Chapter 130 129: Circular truth, brother and sister meet
Grindelwald may not have deceived Dumbledore, but he must have deceived someone with a horrified look on his face, looking at him as if he was looking at something dirty Little wizard of things.
What a Grindelwald!
There is a secret contact information between Dumbledore and Dumbledore. Dumbledore has just been informed that this is Dumbledore’s school after all. The whole damn thing is just to stabilize the little wizard’s lies!
The truth in this first generation's mouth is less than the truth in Tom's mouth!
"No wonder he came to the women's room to intercept me in the middle of the night! It turns out he wanted to catch me and claim credit from Dumbledore!" Ian realized that he had been tricked by the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He couldn't figure it out.
How can a person be so cunning and cunning!
"No, this is just to give our principal a chance to be redeemed." Grindelwald refuted Ian's statement, but his words could not hide the fact that he was asking for credit.
How can this not be an invitation to take credit?
Ian bets that if Grindelwald had a tail now, that tail would be swaying very violently, and even the little Baga who led the imperial army would not have such a strong sense of hospitality!
As Ian, who knows the past of the two people and has seen that memory, the little wizard can guess the reason. After all, the two people parted ways starting with Ariana's death.
This may not only be Dumbledore's knot, but also Grindelwald's unforgettable frustration.
"What Gellert said...is it true?" Albus Dumbledore heard the conversation between Ian and Grindelwald, and his somewhat swollen eyes suddenly became extremely suspicious. got up.
"It's the Patronus Charm, Professor. I found a special way to release it." Ian said and took out the wand. He had never seen the principal's eyes dazzle before. So intense.
"I thought you had given me enough surprises...Mr. Prince." Albus Dumbledore's raised hand was trembling, which caused his phoenix to hang slightly on his arm. Unable to stand.
So, naturally, a henhouse appeared on top of Ian's head, perhaps it should be called a phoenix nest. Come to think of it, Ian didn't pull out his own phoenix egg and try again to get Fox to hatch it.
"Why do I feel like there is some secret between you two that I don't know?" Now it was Grindelwald's turn to be a little confused. His eyes went back and forth between Ian and Albus Dumble. Switch on Lido.
The brows were completely furrowed.
"It seems that you really have some big secrets that I didn't even realize." Grindelwald thoughtfully said to Ian again in a surprised tone.
"The Golden Bell Upside Down!"
Ian usually doesn't hold his anger in his heart. If he is angry, he knows how to let it go on the spot. After being tricked by Grindelwald, the little wizard raised his wand and pointed it at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor immediately.
“Tsk tsk, not only do I have secrets, but I am getting bolder and bolder.”
Although Grindelwald did not expect Ian’s sudden attack, he ducked sideways immediately. He turned on Ian's magic and commented on Ian in a joking tone.
"If I say that I was too mentally stimulated tonight, so some of my behaviors went out of control, professor, can you choose to forgive my sudden convulsions?"
Ian seemed to admit his mistake immediately.
However, even though he had put down his wand and was burying his head in self-reflection, the scene behind Grindelwald was reflected in those eyes looking at the ground - Grindelwald Just as the magic beam that dodged past was about to hit the wall, it quietly turned around and continued to aim at Grindelwald's back.
Even in order to reduce movement and sound, the magic flies as fast as a lurking assassin. Avada's lightning chain may not have been developed yet, but there are many techniques that Ian has figured out during the research process, such as the previous ejection death curse and the current turning magic.
“It’s a good little trick.”
Grindelwald is obviously not such a shady wizard. He is obviously very quiet, but he doesn’t know how he discovered the abnormality behind him and turned around suddenly Then he planned to raise his wand and annihilate Ian's magic.
However.
Just when the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's wand lit up and he was dealing with the magic calmly, something unexpected happened that neither Ian nor he expected.
“I think we shouldn’t care so much about children.”
Grindelwald’s hand was pressed down by another hand next to him, and that hand suddenly lifted up The timing was calculated just right, so Grindelwald, who had enough time, was immediately hit by magic.
Next second.
Ian's achievement of defeating the Dark Lord was achieved without warning by the first generation. Even he himself felt that it was unexpected, and his expression was quite dreamy and unbelievable.
Of course, Grindelwald is even more unbelievable. His heels seemed to be pulled violently by some force, and the whole person was hung upside down in the air in a rather awkward manner, with his robes hanging down messily.
"Albus, you...well, I should have expected it." Grindelwald kicked his legs hard into the air, and the old principal who was lying upside down in his sight was smiling. expression.
"This should be enough to relieve your anger." Albus Dumbledore looked at the young wizard not far away, "Forgive us that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really annoying sometimes. "
He could probably guess what happened between Grindelwald and Ian from the previous conversation between the two.
"I think so."
Ian had already taken out his camera, but when he was about to take a photo, he realized that this could only prove that he had defeated Gilderoy Lockhart but not Proving that he defeated the Dark Lord.
The capital he could use to brag was instantly reduced. Who would want to listen to him tell the story of defeating a famous writer? This was not a great achievement that could make the little wizards cheer around him.
I’m sure he will be secretly resented by some Lockhart fans.
“The golden bell fell to the ground.”
Ian sighed and put down the camera. He certainly didn't dare to keep Grindelwald hanging upside down. Smart people knew that Grindelwald kept hanging upside down to give Dumbledore face.
The magic wand in the opponent's hand has always been in his hand.
"It doesn't count this time. Next time you have no help, we will start again." Grindelwald landed smoothly, and he first said to Ian with a curled lip.
