Dumbledore perhaps possessed a special kind of charisma.
Of course, not the kind a succubus had. Rather, the moment he appeared in the Forbidden Forest, the professors seemed to find their backbone and immediately felt much more at ease.
The tense, heavy atmosphere seemed to ease at once. Ian even felt like he was watching one of those old television dramas, where the county magistrate arrived and justice finally showed up.
It could only be said that this was the sense of security Dumbledore brought?
"Headmaster! Quickly! It's that... that evil dark wizard!" Ian had actually felt a surge of joy deep down. When it came to experience catching Tom, the old Headmaster before him was still the expert.
Since Dumbledore had returned, catching Voldemort's Remnant Soul surely would not be difficult. He just did not know whether Dumbledore would agree to let him burn Voldemort's Remnant Soul to ashes.
"No need to panic. I have already set up some special magic. No one will be able to escape the area around Hogwarts. Therefore, we can take our time. I first need to understand the current situation." Dumbledore's eyes were profound, and his expression was calm and unhurried.
Yet Ian was somewhat confused.
There was magic like that?
How had he not known?
The other professors also seemed to have run into a gap in their knowledge, but since Dumbledore was the one making the assurance, they instinctively chose to believe him.
"Who can clear this up for me?"
Dumbledore turned his gaze toward Professor McGonagall.
"Actually, I do not know much more than the other professors. We only just arrived here, drawn over by the commotion Mr. Prince caused."
Professor McGonagall looked toward Ian, who was still suspended in midair by Professor Sprout's Wingardium Leviosa.
"Dumbledore, he... he showed