Chapter 141 140: Phoenix and the Invisible Shadow
Dark green light illuminated the entire room.
The magic symbolizing death is stirring.
Two powerful strands of magic intertwined and tore in the air, forming a short and dazzling energy vortex, tearing the surrounding air into pieces and making a sharp whistling sound. The light in the underground room became extremely distorted at this moment, and it seemed that one could hear the wails of many souls who died under the Death Curse.
Faced with Voldemort who suddenly resurrected for unknown reasons and regained his magic power under the nourishment of the Philosopher's Stone. Even if his strength has not returned to its heyday, it is definitely far superior to other wizards. Ian chose to face him head-on. Edge, controlling the same majestic magic power in his body, competed and competed with Voldemort.
The little wizard knew that the balance of victory would only tilt to his side.
There are many possibilities in destiny, but there is absolutely no possibility that he will lose at the hands of Voldemort - this is the confidence that a wizard should have when he picks up the wand.
Of course.
To be on the safe side, Ian used Voldemort's family members to debuff Voldemort in advance, so that the "wizard genes" in Voldemort's body were constantly suppressed, attenuated and silenced by the medicine.
"To be honest, I have wanted to give it a try for a long time... The so-called Dark Lord Voldemort has a certain gold content under his fame." Ian's voice was filled with excitement.
The seemingly dangerous scene did not make him timid at all.
"You little thing, don't you know that no wizard in this world can call me by my name?" Voldemort's voice was cold and he increased the magic output of the wand.
Although he was affected by Ian's potion and the activity of magic power in his body was constantly declining, after all, he had experienced hundreds of battles, and he quickly stabilized his mind and showed a fierce look.
The self-confidence developed over the years convinced Voldemort that except for Dumbledore who might be able to stop him, all other wizards would eventually die under his magic.
The history of the past years is proof of that. As long as this strange little wizard is killed, he will certainly have enough time to deal with the problems caused by certain medicines on his body.
"I will make a tombstone for you, and then engrave your last words on your tombstone." Ian stared at the figure not far away that made countless wizards frightened.
He clenched the wand in his hand. The wand seemed to be an extension of him, connected with his mind. All the magic power he poured into the wand was blooming with maximum efficiency.
"Sharp-tongued guy, you can't be a real wizard at all. At your age, no wizard can have such powerful magic power as you."
"I can't. , Dumbledore can't do it either, and I think the same goes for ancient Merlin... In this situation, have you never doubted why you are so special?”
Voldemort shook his wand in an extremely exaggerated manner. He felt the pressure from the opposite side, so he began to try to use psychology. Knowledge overwhelms the little wizard's psychological defenses.
"In the world of wizards, no anomaly is a coincidence, and no gift comes without a price. I think you have never thought about the price hidden behind your own talent."
I have to say.
Voldemort's brain felt better after his resurrection.
What a pity.
Ian walked step by step, and he remembered every step he took. There was no gift or no gift at all. He relied entirely on his own efforts and hundreds of millions of external supports.
"I hate nonsense people like you! If you can't do it yourself, you can't tell others! After so many years, you haven't thought about why you have been chased by Dumbledore?"
"Reflect on it Ah! You didn't work as hard as I did!" Ian didn't think Voldemort could answer his questions about the system, and he had no emotions about Voldemort's schemes.
“Submit to me, I can really tell you why. Although you have sabotaged my actions many times, I am a person who cherishes talents. Even if I hate you extremely in my heart, I am willing to give you something. You have one chance..." Voldemort still wanted to continue to bewitch Ian, but he discovered that his magic power was decaying faster than he imagined.
Green light and green light intertwined into a complex pattern in the air, as if two forces were fighting for the dominance of this space, and the territory that belonged to him was constantly being eroded.
“I can share with you the knowledge that Dumbledore did not want to share with you, the knowledge that he hid away, allowing only his great power, and you can even learn the secrets of immortality.”