Immediately arranging his messy robes, he glanced at Dumbledore with a rather annoyed look, "You should know that I am the one who told you what secret this little guy hides, right?" ?”
The current professor of the Defense Against Dark Arts class sounded quite unhappy.
"But you are not the one who controls this secret. I originally planned to go to Principal Dumbledore." Ian's words made Grindelwald speechless for a moment.
The old principal remained silent.
Sometimes.
Silence actually represents acquiescence.
"Show him! Show him!" Grindelwald urged Ian, his expression looked quite dissatisfied, and this was not because of Ian's sneak attack.
Just when Ian was about to cast the spell.
"I think that child doesn't want you to be there. After all, it will bring back some not-so-good memories." Albus Dumbledore interrupted Ian's actions.
He looked at his old friend.
"Okay, okay, Dumbledore family!"
Grindelwald realized that he might as well not notify Dumbledore.
It's really hard to see the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looking so angry. I'm afraid his followers and saints have never seen him in such an emotional state.
"It is indeed the ruthless and ruthless Albus. Damn it, I didn't cast that curse." Cursing, Grindelwald walked towards the door of the toilet.
"Professor! The underground palace! The matter in the underground palace has not been dealt with yet!" Ian did not want to watch Grindelwald leave. After all, only this man could pry open Ronnie Erich's mouth.
"What underground palace?"
Albus Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly. As expected, he had received Grindelwald's message long before Ian mentioned the Hogwarts underground palace to Grindelwald.
"Just down here, I found a..." Ian said what he had said to Grindelwald again, and Albus Dumbledore's expression became more solemn as he listened.
Just when Ian was about to talk about the time loop.
The old principal spoke first.
"So that's it. Is this the source of something wrong with you?" Albus Dumbledore seemed to have figured something out and looked at Ian with a slightly surprised look.
“Tell me honestly, kid, how many times has this been your cycle?” Albus Dumbledore shocked Ian again, making the little wizard realize that some people would think that this old man was useless. I don't know why.
"I think this should be the first cycle?" In fact, Ian didn't know if he would actually perform a cycle. He found that the principal in front of him even seemed more sure than himself.
"Time cannot be seen or touched, but there are traces. The smell that you do not belong to this time is too strong." Grindelwald, who came back, finally solved Ian's confusion.
It also made Ian understand why this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't have any surprise or shock on his face after listening to his outrageous speech before - after all, they are the two greatest men of this century. As a wizard, some things are indeed difficult to escape their eyes.
I don’t believe what Grindelwald said before, you have to prove it to me. After careful reflection, it seems that the first generation is actually wasting time waiting for the old principal to come back.
Of course.
The feeling of teasing Ian by the way is getting more and more obvious with each passing year.
“…”
Ian realized it in hindsight.
I finally felt what it meant that only people with poor acting skills would go to Hollywood.
"Actually, I thought you just got a time converter, but I didn't expect your experience to be so interesting." Grindelwald's words did not comfort Ian.
"This is not just traveling through time, Gellert." Albus Dumbledore checked the back of Ian's raised hand. His research on time may indeed be richer than Grindelwald.
“What do you mean?”
Grindelwald stepped forward, his tone a bit surprised.
"I think there is no second Ian Prince in our current school." The old principal raised the Elder Wand that originally belonged to Grindelwald.
As he waved, a map more detailed than Ian's Marauder's Map appeared in front of the three people. The map woven with light and shadow not only had the names of all the little wizards.
There is even Tom Riddle's name superimposed on Quirrell's name. The two names seem to overlap. Those who don't know may think that they are engaged in an intense forbidden fruit tasting campaign.
“I want to learn this magic! Professor.”
Ian was amazed to see it.
"Of course, you will also have this magic in the future." The old principal turned to look at Ian with extremely soft eyes, and his gentle tone was somewhat full of meaning.
"Indeed not... However, it is not impossible for the consciousness of the future to return to its past body." Perhaps only Grindelwald was carefully looking at the map and thinking about the problem.
His words were recognized by Albus...Dumbledore, but after nodding, the old headmaster continued to speak as if he was reminding or seeking confirmation from Ian.
“But this is obviously not the case with our Mr. Prince. His thinking, like himself, does not belong to our time or our space.”
A Bu Si. Dumbledore's voice was a little sure.
Grindelwald heard this.
I suddenly looked at Ian in surprise.
"It's hard for me to imagine that you could be so keenly aware of so many things without checking my memory." In fact, Ian had already discovered this unusualness.
When he took out the Marauder's Map in the corridor, Ian also made sure that there was no other person like him in the school. In addition to the ring given to Ariana that still exists, the things he made and acquired in his own time after this day are still in his purse.
This is obviously extremely unusual and goes against time loops and time travel.
"Your height, kid, I have to say, you grow taller very quickly." Albus Dumbledore smiled softly, and also revealed his basic skills as the famous detective Dumbledore. Basis for judgment.
Just when Ian was about to ask what happened to him.
"If that's the case..." Grindelwald seemed to have remembered something. He raised his wand impatiently and just tapped the sink in front of him.
“Bang~”
The sink was blown open by his magic, and the pipes in it were shattered together. Amid the gushing water, the secret passage that Ian had entered before appeared before the three of them.
“Uh...”
Ian is a little uncomfortable with this kind of vandalism. He felt that Grindelwald was really making excuses, so he looked at Albus Dumbledore with a "look at him" look.
"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has realized a problem that he cannot accept, which is understandable." Albus Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald who got into it with a smile.
