Ian had not expected this.
After witnessing a fragment of the past, the world had shattered. When he found himself standing on solid ground again, it was still another fragment of the past—the past in which Death had forged the Deathly Hallows.
Possessing all three Deathly Hallows meant becoming "the master of Death." That was clearly not quite accurate. The facts now proved that the Deathly Hallows were merely part of one of Death's schemes.
As for the scheme's purpose—
Ian did not know.
He only knew that Death had indeed placed curses within the Deathly Hallows.
He had seen the true past.
A past never recorded in any book.
The truth hidden behind that black-and-white world.
Unlike the description in The Tales of Beedle the Bard, where Death casually snapped a branch and picked up a stone, Death clearly still had to abide by the laws of alchemy when forging magical artifacts.
That was only normal.
After all, The Tales of Beedle the Bard was ultimately just a fairy tale, and its author had merely been a nineteenth-century wizard.
It was already impressive enough that he had learned some of the truth. Naturally, he could not have described Death's scheme in detail—but clearly, the Deathly Hallows had indeed failed to bring good Destiny to their possessors.
That much could be seen from the fates of the Three Brothers in The Tales of Beedle the Bard. In truth, wizards had already vaguely realized there was something wrong with the Deathly Hallows.
They had been lost for a period afterward.
Presumably—
There had been a reason for that.
Perhaps some wizard had cared for all living beings and had not wanted future generations to continue suffering the influence of the Deathly Hallows. Yet the Four Founders, along with other exceptionally talented