7pm.
Hogwarts Headmaster's Office Outside, the ugly stone statue was different from other places. Ian came here for the first time, and he softly spoke the password Dumbledore told him.
"Jelly Slug."
Falling with the sound.
The stone statue tilted its head and got out of the way. Ian slowly walked up the spiral staircase, climbed all the way, and saw the solemn wooden door with a brass door handle.
No need to twist it.
Ian just knocked on the wooden door lightly, and the door knocker seemed to come alive, flapping its little wings as if struggling to open the door, so the wooden door slowly opened silently.
The candles that never go out exude gentle light, and Hogwarts's most serious hall unfolds before Ian's eyes. The rows of bookshelves in the spacious room are particularly conspicuous.
Since Dumbledore seemed to have no intention of taking responsibility, Ian was not very nervous. After all, he was the victim who was beaten by the crowd.
Looked around the whole room with interest.
Ian saw that the walls were covered with portraits of former principals. Each one was lifelike, and almost all the principals looked at him in unison.
"Has another little wizard caused trouble in school?"
"It's the little one. I remember him. He is the little boy Dumbledore will never forget."
"Shut up! You big mouth!"
After some noise, several portraits fell into silence and stopped moving. They pretended to be smiling on the wall, but their eyes still followed the pace of Ian.
<Moste Potente Potions>
<Grimoire of Dark Magic>
<Blood Pact>
<Secrets of the Darkest Art>
In addition to books such as <Break with a Banshee>, <Gadding with Ghouls>, and <Holiday with Hags>, there are also many collections that can be called banned books.
They are just like ordinary books, arranged in alphabetical order on the bookshelf, as if they are not worried at all about what trouble it will cause if someone steals one.
"After all, there are so many principals watching."
Ian looked at the portraits on the wall that seemed to be playing the "one, two, three, wooden man" game with him. As long as he looked over, the principals would tacitly pretend to be frozen portraits.
"Hello, Sorting Hat, I heard that you filed a complaint against me to Professor Snape." Ian looked around the office for a moment and looked at Sorting Hat, who had been pretending to sleep since he entered the office.
"Huhuhu~"
Its purring became a little louder.
No matter how Ian picks it up and turns it over and over, Sorting Hat is like Sleeping Beauty who can't wake up, and has no intention of responding to Ian's inquiry.
"Am I not brave enough?"
Ian tried to take out the Sword of Gryffindor from Sorting Hat, but only a piece of dandruff left by an unknown little wizard came out.
The piece is as big as the little finger, which is very exaggerated.
"Disgusting!"
He shook his hands in disgust and rushed to the hand washing area to wash for a while. When he walked back to the main hall, the Dumbledore who asked him to come to the office first and wait still hadn't come back.
Sorting Hat continues to pretend to be asleep.
"If I become Mediterranean Sea in the future, it must have something to do with wearing you! If that's the case, I will take you on a long voyage no matter what!" Ian didn't care whether Sorting Hat was really sleeping or pretending to sleep. He grabbed it and used Transfiguration to turn a stone into a brush, and then started to wash Sorting Hat in the sink.
"The next generation of little wizards will thank me." Every time Ian brushes on Sorting Hat, he will whisper a repeater saying "merits +1" in his mouth.
Apply soap.
Brush brush brush.
Apply soap.
Brush again.
Finally.
After Sorting Hat was manually Scourgify, I couldn't hold it any longer.
"I should have sent you to Gryffindor!" The heartbreaking voice fell, and a bright long sword fell out of Sorting Hat's hood.
This is a relic from ancient times. The sword body shines with dazzling golden light, as if it contains the power and courage of the sun. Each of the bright rubies inlaid on it is like a burning flame.
fiery.
Without losing its beauty.
"Nonsense! I'm Ravenclaw, with my roots upright and young. Take a look, luckily I haven't washed my robe yet. Can't you smell the smell of approval on it?"
Ian retorted angrily and picked up the sword on the ground.
