting Hat could no longer stretch.
"I should have sorted you into Gryffindor in the first place!" The heartbreaking voice fell, and a bright long sword fell out of the hood of the Sorting Hat.
This is a legacy from ancient times. The sword body shines with dazzling golden light, as if it contains the power and courage of the sun. Each of the bright rubies inlaid on it is like a burning flame.
fiery.
Without losing its beauty.
"Nonsense! I'm a Ravenclaw with a bright roots. Take a look, luckily I haven't washed my robe yet. Can't you smell the smell of approval on it?"
Ian retorted angrily and picked up the sword on the ground.
The Sword of Gryffindor has the unique ability to choose its wielder, and most of the time it only listens to the call of those who have true courage, nobility of heart, and the determination to fight for justice.
"Reckless brat, I have no sense of smell. Put me back quickly!" The Sorting Hat seemed to be very resistant to water, but it had already been cleaned.
Old but no longer sloppy.
“Now it’s two approvals!” Ian hung the Sword of Gryffindor on his waist, wiped off the water from the Sorting Hat, and put the very unhappy Sorting Hat back in its place. .
"I have accumulated protective armor for a thousand years..."
The wrinkled face of the Sorting Hat was full of a feeling of hopelessness. The portraits on the wall were all suppressing smiles, and some couldn't help but make a squeaking sound.
Ian turned around suddenly to catch something, but he didn't expect the portraits on the wall to react faster than the other. He only saw Dumbledore's figure appearing at the door.
"Principal Dumbledore, you really don't make any noise when you walk." Ian looked surprised. He had been startled by Dumbledore before, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't guard against Dumbledore. Sneak up.
"It seems that you are having a lot of fun with the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were placed on the long sword on Ian's waist.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, have you also noticed that I am brave, loyal, kind, peace-loving, fearless, righteous, and trustworthy?"
Ian? The robes were lifted to reveal the great sword of Gryffindor.
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a while before speaking.
"Although it's not that unexpected, Mr. Prince, I'm afraid you need to keep this sword with me for a while, and some things still need it to be completed... I'm sorry."< br>
A very sincere sentence.
Ian did not feel disappointed.
He himself has no swordsmanship.
“Just let me take it around Gryffindor House. Well, I don’t mean anything else. I just want them to know that I am courageous, loyal, kind, and peace-loving... …”
Ian is trying to hide it.
It’s just that he hasn’t finished speaking yet.
"锵!"
At the office window that seemed to be always open, the cry of the phoenix interrupted Ian's idea of ascending the throne in a different place. The much smaller phoenix Fox suddenly flew towards Ian again.
No surprise.
Fox stopped on Ian's little head again. Ian was already somewhat used to it, and he took out the freeze-dried food from his pocket that he had not been able to feed to Professor McGonagall in the cat form.
“Qiang!”
Fox had no intention of eating at all, and its cry seemed to be cursing. Ian put the freeze-dried food in front of his nose, and he didn't smell anything strange.
At this time.
"Dumbledore! Look what he did to me! Quick! Send this brat to Azkaban! I have acquaintances there!"
The Sorting Hat suddenly He started to complain hysterically to Dumbledore.
“It looks pretty good with another look.” Dumbledore commented cheerfully on the new image of the Sorting Hat, which made the Sorting Hat a little stunned.
"Yes...is it?"
It's a lot quieter.
"But my protective armor..."
Although the Sorting Hat seemed to be coaxed, it still felt a little reluctant to let go.
After all, it is the accumulation of thousands of years.
“Bah, bah, bah!”
Ian rushed to the trash can and vomited several times, then walked back and raised the freeze-dried food in his hand with Phoenix Fox on his head as steady as a mountain.
"Principal Dumbledore, would you like a snack?"
His voice sounded like he was eager to share.
It’s just that Dumbledore is obviously not old-sighted yet.
"I still prefer to eat piles of cockroaches." Dumbledore decisively refused the freeze-drying offer in Ian's hand, walked to his desk and took out a pile of brown candies to fight back against Ian.
"Want some?"