"I am such a generous person. If you stand by my side, I can forget all the things you have done before." Voldemort increased the weight of his efforts to seduce Ian.
Don’t worry about whether he was deceiving Ian, at least his tone sounded sincere. If it weren't for the fact that the murderous intention in his magic that collided with Ian's increased... well, Ian still wouldn't believe it.
"I still overestimated your brain." Faced with Voldemort's solicitation, Ian had no ups and downs in his heart. Which of the books hidden by Dumbledore could he not read whenever he wanted?
What’s the point of eternal life... A lingering Horcrux deserves to be called eternal life?
"I suggest you listen to how the villain from sixty years ago swayed others, and don't just draw the big picture." Ian's tone was filled with undisguised disdain.
Indeed.
Grindelwald's speech sounded impressive as soon as he heard it, and it was in his interest that Grindelwald really gave up the score. When compared with the second-generation Dark Lord in front of him, the gap is particularly obvious.
No benefits will be given.
Opening your mouth means dreams, rights, and future status.
Smart people will know that it is fake as soon as they hear it. To be honest, this kind of old-fashioned pua routine may not even fool the two good roommates in his dormitory.
The so-called loyalty of his subordinates depends entirely on the threat of death. What if one of his subordinates is still loyal after being imprisoned, while the other one has all the Death Eaters scattered?
"Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice." After being scolded, Voldemort's expression suddenly became angry, but his tone was still cold and calm.
The flesh and blood on the Dark Lord's face began to shrink and melt. It was unknown what kind of black magic he was using, which caused the magic power output from his wand to suddenly increase many times.
Seeing the other party's death curse pressing towards his side, Ian's face did not show much worry.
“It was you who made the wrong choice, not me. It seems that you haven’t realized that from the moment you stepped into Hogwarts, your ending was actually doomed.”
His hand holding the wand just shook slightly, and the next moment, the Death Curse in the air and Voldemort's curse split into more than ten branches, as if he had received some order.
As if they had been given life, and as if they had been equipped with navigation, they suddenly spread out in the air and turned into more than ten small dark green beams of light that flew towards Voldemort from different angles.
"Damn it! It's this trick again!"
This sudden change caught Voldemort by surprise. He had seen Ian's weird magic in the tunnels of Hogwarts, but now he didn't expect that Ian's weirdness would reach a new level
"You can't have such a powerful soul and control!"< br>
Voldemort did not dare to be careless about the tiny dark green beam of light. After all, no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still a death curse. If it touched it, it would die. Even the Dark Lord could not escape this rule-like power.
See the magic coming.
Voldemort immediately smashed his wand, forcibly breaking the stalemate between himself and Ian. The whole person disappeared before being hit by several small and thick death curses. .
The deceit of magic.
Performed at the hands of Voldemort.
He appeared quietly behind Ian, and then raised his hand to make a sneak attack, but found that blue flames suddenly burned on the ground and rushed towards him fiercely.
Hot, deadly magic swept through, forcing Voldemort to disappear again. However, this time he did not appear for several seconds.
Ian looked around.
He did not have the observation skills of Grindelwald, nor could he sense the existence of Voldemort. The only thing that was certain was that Voldemort was definitely still in this room.
“Shadowless Storm!”
Ian can't find Voldemort, but he knows what to do - as Ian's spell reaches unprecedented intensity, the entire underground room seems to be torn apart by an invisible force.
His magic is no longer a simple beam or explosion, but turned into countless invisible sharp blades, like blades in the wind, occupying the entire room silently but extremely sharp.
These sharp blades swim through the air, cutting through anything that stands in their way. The stone pillars, tables, chairs, and even the solid stone walls in the room were all shattered by the cutting of these sharp blades.
No inch of space has been spared.
The air is filled with acrid smoke and fluctuations of magical energy. As the saying goes, wealth covers firepower, and Ian fully demonstrated what it means to be so powerful that there is no need to consider which direction the threat comes from.