Sword of Gryffindor has the unique ability to choose its holder. Most of the time, it only listens to the call of those who have true courage, noble souls, and determination to fight for justice.
"You rude and rude kid, I have no sense of smell. Put me back quickly!" Sorting Hat seems to be very resistant to water, but it has already been cleaned.
Old but no longer sleazy.
"Now it's two approvals!" Ian hung the Gryffindor sword on his waist, wiped off the water on Sorting Hat's body, and put the very unhappy Sorting Hat back in its place.
"I have accumulated protective armor for a thousand years..."
Sorting Hat's wrinkled face was filled with a feeling of hopelessness. The portraits on the wall were all suppressing smiles, and some couldn't help but make a squeaking sound.
Ian suddenly turned around to catch something, but he didn't expect that the portraits on the wall would react faster than the other. He only saw the figure of Dumbledore appearing at the gate.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you really don't make any sound when you walk." Ian looked surprised. He had been startled by Dumbledore before, but he didn't expect to be able to prevent Dumbledore from approaching sneakily.
"It seems that you and Sorting Hat had a lot of fun." Dumbledore had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were on the long and big sword on Ian's waist.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, have you also noticed that I am brave, loyal, kind, peace-loving, fearless, righteous, and trustworthy?"
Ian opened the robe to reveal the Gryffindor great sword.
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a while before speaking.
"Although it's not that unexpected, Mr. Prince, I'm afraid you need to keep this sword with me for a while. There are some things that need it to be completed... I'm sorry."
A very sincere statement.
Ian did not feel disappointed either.
He himself has no swordsmanship.
"Just let me take it around Gryffindor House. Well, I don't mean anything else. I just want them to know that I am courageous, loyal, kind, and peace-loving..."
Ian is trying hard to cover up.
It's just that he hasn't finished speaking yet.
"Qiang!"
Phoenix's cry from the office window that seemed to be always open interrupted Ian's idea of ascending the throne in a different place. Fawkes, who had become much smaller in size, suddenly flew towards Ian.
No surprises.
Fawkes stopped on Ian's little head again. Ian was already somewhat used to it. He took out the freeze-dried food from his pocket that he could not feed to the cat form Professor McGonagall.
"Qiang!"
Fawkes had no intention of eating it at all, and its cry seemed to be cursing. Ian put the freeze-dried food in front of his nose, and he didn't smell any strange smell.
Just at this time.
"Dumbledore! Look what he did to me! Quick! Send this kid to Azkaban! I have acquaintances there!"
Sorting Hat suddenly started to complain hysterically to Dumbledore.
"It would look pretty good with another look." Dumbledore commented happily on Sorting Hat's new image, which made Sorting Hat a little stunned.
"Yes... really?"
Its sound is much quieter.
"But my protective armor..."
Although Sorting Hat seems to be coaxed, it still feels a little reluctant to give up.
After all, it is the accumulation of thousands of years.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Ian rushed to the trash can and vomited several times. Then, with Fawkes on his head as steady as a rock, he walked back and raised the freeze-dried product in his hand.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you want to try some snacks?"
His voice seemed eager to share.
It's just that Dumbledore is obviously not old-sighted yet.
"I still prefer to eat Cockroach Cluster." Dumbledore decisively refused the freeze-drying offer in Ian's hand, walked to his desk and took out a pile of brown candies to counterattack Ian.
"Want some?"
The brown things Sickle in his hands could be candies with cockroach shapes, but they could also be real cockroaches disguised as candies. Ian felt that he would be disgusted even if he won or lost.
"No, thank you."
Ian put the freeze-dried food back into his robe. It was a little spoiled, but he didn't plan to waste it. Next year, he could also feed these freeze-dried food to Scabbers, who eats everything.
When a mouse doesn't have enough to eat.
Scabbers probably wouldn't mind eating some fermented food.
"How about some other snacks?"
Dumbledore stuffed Cockroach Cluster into his mouth. Like a hospitable and kind old man, he motioned Ian to sit opposite him with his hand still stained with some candy.
"Is steak okay?"
