Absurd but True

Albert was stunned. Of course he knew who Morg·McDougal was. That is Bard·Brood's friend, a famous contemporary magic master, who is said to be named after Adebe Wolf Lynch, the author of "Magical Theory".

Just...

The Morg·McDougal in front of me is different from what I imagined. I should say...

"What's wrong?" Morg·McDougal noticed the momentary confusion on Albert's face and asked in confusion, "Is there something on my face?"

"I thought... you would be younger." Albert hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but express his doubts.

"Sorry. I made a mistake."

"Young... Haha, no need to apologize, I am indeed no longer young." McDougal didn't mind Albert's gaffe at all, and pointed to the sofa inside with a smile, "Come in first, Bard should be back soon."

Albert sat across from McDougal a little restrained, but his attention was attracted by the parchment on the table, all of which were written with the words Runic Script.

"It seems that Bard is right. You do have high attainments in this area." McDougal picked up the black tea and took a sip, looking at Albert and nodding, seeming very satisfied.

Albert also noticed McDougal's gentle smile. What should I say?

The way the other party looked at me was very special... and very familiar.

"I originally thought Isobel's talent was good enough." McDougal said softly, "She is one of the most outstanding children I have ever seen."

"Isobel?" Albert cast a searching look at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"My distant niece." McDougal nodded towards the parchment filled with Ancient Runes and asked Albert with a smile, "Bard and I are going to write a book by Ancient Runes. Are you interested in participating?"

"Me?" Albert felt that he had heard something ridiculous. The other party would actually invite a child to write a book together.

"It's you who wants to write it, not us." Professor Broad opened the door and walked in. He nodded towards Albert and said, "You came earlier than I thought. What do you want to drink?"

"Milk tea." Albert was stunned for a moment and replied instinctively.

Professor Broad waved the magic wand lightly, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

"I can see that you have very high attainments in Ancient Runes, so I recommend you to Morg. Of course, the main work of writing books is what Morg has to do, and we just help him be his thugs."

"It's incredible." Albert said honestly.

"Me too?" Albert asked tentatively, "If you tell anyone, I'm afraid it will become the funniest joke of this century."

"Don't say that, you are very special, more dazzling than Isobel." McDougal explained, "I think you might be useful, do you mind?"

"Don't mind."

"Of course, I think you will definitely learn a lot during this process?" McDougal said with a smile, "Let's get to know each other again, Morg·McDougal."

"Albert·Anderson, nice to meet you, Morg·Mr. McDougal." Albert reached out and shook hands with the other person. Although it felt unreal, it seemed that he had met an amazing guy.

"Are you going to write a textbook, or..."

"No, it is a more advanced book. It is not for students to read as material, but involves deeper things in Ancient Runes's research." McDougal explained, "Maybe you haven't come into contact with that field yet, but Ancient Runes does contain special power, and some ancient spells will use it. If Dumbledore is willing to help, our progress will be much faster."

"Nowadays, there are very few people who really know how to use Ancient Runes." Professor Broad did not hesitate to praise, "Morg is an expert in this field."

"No, no, Bard, at least I have one in front of me." McDougal smiled and nodded slightly towards Albert's wooden bracelet, "The workmanship is a bit rough, but it is undeniable that this is the prototype... Do you mind letting me see your results?"

"Huh?" Albert realized what the other party was talking about, took off the wooden bracelet and handed it to McDougal.

"If it were me, I would recommend that you use yew wood to make it. Although Guardian Tree also has special effects, it cannot perfectly stimulate the power of runes." McDougal brushed his fingers over the runes on the wooden bracelet, looked at Albert with interest and asked, "It's a pity that you haven't really mastered how to use it."

Albert's eyes lit up and he stared at Morg·McDougal. He felt that his doubts about the runes might be solved by the other party.

"Don't worry, you are already ahead of many people in this regard. At least Bard doesn't understand these things." McDougal turned his head and looked at his friend and said softly.

"I'm not you, and I haven't done any research in this area." Professor Broad didn't take his friend's teasing to heart at all, "You are far inferior to me in terms of practice."

"Each has his or her own strengths." There was no embarrassment on McDougal's face as he looked at the parchment on the table, "Okay, I think we should focus on work."

"Can I ask?" Albert picked up a piece of parchment and asked, "Where did you get these things? Let me tell you, these runes on them."

"This is one of the legacies left by Ravenclaw." Professor Broad said it directly without caring about how shocking it was.

"Inheritance?" Albert was very surprised, but he quickly calmed down.

"Yes, legacy, the wisdom of Ravenclaw." McDougal said, "It's amazing stuff. I'm going to summarize it and write it into a book so that others can interpret this knowledge. One day, people will realize the magical power contained in Ancient Runes."

"I have never seen any magical power in these words." Professor Broad reminded.

"Because you don't know the word Runic Script well enough." McDougal pointed out the problem unceremoniously, "Okay, let's get started!"

He waved his wand, and the parchment and Quill appeared out of thin air and began to prepare for recording.

This was a tedious job, and it was hard for Albert to believe that he was actually involved in it. When he came out of Professor Broad's office, he was in a daze, and there was still a buzzing in his head, constantly echoing what he had heard and experienced during this period... Although he understood it, his brain could not process this chaotic knowledge well for a while.

Albert didn't even realize when he returned to Gryffindor Common Room or when he closed his eyes to rest. His whole brain kept recalling the string of runes and the words McDougal said until he fell asleep unconsciously.