“Let’s go in and see our Professor Ronnie Erich who has come back from the dead.” With that said, Albus Dumbledore also took Ian into the secret passage. among. He turned around and used magic to repair the damaged entrance to the secret passage, which could be regarded as wiping the butt of his old friend.
"Are you leading the way?"
Albus Dumbledore looked at the winding downward passage ahead.
Grindelwald has disappeared.
"Okay, okay." Ian felt a little confused. He didn't expect that there would be anything in his time loop experience that Gellert Grindelwald could not accept.
At the same time that Ian lit the wand, Dumbledore also took out a small box. After opening it, the light sources inside would automatically float out one by one and hang on the wall.
"Deluminator?"
Ian was extremely surprised.
"No, this was originally the latest Christmas gift I made and planned to give you." Albus Dumbledore winked at Ian with a smile.
He was obviously well aware of Ian's night-time habits.
Everything lies in the lack of disclosure.
“Hey! But I don’t know how long I have before I can reach my Christmas.” Ian could tell that the props in Albus Dumbledore’s hands seemed to have simple functions, but among them The manufacturing principle is quite profound, which also shows that Albus Dumbledore's attainments in alchemy are indeed impressive.
"Don't worry, we will help you."
Albus Dumbledore's words seemed to have a soothing effect. As the two people went down the winding staircase, new light sources appeared one after another on the wall.
They all come from small boxes in Dumbledore's hands. They will gradually dim and disappear after a period of time, which saves the trouble of needing to recycle the light source.
Albus Dumbledore said that he was following Ian, and indeed he kept this pace, and under the leadership of Ian, he continued to approach the ancient and mysterious underground palace.
"There are indeed many secrets in Hogwarts that I have never touched or known." Albus Dumbledore's eyes would occasionally go to the forks between the stairs.
They obviously lead to other places, but Ian has not explored it yet. As the highest authority in Hogwarts, the old principal can only judge where most of the secret passages may lead. position.
"I heard that when Hogwarts was first founded, it was not just for use as a school." Ian also paid attention to the different directions he encountered along the way.
"Yes, the living environment of wizards in that era was extremely harsh. As a refuge for wizards, what we have to consider is naturally not only how to teach students and impart knowledge."
Albus Dumbledore agreed. Ian's statement.
“In fact, the existence of many secret passages has a story. And in my opinion, the Four Giants are always prepared for Hogwarts to be attacked on a large scale.”< br>
He also expressed his views on the design of Hogwarts Castle.
"War Fortress?"
Ian mused.
Albus Dumbledore was noncommittal, giving no definite response or correction. The two of them continued walking down, and the air gradually became stale.
“Hey, he runs really fast.” Ian does not need to take care of Albus Dumbledore’s legs and feet, because this hundred-year-old professor is actually in the prime of life and has good physical strength and very strong hands and feet. flexible.
However.
Although they were already rushing downwards "thump thump thump", the two of them still didn't even see the back of Grindelwald. The downward speed could be called a Hogwarts car. god.
"He is very anxious to verify something. It will definitely not look like we are walking with our legs." Albus Dumbledore is also quite familiar with the behavior of his old friend.
“He can also turn into black smoke?”
Just when Ian was thinking about how to mend his relationship with Grindelwald and learn Grindelwald’s method, the two The individual has already arrived in front of the underground corridor.
And at this moment.
In the unknown underground palace of Hogwarts, the candles that turned from blue to crimson at the beginning flashed for a moment again, as if some power flickered past that no one could sense. The surroundings are average.
There are indeed flashes of blue.
But it only lasted a moment.
Then it turned into a strange crimson again.
"Hey, what is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doing in there!" Ian trotted towards the underground palace where he was absent from class, and Albus Dumbledore who followed him was obviously trapped in the underground palace. Shocked by the dragon skeleton.
"This is really indescribable wonder!" Albus Dumbledore's eyes reflected the dragon's skeleton, and the emotions inside were not just shock and surprise.
And...a little regret disappeared in a flash.
"Just let it stay here. Its owner agrees to my use of it." Ian is not worried about Dumbledore snatching the bones. He is worried about Dumbledore giving the dragon bones to Si. Nepe custody.
The little wizard makes a bet.
This keel seems huge, but in Snape's hands, it is absolutely unknown how much he can recover. There is no guarantee that Snape will resign overnight and run away with the skeleton the next day.
“Of course there is no problem.”
Albus Dumbledore withdrew his complicated gaze. Both he and Ian looked at Professor Ronny Ehrlich, who was crawling in front of Grindelwald among the dragon bones.
"I said I will find someone who can convince you." Ian stepped forward and found that Professor Ronny Ehrlich was looking at him and Abe with extremely shocked eyes. Thinking of Dumbledore.
Of course.
Mainly watching Dumbledore.
"Sir! Him! He's here anyway!" Professor Ronny Erich seemed a little frightened. He wanted to stand up from the ground, but Grindelwald pinned him to the ground again.
"Ronnie, don't be nervous. You will eventually know the reason...if there is still a chance." Grindelwald's expression was also very complicated at this time. His words calmed the nervous Ronny Erich. This saint He just kept looking up at Albus Dumbledore but didn't ask any more questions.
"Professor, have you found the cause of his abnormality?" Ian really wants to know why Ronnie Ehrlich can only live within the scope of candlelight.
"Something."
Grindelwald took a deep look at the saint in front of him, then turned to look at Albus Dumbledore, "Albus, It seems that what you said is indeed correct."
Said.