Ian didn't eat much at night. After all, Marcus·Flint kept staring at him, which fully affected the speed at which he and his two roommates and other little wizards competed for meat.
"Can't it be dessert? I should only have dessert here."
Dumbledore showed a troubled expression.
Ian is slightly thoughtful.
"Then have a copy of Honey Steak."
He gave in.
"..."
Dumbledore was speechless for the second time today. He stared at the little wizard in front of him for a long time, and then clapped his hands in the empty air.
A portion of honey water appeared in front of Ian.
It probably comes from those House-elf who usually hide their figures secretly.
Ian's expression was a little disappointed.
"There should be some undigested steak in my stomach." This can be regarded as a kind of spiritual comfort. Ian, who drank the honey water, ate Honey Steak in another way.
"..."
Dumbledore looked a little stunned.
"Okay, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm ready to debate with you." Ian drank all the honey water in one breath, and then sat upright and waited for Dumbledore's sermon.
"Mr. Prince, there is no need for any debate between us. After all, I know very well that you have maintained sufficient restraint in this conflict, which is something worthy of praise." Dumbledore's eyes seemed like two bottomless pools of water, and his gentle and powerful voice carried an indescribable emotion.
"It's bullying! A group of them bullied me!"
Ian corrected Dumbledore's wording angrily.
"Yes, it is true. I happened to pass by and witnessed this thing that should not have happened... I think Severus should be able to educate his students well. I have sent the frightened little wizards to him." Dumbledore nodded and did not refute, but followed Ian's words to comfort him.
"I'm the one who was frightened. You see, my stomach has lost weight." Ian sighed with lingering fear, and patted his underfed stomach.
"..."
Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and he was quite helpless, "As I said, Mr. Prince, I should have witnessed the whole process and there was nothing missing."
He emphasized the pronunciation of "whole process".
"I just want to get some compensation."
Ian smiled sarcastically, no longer taking chances, and spoke more honestly. The Fawkes lying on top of his head seemed to have built a nest on his head.
"Actually, there are two reasons why I didn't stop it. The first is to see how you would deal with this kind of thing, and the second is because you took the lead in characterizing this conflict as a duel."
Dumbledore also seemed to be very honest and did not hide some of his selfishness. His voice was neither rushed nor drawn out, with a gentle and powerful feeling, "Dueling is a sacred thing and a glorious ceremony. Even I can only be on the sidelines to ensure that no one among you will get into trouble because of this."
"Of course, your performance did not disappoint me. It's a lesson that will remain fresh in people's minds, but it didn't really hurt anyone. Such restraint is rarely seen in wizards who control power."
"Especially the stunning and stunning Lumos at the end, even I almost couldn't react... Well, this special creativity is really very realistic."
Dumbledore sounded a little weird.
Ian pretended not to hear.
"My original intention is to lead people to be good and make them realize their mistakes. If I can compensate them, it may prove that they can still be saved."
Ian still hasn't given up on fighting for compensation for himself.
His choice of words made Dumbledore silent for a long time.
"I think the gentlemen and ladies of Slytherin must have realized how inappropriate their behavior was, but it is obviously not easy for you to obtain compensation from them."
Dumbledore spoke politely.
"Is it because Marcus·Flint's family has many connections in Ministry of Magic?" Ian always remembered the things that Marcus·Flint never forgot to mention many times during the two conflicts.
This guy is even more classic than Malfoy who has not yet entered school.
"It's because Slytherin is a proud wizard who has always found it difficult to bow to others." Dumbledore's answer was completely unconvincing, and he probably could only fool the little wizard who had never seen the world.
Ian knows very well how quickly these Slytherin and Pure-blood wizard kneel down in front of Voldemort.
Hmm.
They didn't bow their heads.
They kowtowed directly.
"Sure enough, it's probably because the families of Marcus·Flint are supporting them. These so-called ancient families are like this. Even if they make mistakes, they will not admit it."
Ian sighed.
Dumbledore nodded noncommittally.