"You damn magical creature! The product of biological alchemy!" Voldemort was forced out of his hiding place. There were invisible shields around his body to protect him from the sharp blade.
Of course.
Because Ian's magic was released too quickly, Voldemort's face and body had scars of varying degrees, which may be the reason for his rage.
"So you think I am a product of biological alchemy?" Ian realized what Voldemort was going to say to him before. He sneered and raised the wand in his hand again.
Voldemort's expression suddenly became tense, and he chose to cast a spell on Ian preemptively.
"Flesh and blood peeling off!"
It is an extremely vicious black magic.
The increasingly silent magic in his body made Voldemort afraid to confront Ian again. He realized that what Ian threw at his body was more difficult than he imagined. There was an invisible force that penetrated deeply into his body, suppressing his magic power more and more fiercely with irresistible momentum.
"All curses end!"
Ian flicked his wand.
Voldemort's magic disappeared into the air - he learned a version improved by Dumbledore, and even Slytherin's magic involving time and destiny could be destroyed.
Black magic is not a problem.
“Be my nourishment again!”
Ian waved his wand vigorously, and the fierce fire on the ground instantly transformed into the deep red color represented by [Fire Journey], which can burn The fire of the soul beat dangerously.
Voldemort, who had already studied the soul deeply, immediately became alert.
"Damn guy! Where did you learn these things!" Voldemort was shocked. He wanted to continue casting spells, but he realized that the situation inside his body was getting worse.
The magic power used to perform magic seemed to be completely silent, no longer having any activity at all, like stagnant water, and like those squibs that disgusted him.
The decline of magic.
Let Voldemort begin to be tired of dealing with the sharp blades in space.
His black robe had been ignited by the flames, giving off a pungent burnt smell. He tried to continue to use his shield to resist the attacks from all around, but the increasingly difficult magic he could mobilize was causing him to decline again.
The shield kept making crackling sounds, as if it might collapse at any moment.
"As you said, maybe it's the magic that Dumbledore doesn't want to teach you?" Ian also started to play psychology, making Voldemort even more angry.
"Dumbledore is just a guy who was fooled around by me! Damn bastard! You and Dumbledore will eventually taste the consequences of being my enemy!"
"I I didn’t lose to you! I lost to that damn thing you threw out. Son! We will meet again one day! At that time, I will settle the score with you again!"
Voldemort had already realized that he had been tricked by Ian, and he saw that his magic shield was gone. Being weakened, he quickly cursed through gritted teeth and tried to run away.
I saw.
Voldemort turned into black smoke and rushed towards the ceiling.
"You have to run away early, but unfortunately, you can't run away when I come in." Voldemort was puzzled by Ian's words, and the bad feeling in his heart made him rush upward crazily.
"Look, you are just delaying death..." Ian gently turned his wand, and immediately, Voldemort, who was filled with black smoke into the ceiling, suddenly stopped moving.
His body turned into black smoke.
Has a different color.
“Bang!”
As if the control of his body was taken away, Voldemort fell from the sky. His magic could no longer be maintained, and he turned back into a scarred human body. .
“No!”
I haven’t gotten up yet.
A series of sharp thorns shot out from Voldemort's body, not only making him unable to move the hand holding the wand, but also making his whole body seem to be nailed to the ground.
"What did you do to me!"
Voldemort's eyes were red, and he roared and raised his head.
"How about a little transfiguration shock, not bad." Ian looked at the Mirror of Erised for a moment, then turned to the miserable Voldemort and said.
"I told you just now, victory will only be on my side. I don't like to lie." Ian's wand shook slightly, and the sharp thorns that came out of Voldemort's body suddenly turned into off the chain.
They emerged from Voldemort's flesh and blood, and locked Voldemort's hands, feet, and head, allowing Ian to choose to strangle Voldemort directly and cut him into pieces at any time.
