The writing on the note was neat and clear.
So neat it looked printed.
There was no trace of any personal handwriting style in the ink—it was definitely not something Ian had forgotten in his robes, much less a section of Runes he had copied down himself.
His handwriting was not ugly, but it was nowhere near as neat as print, nor did it lack all personal characteristics. Besides, a ten-year-old could not possibly forget copying down such a short section of Runes just because of amnesia.
"Merlin's beard! I've run into something unclean!"
Ian picked up the note from the ground with some uncertainty. Something that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere in his pocket made his scalp prickle with horror.
Who could slip a note into his pocket without him noticing? Ian stared at the short passage of faintly flowing Runes recorded on it. He had an extremely strong premonition that this might be what he had been trying to find—the part of the Resurrection Stone's Runes capable of anchoring a target.
"This is the passage..."
Ian had already committed the Resurrection Stone's Runes to memory, but he still took out the Resurrection Stone to compare them. The fragment on the note had indeed come from the Resurrection Stone, and that was what made it terrifying upon closer thought. After all, the only living person who knew Ian was studying the Resurrection Stone's Runes was Grindelwald.
"Has Aurora's grandfather already deciphered what I wanted?" Ian quickly dismissed the thought. He did not believe Grindelwald could work that efficiently.
Besides, there was no reason for Grindelwald to give him the answer in such a mysterious way. Calling Ian into his office, handing over the results, and then demanding thirty minutes of praise from Ian would have been much more