The scene just now had been absolutely explosive.
Dumbledore's muscles had swelled until his clothes burst apart, making him look like the protagonist of some old-school hot-blooded anime. But before Ian could marvel at it and pull out his camera, something went wrong with Dumbledore.
Fortunately, Dumbledore's shirt-bursting state had allowed the Young Wizard to catch a glimpse of the changes on him. Strange symbols had appeared across Dumbledore's skin.
There were two kinds of symbols, silver and black. From Ian's observations and Dumbledore's explanation, the silver symbols—which Ian could not understand at all—were clearly a force suppressing the black traces.
The black traces looked ominous at first glance.
The shape and arrangement of those traces vaguely resembled overlapping Deathly Hallows symbols—though despite his excellent eyesight and memory, the Young Wizard could not be completely certain. After all, Dumbledore's violent muscular expansion and contraction had affected the pattern as well.
It was like the same person with the same tattoo looking different when fat and when thin. The traces on Dumbledore's body merely bore a vague resemblance.
That was why Ian did not dare confirm whether his judgment was accurate. Still, before Dumbledore covered up the traces, the observant Young Wizard had noticed something else unusual. When the silver runes and black runes appeared, the edges of the Headmaster's shadow had taken on an unnatural jagged shape.
It was as though countless tiny black tentacles were writhing there.
He later dispelled his magic, and after Dumbledore climbed back up, the strange sight vanished again, as if it had merely been a momentary illusion caused by Ian's eyes playing tricks on him.
It was truly bizarre.
"Professor, you..." Ian's voice caught in his throat. He opened his mouth, originally intending to ask Dumbledore where those symbols had come from, but seeing