Those brown things in his hands may be candies with cockroach shapes, but they may also be real cockroaches disguised as candies. Ian will feel disgusted even if he wins or loses the bet. Own.
“No, thank you.”
Ian put the freeze-dried food back into his robe. It was a little spoiled, but he didn’t plan to waste it. He can also put the freeze-dried food into the hospital next year. Feed it to the little dwarf Star Spot who eats everything.
Being a mouse without enough to eat.
Scabbers the Dwarf probably won't mind eating some fermented food.
"How about some other snacks?"
Dumbledore stuffed the pile of cockroaches into his mouth. He seemed to be a hospitable and kind old man, using the cockroaches with some candy on them. Ian motioned with his hand to sit opposite him.
"Is the steak okay?"
Ian didn't eat much at night. After all, Marcus Flint kept staring at him, which fully affected him and his two roommates and Other little wizards compete for the speed of the meat.
"Can't it be dessert? I should only have dessert here."
Dumbledore showed a troubled expression.
Ian pondered slightly.
"Then let's have a honey steak."
He gave in.
"..."
Dumbledore was speechless for the second time today. He stared at the little wizard in front of him for a long time, and then clapped his hands in the empty air.
A portion of honey water appeared in front of Ian.
Mostly from those house elves who usually hide their bodies secretly.
Ian looked a little disappointed.
"There should be some undigested steak in my stomach." This can be regarded as a kind of spiritual comfort. Ian, who drank the honey water, ate the honey steak in another way.
“…”
Dumbledore looked a little stunned.
"Okay, Principal Dumbledore, I'm ready to debate with you." Ian drank all the honey water in one breath, and then sat upright and waited for Dumbledore's lecture.
"Mr. Prince, there is no need for any debate between us. After all, I know very well that you have maintained enough restraint in this conflict, which is something worthy of praise." Deng Bullido's eyes were like two bottomless pools of water, and there was an indescribable emotion in his gentle and powerful voice.
"It's bullying! A group of them bullied me!"
Ian angrily corrected Dumbledore's wording.
"Yes, it is true. I happened to pass by and witnessed this thing that should not have happened... I think Severus should be able to educate his students well. I have already told the frightened little The wizards sent it to him." Dumbledore nodded and did not refute, but followed Ian's words and gave him comfort.
"I was the one who was frightened. Look, my belly has lost weight." Ian sighed with lingering fear, and patted his underfed belly.
“……”
Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and he was quite helpless, "As I said, Mr. Prince, I should have witnessed the whole process and nothing was missed."
He focused on the "whole process" Pronunciation is emphasized.
“I just want to get some compensation.”
Ian smiled sarcastically, no longer taking chances in his heart, and his words became more honest. Fox lying above him seemed to have built a nest on his head.
“Actually, there are two reasons why I didn’t stop it. The first is to see how you would deal with this kind of thing, and the second is because you took the lead in characterizing this conflict as a duel. .”
Dumbledore also seemed very candid and did not hide some of his selfishness. His voice was neither rushed nor procrastinated, with a gentle and powerful feeling, "A duel is a sacred thing and a glorious one." This kind of ceremony, even I can only guarantee that no one among you will get into trouble."
"Of course, your performance did not disappoint me. It’s a lesson that will remain fresh in people’s minds, but it doesn’t really hurt anyone. Such restraint is rarely seen in a wizard who controls power.”
“Especially the stunning lighting at the end. Damn it, even I almost couldn't react... Well, this special idea is really very realistic."
Dumbledore's tone became a little weird.
Ian pretended not to hear.
"My original intention is to lead people to be good and make them realize their mistakes. If I can compensate them, it may prove that they can still be saved."
Ian still has not given up. Get compensation for yourself.
His choice of words made Dumbledore silent for a long time.
"I think the gentlemen and ladies of Slytherin must have realized how inappropriate their behavior was, but it is obviously not easy for you to obtain compensation from them."
Dumbledore spoke politely.
"Is it because Marcus Flint's family is very well-connected in the Ministry of Magic?" Ian always remembered what Marcus Flint mentioned many times during the two conflicts.
This guy is even more classic than Malfoy, who has not yet entered school.