"In fact, Severus will definitely need some effort to calm the impact of this time on you. The main pressure comes from the families of those little wizards."
"Mr. Flint's relatives are indeed very well-connected in Ministry of Magic. After all, Flint family has a long history, and other Pure-blood wizard families also have more or less energy."
"Mr. Prince, you are more mature than many young wizards. You must be able to understand that right and wrong are not important in the eyes of a certain type of adult wizard."
Dumbledore seems to be reminding Ian not to settle accounts with those Slytherin students again.
"You're right."
Ian nodded helplessly.
He touched the Gryffindor holy sword that he could only hold in his arms because he was sitting down. He wished that this sword had once been given the meaning of cutting first and playing later.
What a pity.
No.
"It seems that not only will I not be compensated, but I will also have to pray that I will not be caught by a swarm of flies. Uncle Professor Snape must be worried about me."
Ian feels a little bored.
He clearly just wanted to study hard and make progress every day, so why did he end up in such a bad thing? Everything seemed to be independent of his will from the moment Marcus·Flint was cast on Imperius Curse.
"Don't look at Severus always gnashing his teeth at you. In fact, he is happy to do these things for you. This can more or less allow him to gain some spiritual self-forgiveness."
Dumbledore spoke softly.
"Self-forgiveness?"
Ian frowned.
"This is what he should tell you, if he is ready." Dumbledore whispered, with a somewhat meaningful tone.
Good, good!
The Riddler, right?
Let's all be the Riddler together!
No one is in a hurry!
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, I think if there is nothing else, I should go back early to prepare for tomorrow's class."
Ian knew very well that Dumbledore asked him to come to the office not just to praise him for doing something right. I am afraid that the principal of Hogwarts was really not so free.
Especially at this moment when Ministry of Magic has intervened to investigate the death of teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts. You must know that senior Penelope has revealed to Ian that she had talked with Dumbledore.
With Old Dumbledore's head melon seeds.
I'm afraid the other party has already guessed something.
Of course.
The reason why Ian was sure of this was that when he first entered the Headmaster's Office door, he saw a bookshelf that looked like it had just been moved in. It was filled with many extremely old and obsolete books that did not belong to the knowledge of magic skills. Things like "Song of the Soul" and "Merlin Legend: Between Life and Death".
"Good night, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Ian took the reluctant Fawkes off the top of his head and placed it back on the gilded branch where Fawkes should be. He waved his hand and prepared to run to the door of the office.
"Mr. Prince!"
As expected.
Dumbledore immediately couldn't sit still.
"Ah?"
Ian looked a little confused and looked back.
"Gryffindor Holy Sword."
Dumbledore looked helplessly at what Ian was holding in his hands.
"Oh, I almost forgot, sorry." Ian scratched his head and walked to Sorting Hat as if he was embarrassed, grabbed Sorting Hat and stuffed it into his hood.
"Slow down! Slow down! Ah! I understand! I understand! It's not Slytherin, it's not Ravenclaw, it's not Gryffindor. I should put you in Dementor's home!"
"It's simply murder! Dumbledore, look! He's stabbing me with a sword!" Sorting Hat screamed, holding the Gryffindor holy sword, and its tone sounded aggrieved.
Seeing Ian leaving again.
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to stop him.
"Mr. Prince, don't you want to get compensation?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered behind the frame, and for some reason he suddenly brought up this ended topic.
"Now I just ask those Pure-blood nobles not to bother me. Maybe there are children from the School Governor family among those guys today, who can directly use their connections to force me to drop out of school?"
Ian asked tentatively.
But Dumbledore slowly shook his head.
"Of course I cannot agree to this. As long as I am still the principal of Hogwarts, School Governor cannot interfere in my decision-making. This is what we agreed on from the beginning."
Dumbledore explained his attitude.
Immediately.
He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It may be inappropriate to say this, but I still want to ask you to accompany me on a trip tonight."
Said.
Dumbledore stood up.
With a heavy expression, he extended his hand to Ian.
