Chapter 541

The atmosphere was somewhat restrained.

Of course.

But only for Dumbledore.

Grindelwald, in fact, looked quite relaxed.

Seeing the old headmaster begin his questioning, Ian, who had been putting on an act, shifted his gaze away from Grindelwald and back to Dumbledore. He did not seem surprised by Dumbledore's question. Setting down his fries, he wiped his hands with a cheap napkin beside him, his movements still unhurried. "Ian." He pronounced it clearly, as he had learned at Downton Abbey. After a pause, he added his surname. "Ian Prince." It had to be said, Ian really did carry himself with something of an aristocratic air.

Watching television dramas had not been for nothing.

Unfortunately, this was still the era of black-and-white television, and there were not yet so many classic dramas around. As a result, no one could expose Ian's habit of imitating others.

Of course, Dumbledore had no mind to spare for such things.

The moment he heard Ian introduce himself, he reacted again.

Prince?

Dumbledore's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. The surname was not particularly uncommon in the wizarding world, but in this context, it immediately stirred certain memories in his mind—an ancient family with a long history and exceptional talent in the field of Potions, yet one that had dwindled in recent generations and virtually gone into seclusion.

More importantly, among Hogwarts's current students was a descendant of that family: Severus Snape. That child's mother was a Prince!

Could it be... that this terrifyingly powerful young man before him, the suspected Raven, was actually related by blood to that solitary, brooding Potions master with such a complicated background?

Or was it merely a coincidence—or perhaps... an alias casually adopted?

Countless questions flooded Dumbledore's mind in an instant. He stared intently at Ian's face, trying to find even the