He took off the robe worn by Ronnie Erich who was lying on the ground, and saw that there was a large area of weird lines carved on Ronnie Erich's back. They are connected together to form a concrete pattern, occupying almost half of Ronny Ehrlich's back.
Albus Dumbledore stepped forward and touched him gently.
“What is this?”
Ian also approached Ronnie Ehrlich.
"Little wizard, you are right, I should indeed be dead." Ronny Erich lay on the ground and sighed, his tone full of melancholy and heavyness.
"I've told you. If you don't believe it, Professor Grindelwald has to be the one to take action." Ian added an honorific. He was afraid that he would be arrested by Ronny Ehrlich because he didn't respect Grindelwald enough. Hurt the young face.
“I have a feeling, little guy, that you must have something to do with me being reduced to this situation.” Ronnie Ehrlich’s tone was calm, but his eyes were a bit resentful.
"Professor, your mouth is really dirty."
Ian looked away feeling guilty.
"But it doesn't matter. Compared with dying in confusion, it's good to know some truth now." Ronnie Ehrich didn't seem to be afraid of death.
He tried to tilt his head to look at Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who were studying his back. The two people getting along peacefully still made the saint feel quite incredible.
"Here, is the Eye of Horus." Grindelwald's finger pointed to a corner of the complex pattern, and he could see a pattern like an eye hidden in it.
"The Eye of Horus?" Ian's curiosity was aroused, "Isn't this the category of ancient alchemy? It has extremely important symbolic significance in history."
< br>Ian didn’t know much about what Grindelwald mentioned, because his ancient alchemy was inherited from Morgan, and the Eye of Horus was used more in an era older than Morgan.
The Eye of Horus, also known as the Eye of Ugart, is said to be the eye of the falcon-headed god Horus. It represents the blessing of the gods and the supreme monarchy. At the same time, the Eye of Horus also symbolizes With the meaning of sacrifice, healing, restoration and protection, it belongs to a magical field different from this area of the European continent.
"The technique is very ancient. In a traditional sense, it may be the foundation for Professor Ronny Erich's resurrection." Albus Dumbledore spoke softly.
Indeed.
The ancient Egyptians also believed that the Eye of Horus could play a role in their resurrection and rebirth. In the wizarding world, it was also a ritual medium for wizards to study immortality or resurrection from the dead.
"Is this thing really useful?" Ian was somewhat involved in this piece of alchemy knowledge, but he obviously didn't expect that the Eye of Horus could actually work.
He originally thought that this thing was just empty talk, just like other means of trying to resurrect the dead. After all, people everywhere, regardless of whether they are wizards or not, all desire the power to control life and death.
However.
Always.
No one succeeded.
"The facts are before our eyes." Albus Dumbledore's gaze shifted to Ronny Erich himself, who had also personally inspected the professor's body and death process.
"Why didn't Voldemort think of this method." Ian continued curiously. After all, according to Tom Riddle's character, it is impossible not to learn and collect really useful things.
"Such a ritual has not been passed down completely. And, in fact, even I think it has never been truly successful. The only few cases in history have only resurrected the living dead." Albus Deng Bullido's deep voice was still steady, "Riddle doesn't just want to be a living dead."
His answer made Ian realize something.
Perhaps noseless Voldemort never believed in foreign magic? Of course, it must be related to the lack of successful cases, otherwise Tom Riddle would definitely be searching for it crazily.
"You have also ignored the most crucial point, Albus." Grindelwald raised his head and looked at Ian, with slightly twinkling pupils in his eyes.
"Some magic requires qualifications to use it, my child. Even if you tell your Dark Lord the ritual completely, he does not have the qualifications to make the ritual successful."
Grindelwald's tone was filled with disdain and contempt for Tom Riddle.
Finished.
He pointed to a corner of Ronnie Erich's back with his finger, "Here, Albus, this is the key, and it is also one of the evidences to verify what you said before."
"It represents the interception of fate..."
Grindelwald hasn't finished speaking yet.
Albus Dumbledore raised his hand to interrupt his voice, and then said to Ian in a tone that did not allow for refutation, "Mr. Prince, could you please go to my office and wait for me?"
He seemed not to want Ian to stay here anymore.
"Huh?"
Ian felt that if he was not here, he might not be able to solve his problems. He looked at Dumbledore who suddenly spoke up and Green who was slightly speechless with some confusion. Devo.
"I will explain all the circumstances to you later. Believe me, what may happen next is not suitable for a little wizard of your age to watch up close."
"That will damage your mind."
Albus Dumbledore's tone was soft and calm.
“He knows how to kill the curse in the first grade, and he can cast it silently. You tell me he still has a mind?” Ronny Erich, who was lying on the ground, finally couldn’t hold back and asked Dumbledore. He spoke a word.
His tone was not angry.
This trait of complaining is probably something he learned from Grindelwald, or it may be that he is really unhappy with Ian in his heart. After all, he thinks that he is like this because of Ian.
Maybe, that's right.
"Besides this problem, we should have another conversation. I think my office is the most suitable. If possible, I hope you can help me clean the room."
Abu Si. Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Ronny Erich's words. He was clearly close at hand, but he turned a deaf ear and just continued to give Ian instructions and requests.
"Okay."
Seeing the old principal's firm gaze, Ian could only turn around and walk towards the stairs with a slight reluctance - he probably exercised a lot up and down today. At least a pound of meat must be lost.
Watching Ian's figure disappear into the corridor outside the underground palace.
"You don't have to do this, I won't hurt her, Albus."