"Mr. Prince, after this trip, I guarantee that you no longer need to worry about the pressure from Pure-blood families, and you can also get the apology and compensation you want from them."
"If you want to study with peace of mind, you can study with peace of mind."
Hard reasons to refuse.
Ian had to put on a smile and turned around and walked over.
"My pleasure."
His tone was a bit unwilling, but Ian still raised his hand to hold it - the next moment, the world was spinning, and Ian seemed to hear the sound of a clock or the turning of pages in a book.
The surrounding scene is shaking.
Soon.
An unfamiliar scene replaced Hogwarts's Headmaster's Office. This was a valley with gentle sunshine and grass, as well as a very familiar town in Ian's memory.
"What kind of magic is this? Apparition? It's different from the previous experience!" Ian stared blankly at the town not far away that he had only seen in Limbo.
"It's just a memory."
Dumbledore looked at the small town in the distance with a very complicated expression on his face.
"Memory?"
Ian was shocked by the extremely real and immersive experience. He could even smell the fragrance of the grass on the ground and touch the fluttering butterflies around him. The trees were lush and the green leaves were rustling in the breeze. Everything was like reality, without any illusion of fantasy.
"It is a relatively complex application of memory magic. I may have delved too deeply into this aspect..." Dumbledore's tone also began to become lower.
"Godric's Hollow." Ian suddenly spoke.
Dumbledore, who was originally looking gloomy, suddenly brightened up.
"Ian, please allow me to call you this... you... can you lead the way for me?" Dumbledore, who had been brilliant all his life, seemed extremely cautious at this time.
Ian turned to look at the old man beside him, hesitant, timid and weak, all the emotions that should not appear in Dumbledore seemed so easy to feel at this time.
This is the first time Ian has experienced such clear thoughts and thoughts from Dumbledore.
"My pleasure."
Still the same answer.
Ian roughly understands where the end of memory leads, and he is also a little curious about what kind of person Ariana is in Dumbledore's memory.
Walking on the grass onto the path.
Ian is in front.
Dumbledore is at the back.
It seemed that he needed the courage of others to open up a way forward for him before he could embark on the road home in this memory. The sun shone on the two people through the gaps in the leaves.
The old post office, the bar in the breeze, and the steeple church are all what Ian remembers. The only difference is that this town has many more passers-by.
"Can this thing be eaten?"
Ian saw a vendor selling pancakes. He approached him out of curiosity, but found that he couldn't interact with the vendor at all and couldn't eat the pancakes that were still hot to the touch.
The pancake is in your mouth.
But I can't chew out any taste, and I can't really swallow it.
"This is just my memory, Ian." Dumbledore watched as Ian refused to give up and snatched away food from many passersby. He couldn't help but said a helpless reminder.
Ian was finally completely disillusioned.
He walked back to the front, walking through the town with Dumbledore, and finally stopped in front of a house on the edge of the town. The unmarked house was exactly the same as the one in Ian's memory.
"I met her here. Although she is the only one in the town, the fruits she has are really edible." Ian is still a little concerned about the pancakes.
Just.
Dumbledore was already trembling and lowered his head.
"It's all here."
Ian felt extremely clear sadness, pain, and the desire to escape. He realized that this memory might be the day Ariana died.
"You don't have to keep pushing."
Ian finally suppressed the curiosity in his heart and whispered a reminder. After all, he had already given candid responses to the things the principal might want to verify.
"I have definitely realized how special you are, so this is not for me, Ian." Dumbledore took a deep breath and raised his head.
The picture of the house was reflected in his frame, and the color in his eyes could not be seen. "This is perhaps the only lesson I can teach you."
The voice fell.
The hesitant principal probably couldn't muster up the courage to walk into the house. Ian only felt the surrounding scene change, and then he and Dumbledore were already in the house.
Three people were making a noise. One of them was a young man with blue eyes and blond hair. He was full of unruly temperament. Ian felt that the other boy was probably that man.
As expected.