"It's because the proud wizards of Slytherin have always found it difficult to bow to others." Dumbledore's answer was not convincing at all, and he probably could only fool the young wizard who had never seen the world.
Ian knew very well how quickly these Slytherin pure-blood wizards fell to their knees in front of Voldemort.
Hmm.
They didn't bow their heads.
They kowtowed directly.
"Sure enough, it's because Marcus Flint's family is supporting them. These so-called ancient families are like this, even if they make mistakes, they will not admit it."
< br>Ian sighed.
Dumbledore nodded noncommittally.
"In fact, Severus will definitely need to spend some effort to calm the impact of this time on you. The main pressure comes from the families of those young wizards."
"Mr. Flint's relatives He is indeed well-connected in the Ministry of Magic. After all, the Flint family has a long history, and other pure-blood wizards’ families There is more or less some energy.”
“Mr. Prince, you are more mature than many young wizards. You must be able to understand what is right and wrong in the eyes of a certain type of adult wizard. It’s not important.”
Dumbledore seemed to be reminding Ian not to settle accounts with those Slytherin students again.
“You are right.”
Ian nodded helplessly.
He touched the Holy Sword of Gryffindor that he could only hold in his arms because he sat down. He wished that this sword had once been given the meaning of cutting first and playing later.
What a pity.
No.
"It seems that not only will I not be compensated, but I will also have to pray that I will not be caught by a swarm of flies. Uncle Professor Snape must be worried about me."
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Ian felt a little bored.
He clearly just wanted to study hard and make progress every day, but why did he end up in such a bad thing? Everything seemed to be against his will from the time Marcus Flint was cast the Imperius Curse. About.
"Don't look at Severus always gnashing his teeth at you. In fact, he is happy to do these things for you. This can more or less allow him to gain some spiritual self-forgiveness."
Dumbledore spoke softly.
“Self-forgiveness?”
Ian frowned.
"This is what he will tell you, if he is ready." Dumbledore whispered, with a somewhat meaningful tone.
Okay, okay!
The Riddler, right?
Let’s be the Riddler together!
No one is in a hurry!
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Principal Dumbledore, I think if there is nothing else, I should go back early to prepare for tomorrow's classes."
Ian It was clear that Dumbledore's decision to let him come to his office was not just to praise him for doing something right. The principal of Hogwarts was probably not that idle.
Especially at this moment when the Ministry of Magic has been involved in investigating the death of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You know, Senior Penello has already revealed to Ian that she had talked with Dumbledore.
With the help of old Dengtou’s brain melon seeds.
I'm afraid the other party has already guessed something.
Of course.
The reason Ian was sure of this was that when he first entered the principal's office door, he saw a bookshelf that seemed to have just been moved in, filled with many extremely old and obsolete books, but they were not It is not a book about magic skills. Something like "Song of the Soul" or "Merlin: Between Life and Death".
"Good night, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Ian took off the reluctant Fawkes on his head, put it back on the gilded perch where Fawkes should be, and placed it He waved his hand and was about to run towards the door of the office.
"Mr. Prince!"
As expected.
Dumbledore suddenly couldn't sit still.
“Huh?”
Ian looked back at a loss. "The Holy Sword of Gryffindor."
Dumbledore looked helplessly at what Ian was holding in his hands.
"Oh, I almost forgot, sorry." Ian scratched his head and walked to the Sorting Hat as if he was embarrassed, grabbed the Sorting Hat and stuffed it into the hood.
"Slow down! Slow down! Ah! I understand! I understand! Not Slytherin, not Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor, I should assign you to the dementors "Go to the lair!"
"It's just murder! Look, Dumbledore! He's stabbing me with a sword!" the Sorting Hat screamed, holding the Holy Sword of Gryffindor. It seems quite aggrieved.
Seeing Ian leaving again.
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to stop him.
"Mr. Prince, don't you want to get compensation?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered behind the frame, and for some reason he suddenly brought up this ended topic.
"Now I just ask those pure-blood nobles not to bother me. Maybe there are children from the school director's family among those guys today, and they can directly use their connections to force me to drop out of school?"
Ian asked tentatively.