Grindelwald then spoke helplessly to Albus Dumbledore.
"Just in case, it's safer to do this. After all, your reaction just now was quite big." Albus Dumbledore put on a smile again on his face.
"On your side, he may be a future that allows you to embrace family love again, but on my side, he is a greater prospect, so it is not just you who can be willing to sacrifice for this."
Grindelwald's tone was more serious than ever.
Albus Dumbledore has not responded yet.
"So, I guessed it right, sir." Ronnie Erich, who was lying on the ground, heard the conversation between the two people and finally verified the guess in his heart.
"The little wizard just now is the reason why you asked me to come here." He seemed to be the one who finally found the answer in the confusion, and his tone was as relaxed as a bit of relief.
"Ronnie, Albus and I will not really die, but you will really die, or in other words, you have already died for this." Grindelwald responded softly with a little sadness.
"It doesn't matter, sir. Now that you know the answer, it's worth it." Ronny Erich smiled happily. He glanced at Grindelwald and Dumbledore again.
“For the greater good.”
His tone was decisive. Not with the slightest fear.
"You have already killed him once here." Albus Dumbledore frowned and looked at Grindelwald. He saw from Ronnie Erich's expression I read some information that I didn’t witness.
While he and Ian were still on their way, a bloody verification occurred here.
"As Ronnie said, Albus, this is so that the little wizard can return to where he should be and do the things he must do."
Grindelwald sighed and stood up.
Seeing Albus Dumbledore's expression serious.
"How can you blame me if this is a trick done by your founder? You and I, as well as Ronnie and Ian, were all drawn into this game by that guy. .”
His eyes looked at the huge stone statues on the wall.
"You describe it very aptly."
Albus Dumbledore also looked over. The huge stone statue like a meditator was shining with an evil luster. There is no way to determine why the founders thousands of years ago created such a puzzle.
However.
One thing is certain, he and Grindelwald are very sure that Salazar Slytherin is probably an extraordinary person who can make such a game.
"This actually made me think through some issues, about the things I couldn't predict in Ronnie's death." The black robe of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor trembled slightly in the draft.
He looked back.
There was a clarity in his eyes that seemed to have seen through the puzzle.
"Is it the intervention of Salazar Slytherin who lived thousands of years ago..." In the field of prophecy, Albus Dumbledore obviously doesn't know anything that Grindelwald does.
Both have a point where their knowledge is superior to that of the other.
"No, no, no, it's not the Salazar Slytherin of thousands of years ago."
Grindelwald's tone was brisk. Apart from being eager to try and full of excitement on his face, he didn't feel any nervous at all. He was completely different from Dumbledore, whose expression became more serious.
"What do you mean?"
Dumbledore had a bad feeling in his heart.
"It means you should not let your guard down and be more serious. After all, my friend, the guy we are going to join forces to challenge now is the truly impossible miracle."
"A, still alive... millennium legend."
In the underground palace.
Grindelwald's voice echoed softly.
With a bit of sadness.
There is also undisguised excitement.
...
The pendulum of time is swinging.
After Ian left the underground palace, he was wondering what the two old men had discovered.
"It must have something to do with you, aren't you just a time loop?" Ian raised his hand and looked at the curse mark on the back of his hand. He suddenly spoke thoughtfully and suddenly.
"The mark that hides the power of time, show your true power in front of me. Prince, who made the agreement with you, orders you - the seal is lifted!"
All right.
No response.
Ian was disappointed and walked all the way to the eighth floor.
Since he did not get Dumbledore's password, Ian could only continue to kick the monster statue a few times. Fortunately, the monster statue immediately jumped open and he walked into the principal's office.
“It’s really a mess.”
Ian looked at the room, which was even messier than when he had been here several times before. Fox, who had been leaning on his head, immediately flew away from the temporary nest above Ian's head when he saw his golden branch.
“You don’t love me anymore.”
Ian pulled out a few phoenix feathers, and Fox was still swaying his long tail feathers. He looked at him with friendly eyes, not because of being Hair growing and feeling angry and annoyed.
So.
Ian took some more.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Fox, realizing something was wrong, fluttered his wings away from Ian, flew to the chandelier above his head and refused to come down, even when Ian took out the magic potion and tried to seduce him. Unmoved.
“You have such strong determination.”
Ian held up a handful of phoenix feathers with some emotion. He couldn’t understand what the phoenix above his head was saying, but he continued The constant "clang, clang, clang!" sounds don't sound like good words.
Perhaps the interaction between Ian and Phoenix disturbed the sleeping non-humans in the office.
"Oh, why are you this guy who hates cats and birds?" The Sorting Hat, who was woken up from his nap, exclaimed in a loud voice as soon as he saw Ian.
“La la la~”
Ian blurted out to the Sorting Hat, who failed to manage his language well, and showed his recent success in studying. He no longer needs to wash his hands. The Sorting Hat can be bathed in the pool.
"You evil little wizard! Dumbledore! Where is Dumbledore!" The Sorting Hat floated in mid-air, being sucked in by several streams of water and continuing to spin.
“Dumbledore is having an evil party in the underground palace.”
The little wizard was unmoved.
“Can you feel my progress?”
Ian increased the release of the water flow and the speed of hovering on the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat bubbled in the water flow. , as if an invisible drum washing machine appeared out of thin air and was operating.
"Yes! Of course it can! I was wrong! Uncle Prince! Please spare me!" The Sorting Hat didn't dare to say no. After being tossed around for a while, it was moved back dripping wet. in place.