"This can't be transfiguration! It violates Gamp's basic transfiguration rules!" Voldemort gasped with blood-red eyes, his voice full of disbelief.
"Look, I said you didn't learn anything real at Hogwarts. You must have never taken Professor McGonagall's class. She personally told me the truth that wizards are gods."
"We are all gods, so what rules do we have to talk about? It is the limitations of thinking that constrain you, Tom!" Surrounded by crimson flames, Ian walked step by step towards Voldemort who was nailed in the center of the room. . Voldemort's wand had turned to ashes in the fire, and it was unclear whether it was Quirrell's original wand.
“What magic is this?”
Voldemort suddenly seemed to calm down.
"It's my own magic...my journey." Every step Ian took was like stepping on a carpet woven by flames, but he didn't feel the heat or be affected by the flames at all.
"Do you think that by defeating and killing me, you can become a hero? Dumbledore will not let you go...and I am the one who can truly understand you!"
Voldemort tried to hold his head up and looked at Ian.
“I don’t think you understand.”
Ian curled his lips.
"You are just an alchemical weapon with false memories created by Dumbledore. When you are no longer useful, our principal will destroy you."
Very much. Obviously.
Voldemort's misunderstanding of Ian continues. He seemed to have realized that the situation was over, and his previous hysteria and mad rage were completely gone.
"You are the biological weapon, and your whole family is a biological weapon." Ian gave Voldemort a big slap in the face, denting half of Voldemort's face.
This guy obviously sacrificed a lot of flesh and blood when he forcibly increased the magic strength before.
"I have to say, if you wanted to step on me and get the upper hand, you did it... using some intrigues." Voldemort suppressed his anger and continued to speak in a hoarse voice.
"If you are ambitious, as long as you don't kill me, I can assist you and make you a new generation of Dark Lord... I think I will enjoy such an achievement."
" After all, I'm not young anymore, it's time to find a successor." Voldemort was of course lying, he was just trying to save the life he had finally regained.
Nothing more.
This way of seducing people is indeed somewhat unique.
“??????”
Ian felt that Voldemort probably regarded the Dark Lord as a very honorable title.
"Your brain is indeed different from that of normal people. Why do you think I would aspire to be some kind of Dark Lord? Don't you know that I hate it when others are afraid of me?"
He gave Voldemort another big slap.
Voldemort's face suddenly became symmetrical.
"If you want to be like Dumbledore, I can help you. Of course you deserve flowers and applause, and become the White Devil bathed in the sun." I didn't expect Voldemort to be so tolerant. , his eyes were obviously full of anger, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to negotiate with Ian.
I can only say.
The pattern of thinking determines that the temptation this guy can offer is indeed cheap.
"Dear senior... you seem to have made no progress at all after living for so many years." Ian kicked Voldemort over, who forcibly raised his upper body and was almost eye level with him.
"Dark Lord? White Devil? What kind of narrow-minded ideal is this? It's simply too evil! I'd like to kick you and you'll dirty my feet, which will affect my ambitions for the future." Ian looked down at the man lying on the ground again. Voldemort, he controlled the chains emerging from Voldemort's body to tighten a little.
“Speaking of evil, your magic is much more evil than mine. You treat other wizards as food... Tell me, do you think our White Devil can tolerate magic like yours existing in the world? "
"He can't even tolerate me learning some black magic." Voldemort's knowledge and eyesight are not weak. He looked at the large sea of fire around him with a somewhat mocking tone.
"You will definitely die, and you will die worse than me, and you will not have the chance to come back like me. You may even be regarded by him as a dark creature that needs to be solved by him. To continue to establish his greatness." Voldemort's tone was filled with conviction, and his eyes were not only filled with resentment but also a sense of schadenfreude.
"If you are about to die, just say less." Ian used transfiguration to create a pistol. He planned to let Voldemort die on the Muggle weapon that this guy despised the most - how should I put it? In Voldemort's view, this method of killing was indeed humiliating, and a bit of sullenness appeared on Voldemort's face.