But Dumbledore slowly shook his head.
"Of course I cannot agree to this. As long as I am still the principal of Hogwarts, the school director cannot interfere with my decision-making. This is what we agreed on from the beginning."
< br>Dumbledore explained his attitude.
Soon.
He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It may be inappropriate to say this, but I still want to ask that you accompany me on a trip tonight."
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Said.
Dumbledore stood up.
With a heavy expression, he extended his hand to Ian.
"Mr. Prince, after this trip, I guarantee that you will no longer have to worry about the pressure from the pureblood family, and you will be able to get the apology and compensation you want from them."
"If you want to study with peace of mind, you can study with peace of mind."
Hard reasons to refuse.
Ian had to put on a smile and turned around and walked over.
"My pleasure."
The tone was a bit unwilling, but Ian still raised his hand to hold it - the next moment, the world was spinning, and Ian seemed to hear the sound of a clock It's like turning the pages of a book.
The surrounding scene is shaking.
soon.
A strange scene replaced the principal's office at Hogwarts. This is a valley with gentle sunshine and grass, and a town that is very familiar to Ian's memory.
"What kind of magic is this? Apparition? It's different from the previous experience!" Ian stared blankly at the small town not far away that he had only seen in the illusion.
"This is just a memory."
Dumbledore looked at the town in the distance with a very complicated expression on his face.
"Memory?"
Ian was shocked by the extremely real and immersive experience. He could even smell the fragrance of the grass on the ground and touch the fluttering butterflies around him. The trees are lush, and the green leaves rustle in the breeze. Everything is like reality, without any illusion or illusion.
"It is a relatively complex use of memory magic. I may have delved too deeply into this aspect..." Dumbledore's tone also began to become lower.
"Godric's Hollow." Ian suddenly spoke.
Dumbledore, who was originally looking gloomy, suddenly brightened up.
"Ian, please allow me to call you this...you...can you lead the way for me?" Dumbledore, who had been brilliant all his life, seemed extremely cautious at this time.
Ian turned to look at the old man beside him, hesitant, timid and weak, all the emotions that should not appear in Dumbledore seemed so easy to feel at this time.
This is the first time that Ian has sensed Dumbledore's thoughts and thoughts so clearly.
"My pleasure."
Still the same answer.
Ian roughly understood where the memory ended, and he was also a little curious about what kind of person Ariana was in Dumbledore's memory.
Step on the grass and onto the path.
Ian is in front.
Dumbledore is behind.
It seemed that he needed the courage of others to open up a way forward for him before he could embark on the road home in this memory. The sun shone on the two people through the gaps in the leaves.
The old post office, the bar in the breeze, and the steeple church are all what Ian remembers. The only difference is that this town has many more passers-by.
“Is this thing edible?”
Ian saw a vendor selling pancakes. He approached him out of curiosity, but found that he could not interact with the vendor or eat them at all. The pancakes are still hot to the touch.
The pancake is in your mouth.
But I can't chew out any taste, and I can't really swallow it.
"This is just my memory, Ian." Dumbledore saw that Ian continued to snatch food from many passers-by without giving up, and he couldn't help but remind him.
Ian was finally completely disillusioned.
He walked back to the front, taking Dumbledore through the town, and finally stopped in front of the houses on the edge of the town. The unmarked houses were exactly the same as in Ian's memory.
"I met her here. Although she is the only one in the town, the fruits she has are really edible." Ian was still a little concerned about the pancakes.
Just.
Dumbledore was already trembling and lowered his head.
“It’s all here.”
Ian felt extremely clear sadness, pain, and the desire to escape. He realized that this memory might be the death of Ariana that day.
“You don’t have to continue to force it.”
Ian finally suppressed the curiosity in his heart and reminded him in a low voice. After all, he had already confessed everything that the principal might want to verify. gave the other party a response.
"I have definitely realized how special you are, so this is not for me, Ian." Dumbledore took a deep breath and raised his head.
The picture of the house was reflected in his frame, and the color in his eyes could not be seen. "This is perhaps the only lesson I can teach you."
The words fell.
