In the underground chamber, several hundred square meters in size, the flames had long since gone out. Scorch marks were everywhere, and even the twelve stone pillars in the hall had not been spared.
After all, Ian had unleashed Fiendfyre.
Nearly all the metal decorations on them had been burned away. The fact that the pitch-black stone pillars still retained even a ruined shape was already proof of Hogwarts' exceptional construction work.
Fortunately, even while fighting Voldemort, Ian had still had enough energy to look after the Mirror of Erised. Otherwise, an ancient alchemical treasure would have gone up in flames along with everything else.
Ian would have had no way to explain it to Teacher Morgan. He still remembered his promise to her, which was why he had distracted himself to protect the Mirror of Erised even in a life-or-death battle.
All he could say was that Voldemort had thankfully been weakened considerably by the Magic Inhibition Potion. Otherwise, with them both being wizards of roughly equal magical power, Ian's chances of defeating Voldemort would not actually have been very high.
Even with the boost of his Extraordinary Trait and his far greater control over magic than other wizards, Voldemort's title of Dark Lord still had some real substance behind it.
"Loving books is a good habit, and it certainly fits the usual inclinations of you Ravenclaw students." Nick LeMay thought for a long time but could not recall anything related to "Wukong Biography."
He began to wonder whether it was some popular book from the Muggle World. Judging by its title, it was probably related to the East, so it was only natural that he had never read it in his life.
After all, even he did not know much about the Eastern continent. He had gone there