Two Young Geniuses
Sean looked at the two like-minded, genius wizards; their smiles were so dazzling...
He looked down and squeezed the letter in his hand, and suddenly a sense of fear arose in him.
When Bathilda Bagshot received this letter, she shouldn't have been so senile yet. Combined with the missing package, could it be proven that someone tampered with it?
Perhaps it was a curse, perhaps Potions, but that person made Bathilda forget the important letter and stole the package at the same time. Dumbledore and Grindelwald's relationship was never repaired in their youth...
Could the method described in the letter that allows someone to access a memory also be the work of this person?
Sean felt the hairs on his body stand on end. Who was that person? He even knew so much about the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald...
Inside the room, the two men chatted amiably. Dumbledore poured two more glasses of wine, then took a sip from his own glass. "Gellert, while I was researching the history of Herpo yesterday, I learned about an interesting Ancient Magic."
Grindelwald revealed an interested expression. "Tell me, I've always been envious of your Runes skills."
Dumbledore pulled out his wand. "First, use your wand to draw the runic symbol Runes 'frost.' Then, while the wand is drawing magic, you must visualize a snowy landscape in your mind. Also, don't forget the Ancient Magic tricks I told you when you cast the spell..."
"Ymir breath (Winter is Here)"
A sudden burst of frosty air appeared, instantly sealing the wine glass in Grindelwald's hand firmly within the ice.
"Perfect." Grindelwald examined the ice in his hand closely; the freezing air was just a hair's breadth away from his fingers. "Albus, your control over spells is so outstanding, I'm even a little Envy!"
Dumbledore, and the young wizard, who had not yet fully regained his composure, showed a hint of smugness on his face.
Grindelwald also drew his wand: "Helios Oculus (Blazing Flame Ignition)"
A dazzling orange-red flame erupted from the tip of his wand, which, under Grindelwald's control, transformed into a miniature fire Phoenix. The Phoenix circled the ice once, and the goblet returned to its original form, without even the liquid inside evaporating.
"A beautiful spell," Dumbledore exclaimed.
Sean's eyes widened; he hadn't expected that he could learn new magic during this trip through his memories.
The system was still usable, and two spell messages appeared on his panel.
Freezing Charm (Ancient Magic) Lv0: Proficiency 0/20000
Divine Fire Charm (Ancient Magic) Lv0: Proficiency 0/20000
However, this level of proficiency...
Sean's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Despite the demonstrations by two genius wizards, he hadn't gained a single ounce of skill...
He felt his Runes Talent was beyond saving...
The memories continued, Dumbledore and Grindelwald seemed to have endless things to talk about. They talked about ideals, magic, and history. Sean, who was standing to the side, was a little frustrated, but he quickly recovered.
Both of these two were incredibly knowledgeable and skilled in magic; Sean found himself greatly benefiting simply from listening to their conversation.
After discussing the topic of "why Ancient Magic declined," Dumbledore mentioned Herpo again.
"Gellert, don't you find it strange that the lineage of Ancient Magic has been broken so much, just like Herpo, whose life story has become increasingly obscure with the passage of time."
Grindelwald leaned back lazily in his chair, stroking his chin where no short beard had yet grown. "Yes, yes, in the history we've found, there's almost no description of Herpo's later years. Like Ancient Magic, it shines with the times, yet declines with them."
Grindelwald downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, then licked his lips. "I'm rather curious about the Horcrux that Herpo has developed..."
Dumbledore frowned. "That kind of thing is meaningless."
"Of course, Albus," Grindelwald grinned wildly. "An empty life, no matter how long, is nauseating. Horcrux themselves hold no appeal for me. I'm just curious about the way souls are split. And what about Herpo's Horcrux? Nobody's ever mentioned them."
"You doubt that Herpo is still alive?"
Grindelwald chuckled. "Who knows... But I have a feeling that, just like the flickering and decline of Ancient Magic, a new era is about to begin..."
At that moment, the entire space distorted, and Sean felt his body lose weight. When he came to his senses, he was back in the Potter family's bathroom.
He looked into his hand and then discovered that the letter had disappeared.
"Is it disposable..." Sean muttered.
"Sean, are you asleep in the bathtub?" Harry's voice rang out from outside.
"Sorry, it'll be ready soon."
Sean called out, realizing he had been lost in his memories for quite some time. He quickly washed himself and went outside.
Lying on the soft bed in the Potter family's guest room, Sean was still processing what he had seen that day.
He finally understood a little about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's past, and he was very concerned about their discussion of the forbidden human experiments using the Philosopher's Stone.
He was now almost certain that Ariana had transformed into Phoenix, and that her soul might be trapped within the Phoenix's body.
Or perhaps... the Phoenix's soul is trapped within Ariana's body, while Ariana's soul may be wandering.
Doesn't this correspond to what Dumbledore said about not having rescued his sister yet?!
The more Sean thought about it, the more likely this conjecture seemed!
What Sean is more concerned about today's events is who stole the package that Grindelwald was going to give to Dumbledore.
But what exactly was inside that package?
The letter was left behind and became Sean's temporary Pensieve for entering the memories of the two when they were young. Who set this up?
Sean had a feeling that behind this world, there was an unseen hand guiding the course of the timeline.
And what about myself? Was it an accident, or did I become a pawn?
Sean's mood became slightly heavy. Although nothing too bad had happened yet, and as a junior wizard he was powerless to do anything about it, the situation still didn't feel good.
Moreover, he hadn't forgotten the Prophecy that he was caught up in...
Sean slept very soundly, probably from overworking his brain, and Daisy had to wake him up the next day.
"Sean, it's time for lunch." The girl knocked on the door, but her knocking was soft, both in terms of force and her voice.
The curse comes from the wonderful little brain of a book friend, [Five Virtues Always].