"I will come back! When the time comes, I hope I can still see you, instead of just digging up your grave, spitting on your ashes, and laughing at you for becoming another glorious deed of the great white wizard Dumbledore!" Voldemort He sneered and lowered his head, as if waiting for death to come again.
"It's a pity that your family has no graves to dig." Ian pointed the pistol at Voldemort's forehead, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
“Da da da~ da da da~ da da da~”
A small pistol.
Not just blue light.
The speed of dozens of revolutions per second was even more crazy - soon, Voldemort's body was lying mutilated on the ground, and only a small number of corpses could be found among the large number of warheads.
“Huh~”
Ian blew on the muzzle of his gun.
“This thing is really easy to use.”
He removed the magic power that maintained the modified pistol.
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Seeing that the Mirror of Erised was in front of him, Ian, who had always been curious and in need of it, did not go up to it immediately. Instead, he held the wand and waited in front of Voldemort's body.
Time passes minute by minute.
Maybe I couldn’t bear it anymore.
"What a cunning guy..." Streams of black mist rose from the corpse with a vicious tone. They gathered together and crashed into Ian without hesitation.
"Whoever kills me! Will eventually become the same as me..."
Seeing that he has no way out, Voldemort's soul wants to use his own soul as his own. The price is to impose an irreversible curse on Ian.
However.
“Just waiting for you!”
The burning crimson flames around Ian blocked his way, establishing a barrier between his and Voldemort's souls that could burn the souls into nourishment.
This is called being a teacher.
It wasn't that he insisted on burning Voldemort for nourishment, it was Voldemort himself who bumped into him to provide warmth. The young wizard's plan was very good, and he even thought about how to explain it to Dumbledore afterwards.
Nothing more.
Sometimes plans are really inferior to changes.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
With Ian's somewhat unbelievable cry, the space in front of him fluctuated, and a black figure suddenly shot out from the twisted space like a sharp arrow.
It ignored the fire barrier set up by Ian and rushed outside without any damage. It opened its sharp mouth directly, and a terrible suction force seemed to appear in the mouthparts.
The remnant soul of Voldemort originally planned to put down his dignity, turn a corner, revoke the curse that he failed to complete, and try to escape. Unexpectedly, he was sucked into the mouth of the black figure as soon as the thought came up.
“What the hell is that again!!!”
Voldemort's remnant soul only had time to leave his last scream in the world.
Soon.
He was completely swallowed by the "Phoenix" that suddenly appeared - probably digesting Voldemort's soul, and the black Phoenix's body burned with purple flames.
“Nah!”
Ian, who realized something was wrong and canceled the sea of fire in front of him, only had time to see the black phoenix swallowing. He could feel the connection between himself and the phoenix. a close and indescribable connection.
only.
"I finally defeated the monster! The soul that fell out should be mine! It is my trophy!" Ian jumped up and grabbed the black phoenix.
He tried to open the mouthparts of Black Phoenix and put his hand in to take out Voldemort's soul - however, Black Phoenix's mouth was tightly closed and he could not open it no matter how hard he tried.
"As promised! The phoenix will only come out to help me when I need it most! Why are you trying to steal food from me!" Ian's hand was not burned by the deep purple flames of the black phoenix. But he obviously couldn't do anything about the sudden appearance of the bird. Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't pry the other person's mouth away.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
The phoenix tilted its head and stared at its master, its mouth still closed, but it still made a sound, but the sound in its throat was quite penetrating and weird.
“What a Soul Palace Phoenix!”
Ian looked like he was not thinking clearly when he picked up the first place phoenix, but he shook it upside down and refused to give up. Still couldn't shake out Voldemort's soul.
“Give me back my magic power!”
The little wizard felt that his work had been wasted, and his tone was dissatisfied.
"Gah?"
Finally.
