"The contract is divided into two parts. The first part allows me to study the power in your body - Obscurus." Ian said calmly.
"Research? Obscurus? What is that?" Barebone's face was gloomy, with obvious displeasure in his tone.
After all, no one wants to be used as experimental material.
"I almost forgot." Ian's expression was calm, and his voice was slightly calm and organized like a professor, "You don't even know what you are, nor do you understand the source of power in your body.
When a wizard or witch is forced to suppress their magical talents - whether due to fear, abuse or trauma - an uncontrollable dark force of Parasite is born within them, called 'Obscurus', and the host is called 'Obscurial'."
He approached slowly, his eyes sharp and calm.
"You've seen your own power out of control - destructive, chaotic, almost uncontrollable.
In the era when wizards were hunted by Muggles, Obscurial was very common.
But since the wizarding society retreated, this kind of existence has almost disappeared.
Most Obscurial cannot live past the age of ten, but you are different."
Ian's voice was slightly deeper. "Your bloodline is different from others.
I speculate that it is this bloodline that allows you not only to survive, but also to control that power to a certain extent.
That's what interests me."
"Bloodline?" Barebone raised his head, his eyes flashing, "You mean my family? Do you know whose child I am?"
Ian looked at him calmly. "I do know, but I won't tell you now."
"Why!" Barebone suddenly roared, and his emotions completely exploded.
The air vibrated instantly, and a violent black energy spurted out from his body, rushing towards Ian.
However, Ian didn't even move.
An invisible shield flashed and reflected the black energy back.
Barebone was blown away, hit the wall hard, and fell to the ground.
Ian approached, his tone still calm. "Are you calm?"
Barebone gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with pain and Wrath.
"If you really know, then tell me!
As long as you tell the truth, I will sign your contract immediately!"
Ian was silent for a moment.
In fact, he originally planned to maintain the original timeline and try not to interfere with the process of destiny.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he no longer needed to be bound to the "original work".
"The thread of fate... I also want to find out its direction with my own hands."
He murmured softly in his heart, and his thoughts turned to a deeper realm:
"If 'death' can exist in a concrete way, then does 'destiny' also have its own entity?
Perhaps, studying the power of Barebone is the key to the truth of destiny."
After thinking for a moment, Ian said, "Okay, I agree to your conditions.
But you must sign the contract first and fully cooperate with me in the research.
But I want to warn you, this process may force you to relive those unpleasant childhood memories."
Barebone barely hesitated.
There was a flash of crazy desire in his eyes, and he took the parchment without hesitation and signed his name with trembling fingers.
He didn't even ask about the second part of the contract.
For him, if he can know his life experience, it doesn't matter what he pays.
Ian looked at the contract scroll shining with magic light patterns and nodded slightly. "Very good. I will start researching in seven days. Before that, I still have some things to deal with."
"Then can you tell me now?" Barebone grabbed his arm eagerly, "Whose child am I? Who is my family?"
Ian stared at him quietly for a long time and sighed, "Your real name is Aurelius Dumbledore."
Barebone's pupils shrank suddenly.
"You are the younger brother of Albus Dumbledore." Ian continued, "He is now one of the greatest wizards of this era, and will soon be called the 'White Wizard of the Century' by future generations."
Barebone was stunned in place, breathing in confusion.
He raised his head, his eyes shining with disbelief.
"Albus Dumbledore... I... am his brother?"
Ian didn't say anything more, just nodded lightly.
At that moment, Barebone seemed to have thousands of questions in his heart, but they all turned into a dull breath.
Ian didn't stop any longer.
He turned around Apparition and disappeared into the dim air.
--
A few days later.
Shabby Goat Inn.
The smell of stale and livestock mixed in the air was nauseating.
Ian didn't care and walked straight to the second floor.
In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the fireplace, staring at a portrait of a young man.
That person is--Aberforth·Dumbledore.
"Want to see her again?" Ian's voice broke the silence.
Aberforth stood up suddenly, pulled out the wand and pointed it at him. "Who are you?!"
That sense of oppression reminded him of Grindelwald and Albus—the strangers had the same terrifying aura.
"It doesn't matter who I am." Ian said calmly, "What matters is whether you want to see your sister again."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Aberforth yelled angrily, but did not put down the wand.
Ian took out a stone from his arms and placed it in the palm of his hand.
The stone surface glowed with a grayish white light.
"I think you should recognize it."
Aberforth's pupils shrank suddenly and his voice trembled. "That's one of...Resurrection Stone...?Deathly Hallows?"
He almost wanted to rush forward and seize it, but his reason stopped him.
Ian said calmly, "That's right. Through it, you can see her again, talk a few words, and say those unfinished words."
"I can make her Resurrection!" Aberforth roared excitedly.
"That's impossible." Ian interrupted him, "Resurrection Stone can only summon the projection of the soul, but cannot resurrect the dead."
Aberforth's expression slowly dimmed, and finally he sighed.
After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "What are your conditions?"
Ian's eyes flashed with a deep light.
"It's an agreement about the future."
"You sign it and I'll let you see her again."
--
The flickering candlelight reflected his stern silhouette.
At that moment, Ian's existence was like the arbiter of fate--
He not only controls life and death, but also weaves the truth.
In front of him, everyone's fate was rearranged like numbers.