“Really, when the juniors and girls enter school in the future, it’s best not to praise Merlin. They should praise me. I am the one who protects the hygiene and health conditions on campus!”
There may be some suspicion that Ian is bragging in this statement, but objectively speaking, it may not be untrue. The current Sorting Hat is much cleaner than it was at the beginning.
"Look, the sanitation of the principal's office has been outsourced to me." Ian waved his wand and began to tidy up the room, putting the messy books back into place.
I have to say.
Dumbledore's collection of books is really very rich. In addition to various highly professional books, there are also many magazines and periodicals, which basically publish a large number of Dumbledore's articles.
Even in the magazines published in recent years, the number of contributions from Dumbledore has continued to increase. It is hard to imagine that Ian could find Dumbledore's innovative research on magic just by flipping through it.
The gold content of these journals is almost equivalent to that of SCI in the Muggle world. Ordinary wizards may be proud to publish one article in their lifetime, but Dumbledore seems to be shipping these journals in bulk.
"Old Deng supports half of the wizarding academic world." From these magazines, Ian once again felt that Dumbledore's greatness was definitely not limited to powerful magical power.
This contribution to the development of the wizarding world is definitely one of the reasons why it is praised.
"Well, that's why the old principal is so rich." Ian looked at the dazzling collections of precious collections in the office. If he didn't have the habit of petty theft, he might not be able to help but take some of them. .
“My skin color is also wrong. Although Michael’s skin color is correct, he obviously doesn’t understand the meaning that black skin gives him.” Ian touched an ornament made of pure gold.
The cleaning work using magic continued.
On Dumbledore's bedside there was some food that had been left overnight, and he put it into an extra small bag. It was also a space bag he made, and it contained some leftovers.
With diligence and frugality engraved in his bones, Ian didn't want to waste anything. He decided to give it to Ron for free next year, so that Ron would no longer have to worry about Banban's eating problems for the rest of his life.
"You are so lucky to have a senior like me." Ian was cleaning the office noisily, and he didn't even forget to polish and wax the portraits on the wall.
This also disturbed the principals who were closing their eyes, maybe sleeping or pretending to sleep.
"What is he doing?"
"It seems to be cleaning Dumbledore's office."
"Is this little guy ready to move in? Is it too early?"< br>
"I knew Dumbledore was unreliable! He must have been imprisoned in Azkaban! Otherwise, it wouldn't be this little guy's turn to take over the principal's office."
"There is obviously Mag..."
"McGonagall must have been imprisoned too! The destination of Gryffindor should be Azkaban! Except for us Slytherins! Whoever becomes the headmaster should be arrested and locked up in Azkaban!"
......
In the end, the principal who kept making deafening roars was definitely not picking up the pot. Ian had been tricked by Slytherin, and he actually dared to preach Slytherin in front of Ian. Lytlin supreme.
"Principal, do you want to get a zombie maid in your portrait as a gift for Christmas?" Ian took out the sketch he created during the previous class.
The content will not be evaluated.
In short, all the principals on the wall dispersed when they saw it, and the principal whom he sold the zombie maid turned green in the face, and escaped from his frame a little faster than the other principals.
No one wants to run away late.
Too late, I was worried that I would be painted as a zombie maid - after all, I am a first-year wizard. A wizard of this age can do everything except OLS exam questions.
"Portraits without artistic bacteria..." Ian put away his masterpiece without interest, and then when he was a little bored, he was about to wax Dumbledore's bench.
“Ka~”
The door to the office slowly opened, and Albus Dumbledore walked in from the outside with a tired expression. Before he could put away the waxing tools, Ian asked how the situation was.
The Sorting Hat who continued to pretend to be dead jumped up from his chair.
"Dumbledore! You are finally back! It's this little wizard! He does all kinds of evil in your office and tortures me and all the principals to death!"
It is Someone who knows how to complain.
The words are fierce and the tone is sad and angry.
"He didn't, don't talk nonsense."
"Yeah, the Sorting Hat may be confused."
"Will we still see it next year?"
...
However.
Although the Sorting Hat has raised the banner of the principals, the principals do not stand on the same front with it. After all, they are all people who have lived and have high IQs.
Not like the Sorting Hat.
I am strong-headed and not afraid of settling scores in the future.
"Okay, stop making trouble." Albus Dumbledore was obviously worried. He grabbed the wet Sorting Hat and stuffed it directly into the cabinet.
Ian noticed that there was a lot of blood stains on the back of the old principal's robe.
"Hey, what did you and our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor do in the underground palace?" Ian's mind was racing with thoughts, and he had a premonition that what happened to Professor Ronny Ehrlich would not be good.
“Ronnie Ehrich is still alive.”
After closing the cabinet, the old principal turned to look at Ian, “This is the key to the problem, he seems to have immortality. No matter how he died, he could not be resurrected again.”
Such remarks really made Ian feel extremely scared to think about it. The little wizard seemed to be able to figure out that the two old men tried many ways to kill Ronnie Erich in the underground palace.
This is really an evil party!
"So, what does this mean?" Ian did not dare to use his imagination too much. What he was most concerned about at the moment was whether the two otherworldly wizards had found any useful information.
"It shows that he does not really exist, and his current "survival" state is not real." Albus Dumbledore stood in front of the cabinet and did not beat around the bush.
He explained directly to the little wizard, "Ronnie Erich's memory stayed at the time when he just received a letter from our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Of course, the letter he received That the letter was a forgery is not important at the moment. We will only talk about the last part of his memory. The time point of stay. "
"At this time, Ronnie Erich had not been attacked or died, but it was at this moment that he was taken to Hogwarts. "In the underground palace."