The phoenix no longer makes that scalp-numbing cry, but this sound does not sound like the crisp cry that a phoenix should have. It may have understood what Ian said. .
The flames on its body became a little more intense.
Just a moment later, when the ignited purple flame gradually faded away, Ian felt that some kind of power was being transmitted to him along the link between himself and the Phoenix.
He began to feel hot all over.
There is a feeling that flesh and blood are burning.
“Holy shit! It’s glowing!”
Ian raised his arm and found that his skin not only looked like cooked shrimp, but also had some kind of golden lines. It flickers faintly under the skin.
The body is getting hotter and hotter.
Like being gently caressed by the rising sun, it is a kind of heat radiating from the inside out. It is neither the burning heat of a fever nor a simple increase in body temperature, but a sign of vitality and energy boiling in the body. Ian could clearly feel that every cell in his body was cheering for joy.
The magic is also boiling and growing. .
“What is going on!”
Ian was shocked to find that his magic power began to grow again. It was not just a simple growth, but it was like an invisible barrier that allowed him to move without any hindrance. Was broken open.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
Phoenix's response was completely incomprehensible. The little wizard lifted up the clothes under his robe and found that the golden lines were almost all over his body.
“This is a kind of magic text!”
Realizing the problem, Ian immediately ran to the Mirror of Erised - this magic mirror can not only express what is in the heart, but also Acts as a normal mirror allowing the person looking in the mirror to see their entire body.
“Another unrecorded magic text!” Ian seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and every beat was like the beating of a war drum, stirring every corner of his body.
He took off all the clothes on his upper body, ignored other things shown in the Mirror of Erised, and just focused on the faint lines on the surface of his body.
These magic words are like ancient spells, outlined with golden lines, shining with mysterious light. They are not only words but also symbols of power.
It is also the product of magic that resonates deep in Ian’s soul. However, Ian failed to discern the meaning contained in it. He only felt that it had a rhythm similar to the death runes on the Deathly Hallows.
“What did you pull into my body?”
Ian was very confused about this unknown change that he couldn’t find any clue about, and he grabbed the one again The black phoenix who consciously ran to and stood on his shoulder asked loudly.
“Jiejiejiejiejie~”
Black Phoenix seemed to be responding, but it was the same as saying nothing. Not to mention that Ian has never learned the language of Phoenix, even those who are experts in Phoenix language may not understand what this thing is saying.
"Are you really a phoenix..."
Ian was speechless.
He quickly looked at the golden lines that were flashing more and more frequently in the Mirror of Erised. Just when he was about to take out his wand and see if he could peel it away from his body.
"Don't be nervous, kid."
Albus Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded - Ian turned around suddenly, but found that the sound did not come from the door, but from a wall in the room.
“Kakakaka~”
There is an abnormal sound.
First, a piece of masonry located in the corner of the room trembled slightly, and then, it began to rotate clockwise in a slow but firm rhythm. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding masonry seemed to have received some kind of signal and began to follow suit. They rotated in an intricate but orderly pattern.
As if driven by some ancient and powerful magic, every rotation of the masonry was accompanied by a slight friction sound. After it was completely twisted, a dark room hidden behind the wall was revealed.
The darkroom is dimly lit, but extremely neat.
There are some magical artifacts and books that seem to be ancient. In the center of the dark room, a huge stone table stood quietly, engraved with complex runes and patterns, emitting a faint light. A familiar figure slowly stood up - Albus Dumbledore.
The scheming old principal.
"Why are you here!?"
Ian's eyes widened in shock.
He was really confused.
Albus Dumbledore, who was supposed to be dealing with the Quirrell incident in the basement, was actually sitting in the darkroom with another guy who looked older.
And they had obviously been sitting there for a long time. There were many tea sets on the stone table, and the runes on them were "heating" means to keep the black tea warm at all times.