The hesitant principal probably failed to muster up the courage to walk into the house. Ian only felt the scene around him change, and then he and Dumbledore were already in the house.
Three people were making a noise. One of them was a young man with blue eyes and blond hair. He was full of unruly temperament. Ian felt that the other person was probably that man.
Sure enough.
"That is Aurora's grandfather, Gellert Grindelwald. I think you have checked the information about him." Dumbledore's eyes were full of complexity.
In this scene, there are him, his brother, his old friends... and his deceased relatives.
"I, and my brother, Aberforth." Dumbledore introduced the people quarreling present one by one. The red-haired man and his brother also had handsome appearance.
It’s just that young Aberforth is thinner than young Albus. Both of them have red hair. Although their appearance is almost the same, there are subtle differences.
Ian finally looked at the little girl in the room who was huddled in a panic in the corner. He wanted to step forward to break up the fight but was frightened by the atmosphere.
More than ten years old.
The mind of a seven or eight year old.
It is natural to be timid in such a scene.
"Ariana."
Ian whispered softly.
Dumbledore has closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes are crystal clear.
“We have always protected her at home. Bad things happened to her when she was a child, so she hated her magic and became an Obscurial due to our negligence.”
The old principal's voice was trembling.
"The Obscurus? I remember reading in a library book that a young wizard who has been suppressing his own magic power may form a parasitic force called the Obscurus in his body."
"People who become Obscurials generally do not live to be ten years old. The Obscurials will die together with the host. In extreme cases, the Obscurials may also be assimilated into a kind of Obscurus."
Ian realized that Ariana What terrible thing happened to him.
"It could have been solved... It must have been possible... I can do it..." Dumbledore murmured in a painful low voice, averting his regretful gaze.
"Because the Obscurus broke out?"
Ian guessed that this was the cause of Ariana's death.
"Keep watching."
Dumbledore responded in a low voice.
In the scene.
The three of them were really noisy.
"Your plan is crazy and terrifying. Ariana needs a quiet environment, not the noise of war. I will never allow you to drag her into the quagmire!"
The emaciated Aberforth was scolding his brother, "Albus, you want to hurt our sister again? You are simply crazy!"
His scolding.
The young Albus Dumbledore's face was filled with confusion and struggle. However, at this time, the blond Gellert Grindelwald stood up and pushed away the aggressive Aberforth.
"Cowardly fellows, your sister was hurt by Muggles and ended up in the situation she is in now. Shouldn't Muggles be held responsible for her tragic fate of not surviving to adulthood?"
< br>"If we can change the world and make those Muggles behave themselves, we can avoid such tragedies, and we can send Muggles who harm wizards to trial!"
Gellert Grindelwald was very emotional.
"Your stupid brain does not realize the problem! Escape? That will only lead to our destruction. Your brother and I have the ability to change the living environment of all wizards!"
"This The world will be harmonious!" As he spoke, Gellert Grindelwald turned to look at young Dumbledore, his voice was firm and had a very inflammatory tone.
"Albus, for us, for the future of wizards, and for revenge for your sister!" Gellert Grindelwald's words made Dumbledore, who was beginning to waver, gradually firm up his eyes.
“We have to do it! Someone has to start it!”
He spoke quietly to his brother Aberforth.
"Are you going to abandon us? Abandon me, abandon Ariana, abandon our home, and then go crazy with this student that Durmstrang expelled?"
A Bufusi's expression looked very incredible.
Full of shock.
Also with an uncontrollable anger.
"We will win."
The young Dumbledore just responded like this. Just like the old man now, the young man in the memory scene did not dare to turn his head and look at the man in the corner at this moment. younger sister.
"It's all you shameless and insidious liar! Madman! It was you who bewitched my brother! Get out of my house now, and go wherever you came from!"
Aberforth drew his wand in an attempt to threaten.
Gellert Grindelwald looked disdainful.
"Aberforth, calm down!" Young Dumbledore tried to persuade Aberforth, but he was already red-eyed and had lost his mind because he thought Gellert Grindelwald was a homewrecker.
“Shattered to pieces!”
Aberforth cast an extremely terrifying curse on Gellert Grindelwald, but Gellert Grindelwald was already prepared. He just raised his hand to block Aberforth's attack.