Ian did not fully understand what Albus Dumbledore said.
"But we saw his body?"
Ian frowned. Not only that, when he entered the mysterious underground palace for the first time, he didn't see the figure of Ronnie Erich hidden inside at all.
Albus Dumbledore nodded and continued to explain, "Yes, the corpse we saw is the real Ronnie Erich."
< br>His increasingly confusing answers almost turned the little wizard into beady eyes.
"What is he in the underground palace? A replica? A clone?" Ian could only use his imagination as much as possible to connect the weird Ronnie Erich with biological alchemy. some relationships.
"It is an intercepted destiny, child. It will neither have a past nor give birth to a future, neither life nor death. When Ronny Ehrlich read the letter, it was not himself that was taken away. It's a destiny that depends on itself." Albus Dumbledore sighed softly.
He walked back to his long table, made tea, and took out three cups.
“Is this why Ronnie Ehrlich can’t get out of the underground palace? He is not a real person and can only continue to exist under a certain environment?”
Ian's eyes widened in astonishment. He felt that Dumbledore's words made his hair stand on end, just like the smell of souls being harvested without anyone noticing in those weird stories.
“I think you must have looked at his memory. What his memory shows is the diversity of possibilities of fate. Countless possibilities have converged and collapsed into the Ronnie Ehrlich we see now. On his body." Albus Dumbledore apparently also checked the poor saint's memory and found traces of Ian's magic in it.
"Why did Salazar Slytherin do such a thing, and what is his purpose?" Ian scratched his head, really not figuring out what the founder's legacy was.
“Maybe it’s to show off his achievements, after all, he has stepped into the realm of God, or maybe he is conducting some kind of experiment he wants to conduct, and we are all his experiments.”
"Of course, this is just the opinion of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"I still have enough respect for our founder, he may want to teach you something in this way ." Albus Dumbledore's tone was uncertain.
This great white wizard is indeed not omniscient or omnipotent.
"There doesn't seem to be any special connection between Professor Ronny Erich's situation and what happened to me?" Ian raised his hand and looked at the curse rune on the back of his hand.
The Ouroboros' mark is still sensitive and flickering, like breathing.
“No, your experience is deeply related to him. In other words, it is precisely because of the existence of Ronnie Ehrlich that you and I are talking here at this moment.”
Albus Dumbledore walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his face, and used magic to clean up the blood stains on the back of his robe.
"Ian, can you tell me what you did after watching the quarrel between Aberforth and I at this time?" Albus Dumbledore's sudden question made Ian En is a little embarrassed.
There's something embarrassing about being caught eating melon by the melon owner.
“I saw the fight between the Weasley brothers and Peeves, as well as the conflict between Professor Quilos Snape, and then I was captured by Professor Snape and became a cleaner. "
"It was because of Professor Snape's malice that I accidentally entered the underground palace. After leaving the underground palace, I discovered this mark on my hand. "
“I didn’t pay attention at the time and continued to clean the toilet. It wasn’t until the morning that I learned from the knocker on the door of our Ravenclaw lounge that it belonged to Slytherin.”
"It said that I was chosen by Slytherin or something, and it also told me that Slytherin has been studying some advanced magic." Ian told his entire experience in detail.
certainly.
It’s not without some embellishing, but it doesn’t affect the description of things.
“A strange combination of circumstances?”
After Albus Dumbledore finished wiping his face, he turned to look at Ian with a very intriguing look, but he did not delve into it. problems in this regard.
"I will go to your door knocker to find out the situation. It is right. This is indeed a kind of profound magic, an area that should not be touched by our wizards."
Albus Dumbledore's tone was filled with emotion.
"I think you are talking about more than just a time loop?" Ian looked at Dumbledore who was starting to fix his hair in front of him. This was the first time that Dumbledore paid so much attention to his appearance.
"Yes, Mr. Prince, very keen insight." Albus Dumbledore walked back to the hall, sat at the desk and put on his glasses again.
"As I just said, our encounter at this moment is not what should happen. It is also just a possibility of fate."
Abu Thoughts: Dumbledore is peaceful and powerful.
The sound is not too loud.
But it caused a turbulent wave in Ian's heart.
"You mean..."
Ian guessed what Albus Dumbledore wanted to express, but he had a hard time believing what he was thinking. This is even more bizarre than a time loop.
"Yes, kid, that's what you think. Professor Ronny Ehrlich's situation is what all of us are in at this moment except you."
Albus Dumbledore's voice was still calm, "Not only does he belong to an intercepted destiny, but everything you are experiencing now is just an intercepted destiny."
"Of course, we compare. Professor Ronny Ehrlich is better. We are possibilities that have never happened, while Professor Ronny Ehrlich belongs to himself. All the exhausted possibilities are gathered together.”
“He exists as the foundation for maintaining this... secret realm. We don’t know how this magic works, but he must be the one who escapes. The key to returning to the determined future." Albus Dumbledore calmly stated the truth that should not have been accepted by him.
“This is too outrageous!”
Ian could not imagine how out of touch with such magic. He raised his hand and looked at the curse mark on the back of his hand, “So I’m not actually experiencing a time loop?”
The little wizard's doubts made Albus Dumbledore shake his head.
“It’s fate, and it’s also time.”
“You will indeed experience a time loop, but what you experience is not the real past for you, but only those who were in the right time. Various possibilities where time is not anchored.”
