Hogwarts' corridors were always filled with an air of mystery at night.
The shifting staircases were changing.
Ian stood at the entrance to the staircase, making a deal with an elderly portrait of Gryffindor—no one was destined to witness this scene. Perhaps many people still believed that the Gryffindor portrait at the corridor entrance could not speak.
"You want me to find a portrait of my younger self?"
The elderly Gryffindor portrait froze slightly, seemingly not expecting Ian to make such a request. But he quickly regained his composure and pondered for a moment.
He truly seemed to be considering whether to agree.
"Yes. I believe you can definitely find him. After all, who knows oneself better than oneself? You must have some idea where he might be hiding."
Ian proactively offered his suggestion.
He cared greatly about this matter.
Ian had spent an entire year searching for the portrait of Gryffindor in his youth without finding it—the unusual portrait that was narcissistic and claimed to be Gryffindor's final masterpiece left in the world. Ian truly had not forgotten about it. Not because the portrait kept hiding and making people angry, nor because there had been some slight conflict between them.
The main reason was that Ian still remembered the treasure of the Four Founders mentioned by that portrait, as well as Gryffindor's Treasure Vault. What he coveted, naturally, was Gryffindor's so-called Treasure Vault.
Yes.
There was nothing shameful about it. Ian wanted Gryffindor's treasure. After all, one only had to think about how abundant the Treasure Vault of someone who loved adventure so much would be.
Gryffindor, the legendary figure renowned for courage and adventure—according to historical records, his footsteps had covered every corner of the world, so every adventure must have come with countless rare treasures.
It was