Between two brothers.
Although Aberforth also has strength far beyond his peers, he is obviously much weaker than Albus and Gellert Grindelwald. Excellent people face those who stand tall People on the top of the mountain.
"Cut out the bones!"
Gellert Grindelwald responded unceremoniously, so quickly and at a tricky angle that Aberforth was immediately knocked to the ground and twitched in agony. .
"Damn it! Gellert, stop it, this is my brother!" Young Bullydo was also anxious, pulled out his wand, and cast a spell directly at Gellert Grindelwald.
Interrupted Gellert Grindelwald's continued casting of spells.
“He obviously can’t see the future trend and doesn’t know what we wizards should do. Such people are a stumbling block on our road to success and deserve to be spurned!”
Gellert Grindelwald looked displeased, but still stopped casting spells. He never thought that after being rescued by young Dumbledore, Aberforth would try to sneak attack him again.
"The intestines and stomach are out of the body!"
It is an extremely cruel curse.
This directly angered Gellert Grindelwald, who was dodging sideways.
“You are looking for death!”
He was obviously murderous.
"Calm down! Gellert!"
The young Dumbledore was very nervous, fearing that his brother would be killed by Gellert Grindelwald, but he tried to dissuade Gellert. .Grindelwald obviously no longer wanted to hear it.
Melee.
It happens at this moment.
Screams and roars filled the room.
"Don't...don't hit...please." Ariana was huddled in the corner with fear on her face, and black mist continued to emerge from her body.
However.
None of the three noticed.
"Ian, this lesson is very important for you." The elderly Dumbledore suppressed the surging grief and spoke tremblingly, his regretful voice just falling.
A terrible curse was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.
Offset.
Ariana, who had already had an attack of Obscurus, slowly fell to the ground under Ian's horrified gaze. Her face was pale, and her eyes soon lost the color that a living person should have.
Aberforth immediately pounced on Ariana, Gellert Grindelwald turned pale, and young Albus Dumbledore stood there blankly holding his wand.
“This!?”
In disbelief, Ian suddenly looked at the disappearing memory of the melee. The direction in which the spell was released was exactly where the young Dumbledore was standing.
All of a sudden.
Ian's heart was filled with emotions.
It’s hard to calm down.
“Some things, there is no chance to regret.” The memory has not completely disappeared. The scene does not return to the office, but changes to the grassland in the valley where the breeze blows.
The river in the valley is crystal clear, like a silver ribbon, meandering through the green valley. The sun gently penetrates the mist and caresses a lonely tombstone.
[Where the treasure is, there is the heart]
Ian saw the inscriptions on the tombstone, and the elderly Principal Dumbledore next to him seemed to only dare to squat at this time. He lowered his body and gently touched his sister's name on the tombstone.
“Did you accidentally kill Ariana?”
Ian spoke after a long silence.
"Didn't you already see it?"
The principal laughed miserably, his voice full of sadness and pain.
Ian's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked silently at the old man in front of him who seemed to have suddenly aged. For the first time, he felt the greatness that people had given to Dumbledore.
“Thank you for teaching me this lesson.”
Ian bowed slightly.
"My uncle said that I was born a Legilimency. The truth may be different, but I think I am pretty good at capturing other people's emotions and thoughts."
"So, are you here? Today... I'm not really covering it up well."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing a bit of panic.
"Stop talking, child, memory will not lie!" The trembling voice was more violent and tough than before, and his face was already covered with tears.
"What I saw was just a memory, not a fact."
Ian's eyes were shaking.
“Your Legilimency is indeed much stronger than that of an old friend I know. Sometimes, this does allow you to gain insight into some secrets that should not be told.”
"Very powerful, but also dangerous."
Dumbledore stood up tremblingly and took another deep look at the tombstone in his memory. The surrounding scenes began to gradually become blurry and blurry. The world began to spin.
"I hope this secret rots in your heart forever."
Ian's ears.
Dumbledore's pleading voice sounded.
On that day.
He lost his sister.
Can't lose my only younger brother...
(End of this chapter)