“It has a limit. Judging from the Christmas you have been talking about, it is exactly forty-nine days from today, our founding. People have converged on a fate that has never happened in forty-nine days."
"So, if you want to break the situation, in my opinion, you need to let the right time flow again, our Defense Against Dark Arts class. The professor believes that we still need to find a way to really kill Professor Ronny Erich. If we destroy the core of this secret realm, the secret realm will naturally collapse."
Every time Albus Dumbledore spoke at this time, it would deeply shock Ian's trembling heart, but he, who should have been more emotional, remained as calm as ever.
The same goes for Grindelwald.
It’s hard to imagine two people in the underground palace, discussing how to kill everyone including themselves - after all, if Ian breaks out, everything here will disappear. All this time The cycle will be as if it never happened.
In the earthly world.
Of course they are still them.
But here, they will all become silent again as the part that is not anchored by fate, that is, the so-called possibility that has been abandoned by history.
"This is more terrifying than simply playing with time... Principal Dumbledore, I am not questioning your judgment, but is it really not that you have been deceived by Slytherin?"
< br>Ian swallowed. He had never experienced anything like this in his life or his previous life, and he had never encountered ruthless people like Grindelwald and Dumbledore.
"You can't be wrong, kid. The situation that really makes me sure of this is exactly what our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor told me about the scene he saw in the corridor." Albus Dumbledore poured tea into all three cups, and a puff of white steam rose from the hot black tea.
"I drew on the principles of the Resurrection Stone, and then with the help of the Patronus Charm." At this time, Ian could not care less about what Grindelwald said about keeping secrets from Dumbledore.
Say it again.
When he completed the Patronus Charm, there was no longer any need to keep this secret.
"Ian, I believe that you have talents and powers that we can't imagine. However, even though I don't know your secrets, I still understand the world I have lived in for more than a hundred years."< br>
“The distance between life and death is too far, even if you use the help of the Patronus Charm , It is too reluctant to carry a soul from the other side to have fun in the corridor for so long."
"Your magic is too weak to last for that long." Albus Deng. Bullido patiently answered Ian's questions. He was probably one of the few people who could criticize Ian for not having enough magic power.
"Is this the evidence you said?"
Ian seemed to realize something.
As expected.
"Yes, you can only do this so easily unless the place we are in at this time is not really on earth, but is located very close to the side of death."
Albus Dumbledore's tone was understated. He seemed to be fully prepared and looked at the elder wand looming in Ian's robe.
Ian understood instantly.
“Invoke God to protect you!”
Warm and hazy, the shining mist rises from the wand, and countless silver threads are woven in the air. At first, it is just a blur like a straw man. figure.
Nothing more.
With the continuous input of Ian's magic power, the clarity of the figure began to improve continuously, and the fineness of the face and body shape were also crazy and plump.
The atmosphere in the office is quite quiet.
Albus Dumbledore even held his breath. His expression was no longer as calm and calm as before, and the light bursting out of his eyes was unprecedentedly bright.
"How I hope I don't wake up from this dream."
Albus Dumbledore's lips and voice were trembling extremely hard.
When he saw the figure that was exactly the same as in his memory, as if time had not left many traces on it, the old professor who had been talking eloquently before was already in tears.
"Ian? It's already been two days over there. Isn't your Christmas over yet?" The first thing the girl saw after opening her eyes was Ian who was still digesting the information just now.
"So, isn't there a gift box for me to get into?" She looked left and right, and then she saw Albus Dumbledore standing up excitedly, his lips trembling but unable to make any sound.
In the beginning.
The girl's expression was still slightly confused. However, she seemed to soon see her very familiar shadow on that unusually neat but old face.
"Brother Albus?"
The girl floated in the direction of Albus Dumbledore.
I never thought that this professor, who was not afraid to face his own death calmly, quickly stepped back subconsciously. He even tripped on the wooden legs of the chair and almost fell.
Fortunately, Ariana helped the staggering Albus Dumbledore in time.
"Arry...Anna..."
Albus Dumbledore's voice seemed to suddenly become extremely dry, and he raised his trembling hands as if in disbelief. Touched Ariana's still childish face.
"It's me, brother Albus." Ariana also raised her hand to wipe away the tears that kept flowing by Albus Dumbledore. She touched the ravines left by the years on Albus Dumbledore's face.
"Brother Albus, life must have made you suffer a lot." Ariana took the initiative to hug Albus Dumbledore, and the blame that had always worried Albus Dumbledore did not appear. .
His body was shaking.
He raised his hand cautiously, but did not dare to respond to the other person's hug, or the guilt, uneasiness, regret, and many other emotions that emerged in his heart made him embarrassed to enjoy the warmth of this moment.
"You have spent your whole life atonement, Professor." Ian did not think of Dumbledore that way, he was just saying what Albus Dumbledore might need to hear at this time.
"I want to say that compared to Slytherin, Ian, your magic is the real... miracle." Albus Dumbledore looked at Ian's face and burst into tears again.
He couldn't imagine the meaning behind Ian's patronus curse.
However.
At this moment.
After seeing Ariana again and realizing that he could still touch her, the fire in Albus Dumbledore's eyes was more intense and powerful than ever before.
He became more aware of what he had to do.
“You have to get out of here! Ian Prince, even if Salazar Slytherin wants to trap you, I will definitely send you back to the place you should be back to! "
"No one can stop this! Not even the Millennium Legend!"
The old professor's voice is still a little dry and hoarse.
But extremely determined.
[ps: High tower, next chapter, big, high, here, not, transformed into emptiness]
(End of this chapter)