"That is Aurora's grandfather, Gellert. Grindelwald. I think you have checked the information about him." Dumbledore's eyes were full of complexity.
In this scene, there are him, his brother, his old friends... and deceased relatives.
"I, and my brother, Aberforth." Dumbledore introduced the people quarreling present one by one. The red-haired man and his brother also have handsome appearance.
It's just that young Aberforth is thinner than young Albus. Both of them have red hair. Although their appearance is almost the same, there are subtle differences.
Ian finally looked at the little girl in the room, who was huddled in a corner and was a little confused. She wanted to step forward to break up the fight but was frightened by the atmosphere.
More than ten years old.
The mind of a seven or eight year old.
It is natural to be timid in such situations.
"Ariana."
Ian whispered softly.
Dumbledore has closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes are crystal clear.
"We have always protected her at home. Something bad happened to her when she was a child, so she hated her own magic and became a Obscurial due to our negligence."
The old principal's voice was trembling.
"Obscurial? I remember reading in a library book that a little wizard who has been suppressing his own magic power may form a parasitic force called Obscurus in his body."
"People who become Obscurial generally do not live to be ten years old. Obscurus will die together with the host. In extreme cases, Obscurial may also be assimilated into a kind of Obscurus."
Ian realized what terrible thing happened to Ariana.
"It could have been solved... It must have been possible... I can do it..." Dumbledore murmured in a low voice in pain, averting his gaze filled with regret.
"Is it because Obscurus broke out?"
Ian speculates that this is the cause of death of Ariana.
"Keep watching."
Dumbledore responded in a low voice.
in the scene.
The three of them were really noisy.
"Your plan is crazy and terrifying. Ariana needs a quiet environment, not the noise of war. I will never allow you to drag her into the quagmire!"
The emaciated Aberforth was scolding his brother, "Albus, you want to hurt our sister again? You are simply crazy!"
His scolding.
The young Albus. Dumbledore's face was full of tangles and struggles. However, at this time, the blond Gellert. Grindelwald stood up and pushed away the aggressive Aberforth.
"Cowardly fellows, your sister was hurt by Muggle and is now in this situation. Shouldn't Muggle be held responsible for her tragic fate of not surviving to adulthood?"
"If we can change the world and make those Muggles behave themselves, we can avoid such tragedies, and only then can we bring those Muggles who harmed wizards to trial!"
Gellert. Grindelwald is very excited.
"Your stupid brain doesn't realize what the problem is! Escape? That will only lead to our destruction. Your brother and I have the ability to change the living environment of all wizards!"
"This world will be harmonious!" As he said this, Gellert. Grindelwald turned to look at young Dumbledore. His voice was firm and had a very inflammatory tone.
"Albus, for us, for the future of wizards, and for revenge for your sister!" Gellert. Grindelwald's words made Dumbledore's eyes gradually become firmer.
"We have to do it! Someone has to start it!"
He spoke in a deep voice to his younger brother Aberforth.
"Are you going to abandon us? Abandon me, abandon Ariana, abandon our home, and then go crazy with this expelled student by Durmstrang?"
Aberforth's expression looks very incredible.
Full of shock.
There was also an uncontrollable anger.
"We will win."
The young Dumbledore just responded like this, just like the old man he is now, the young man in the memory scene did not dare to turn his head and look at his sister in the corner at this moment.
"It's all because of you, you shameless and insidious liar! Madman! It's you who bewitched my brother! Get out of my house right now, and go wherever you came from!"
Aberforth pulled out his wand in an attempt to threaten.
Gellert. Grindelwald looked disdainful.
"Aberforth, calm down!" Young Dumbledore tried to persuade Aberforth, but his eyes were red and he had lost his mind because he thought Gellert. Grindelwald was a homewrecker.
"Reducto!"
Aberforth cast an extremely terrifying curse on Gellert. Grindelwald. However, Gellert. Grindelwald, who was already prepared, just raised his hand to block Aberforth's attack.
between two brothers.