In addition, the small desserts were actually placed on the stone table, and a lot of them were eaten. Presumably the two old guys witnessed the entire battle between Ian and Voldemort from beginning to end. .
“Of course, to make sure nothing goes wrong.”
Albus Dumbledore responded with a smile.
"Is this what you said about no danger?" Looking at the smiling principal in stunned silence, Ian finally understood what the "no danger" on the note meant.
"The breathtaking battle was beyond my expectation and gave me no chance to help." Albus Dumbledore gave Ian a thumbs up.
The other older guy, Nick Flamel, who Ian had only seen photos of in books, did not say a word, his suspicious eyes always stayed on Ian's shoulders. On the Phoenix.
"It has no soul, Dumbledore, this is not a normal phoenix..." Nick Flamel reminded Albus Dumbledore in a low voice that only two people could hear.
"Yeah."
Albus Dumbledore just flashed his eyes, patted Nick Flamel's hand with his hand, and without changing his expression, stood up and walked out of the dark room.
"Principal Dumbledore, please help me find out what's wrong with me!" Ian was really nervous. The magic text stripping technique he had always used so skillfully didn't have any effect.
"It's no problem, Ian. This is not a bad thing, but a good thing that many people want." Albus Dumbledore walked up to Ian.
The expression was slightly complicated and the tone was a bit sad.
"I bet a million Galleons that this phoenix is wrong... Why does it look so familiar to me? I must have seen this weird thing somewhere."
Nick. Flamel also came closer. He wanted to touch Black Phoenix with his hand, but Black Phoenix's blood-red eyes turned to him, which immediately caused a strong palpitation in his heart.
As a prophet, his ability told him that it would be dangerous if he tried to touch it.
“Isn’t it a bad thing?”
Ian doesn’t have the time to care about his Phoenix now.
He looked at Albus Dumbledore doubtfully.
"Yes, it is actually your future path. Maybe you will be more familiar with its official name after reading relevant books." Albus Dumbledore turned to look at Ian Eris sunglasses in front of him. His eyes flickered even more intensely, and his eyes even became a little moist.
No one knew what the principal saw in the mirror.
“What name?”
Ian immediately asked.
Albus Dumbledore turned around.
The eyes under the half-moon glasses gradually calmed down.
"It's called the Legendary Proof, which means the beginning of a legendary journey." Albus Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded in the room where Voldemort had been executed.
Thrilling.
It is also full of complexity and...envy.
"There is an illusory pattern in my mind. I can't see clearly. What is it?" Ian was stunned for a moment, and after regaining consciousness, he quickly told the changes in his body.
“Only you can know what that is, kid. When you can see it clearly, it means you have gained authority, and it also means that you have truly become a legend.”
< br>Albus Dumbledore shook his head.
"At this point, who would have thought that a little kid would actually walk in front of you, tsk tsk, I guess I didn't come to your Hogwarts in vain."
"This But the real big deal! ”
Nick Flamel finally set his sights on Ian.
"I just heard you say that wizards are gods?" He watched the little wizard nod, pondered for a moment, and then continued to speak in a hoarse voice.
"Very good, I like your...belief."
The almost legendary alchemist suddenly said as if he was just asking casually, "I don't know. , may I be lucky enough to know what you saw in the Mirror of Erised?”
Hearing this.
Albus Dumbledore also turned to Ian.
"I was reading a book, two professors, I saw I was reading a book." Ian answered directly without hesitation, and Albus Dumbledore seemed to be secretly relieved.
"Reading... what book are you reading?"
Nick Flamel continued to ask questions as if he did not want to give up.
“It should be called The Legend of Wukong.”
Ian blinked and saw Nick Flamel's confused expression because he had not heard the title of the book. He turned to look at the Mirror of Erised again.
He really saw himself reading.
However.
【I want this day...I want all living beings to understand my intentions】
In the magic mirror.
The only clear handwriting is in the books.
It was reflected in Ian's eyes.
(End of this chapter)