Although Aberforth also has strength far beyond his peers, he is obviously much weaker than Albus and Gellert. Grindelwald. Excellent people face those who stand on the top of the mountain.
"Cruciatus Curse!"
Gellert. Grindelwald responded unceremoniously, extremely quickly and at a tricky angle. Aberforth was immediately knocked to the ground and twitched in agony.
"Damn! Gellert, stop, this is my brother!" Young Bullido was also anxious, pulled out his wand, and cast a spell directly at Gellert. Grindelwald.
Interrupted Gellert. Grindelwald's continued casting.
"He obviously can't see the future trend and doesn't know what we wizards should do. Such people are a stumbling block on our road to success and deserve to be spurned!"
Gellert. Grindelwald looked displeased, but still stopped casting the spell. He never thought that after being rescued by young Dumbledore, Aberforth would try to sneak attack him again.
"Entrail-Expelling Curse!"
It is an extremely cruel curse.
This directly angered Gellert. Grindelwald who was dodging sideways.
"You're looking for death!"
He obviously had murderous intentions.
"Calm down! Gellert!"
Young Dumbledore was very nervous, fearing that his younger brother would be killed by Gellert. Grindelwald, but Gellert. Grindelwald obviously no longer wanted to hear his dissuasion.
Melee.
Happens at this moment.
Screams and roars filled the room.
"Don't... don't hit... please." Ariana, who was huddled in the corner, had a face full of fear, and black mist continued to emerge from her body.
However.
None of the three people noticed.
"Ian, this lesson is very important to you." The elderly Dumbledore suppressed the surge of grief and spoke tremblingly, his regretful voice just falling.
A terrifying Charms was blocked by Shield Charm.
The direction has shifted.
Obscurus Ariana, who had already had a seizure, slowly fell to the ground under the horrifying gaze of Ian. Her face was pale, and her eyes soon lost the color that a living person should have.
Aberforth immediately pounced on Ariana, Gellert. Grindelwald turned pale, and young Albus. Dumbledore stood there blankly holding his wand.
"This!?"
In disbelief, Ian suddenly looked at the disappearing memory of the melee. The direction that Charms was released was exactly where the young Dumbledore was standing.
All of a sudden.
Ian's emotions were overwhelming.
It's hard to calm down.
"Some things, there is no chance to regret." The memory has not completely disappeared. The scene has not returned to the office, but has become a grassland with a gentle breeze in the valley.
The river in the valley is crystal clear, like a silver ribbon, meandering through the green valley. The sun gently penetrates the mist and caresses a lonely tombstone.
[Where the treasure is, there is the heart]
Ian saw the inscriptions on the tombstone, and the elderly Headmaster Dumbledore next to him seemed to dare to squat down and gently touch his sister's name on the tombstone only at this time.
"Did you accidentally kill Ariana?"
Ian spoke after being silent for a long time.
"Didn't you already see it?"
The principal laughed miserably, his voice full of sadness and pain.
Ian's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked silently at the old man in front of him who seemed to have suddenly aged. For the first time, he felt the greatness that people had given to Dumbledore.
"Thank you for teaching me this lesson."
Ian bowed slightly.
"My uncle said that I was born a Legilimency person. The truth may be different, but I think I should be pretty good at capturing other people's emotions and thoughts."
"So, you... really didn't do a good job of hiding it today."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Dumbledore suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing a bit of panic.
"Stop talking, child, memory will not lie!" The trembling voice was more violent and tough than before, and his face was already covered with tears.
"What I saw was just a memory, not a fact."
Ian's eyes were shaking.
"Your Legilimency is indeed much more powerful than an old friend I know. Sometimes, this does allow you to gain insight into some secrets that should not be told."
"Very powerful, but also dangerous."
Dumbledore stood up tremblingly and once again took a deep look at the tombstone in his memory. The surrounding scene gradually became blurry and spinning.
"I hope this secret rots in your heart forever."
Ian's ear.
Dumbledore's pleading voice sounded.
On that day.
He lost his sister.
I can't lose my only brother again...
(End of chapter)