Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 129 128: Chaos! The first generation is a piece of shit!
In the mysterious underground palace.

Ian found something strange: there was no runaway mother, no gambling father, no academically excellent brother, and no girl who went into prostitution. Instead, there was a person who came back from the dead!
"Professor Ronnie Erich..."

The voice and appearance of the man lying on the ground seemed so unreal, and as someone who had seen the other person's body with his own eyes, Ian's current mood was really difficult to describe in words - he even felt that his scalp was tingling and his thoughts were even more confused than when he knew that he might be trapped in a time loop.

It would be fine if the trick left by Slytherin had trapped him in a time loop, but how come a professor who had died not long ago could be resurrected in this loop with unknown purpose?
Is there any way in the school to intercept the souls of those who died here? If not, shouldn't Professor Ronnie Erich's soul have gone to the misty fantasy before the beginning of this cycle, or set foot on a mysterious land that is farther away than the misty fantasy!

The fact that Ariana was not affected before clearly shows that the means left by Slytherin should not be able to extend to the hazy illusion and take effect.

The most important thing is that even if the remnants of Slytherin in Hogwarts really have the ability to resurrect, why would the one who was resurrected be the saint who had just entered Hogwarts and worked for less than a day this semester?

Many doubts.

One after another, emotions began to rise in Ian's heart.

"I don't understand! I really don't understand!" Ian didn't believe that Salazar Slytherin could have foreseen what would happen in Hogwarts a thousand years ago and made preparations and left his own mark.

Unless Slytherin was still alive and knew what was happening in Hogwarts, the only reasonable explanation he could think of was that Slytherin's legacy would intercept the souls of recently dead people and resurrect the captured souls in the dungeon after someone triggered the legacy in the dungeon.

If that's the case.

This kind of resurrection must have some meaning, at least for Salazar Slytherin, it needs to be demonstrated or tested to those who come later who trigger the remains of the underground palace.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, little guy... Although I may have suffered some unknown influence that caused my memory to be confused, I think I still know whether I am dead or alive."

Professor Ronnie Erich probably broke several ribs in the previous collision with the dragon bone. When he got up, he was coughing violently and covering his chest which was in constant pain.

"No, professor, I don't think you understand what is happening now." Ian's eyes were still shaking slightly, but his thoughts were becoming clearer.

He had a very strong premonition in his heart.

Just as guessed at the beginning, the key to breaking the curse on his hand is indeed in this underground palace, that is, the former professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who has come back to life without knowing it.

"I find it easy to understand." Professor Ronnie Erich did not dare to pick up the wand. He discovered that the little wizard was emotionally sensitive, so he just sighed as he looked at his wand that had fallen far away.

"As you can see, my memory is confused, and I don't know how much time has passed. All signs indicate that I was attacked by the Imperius Curse and was controlled by a mysterious person."

"That mysterious man might have met with an accident, or he might have used me to accomplish his goal... That's why I gradually regained my self-awareness from his Imperius Curse."

It has to be said that Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's judgment is actually reasonable. His current state is indeed similar to that of a person who has been cast under the Imperius Curse and then regained consciousness.

however.

This is certainly not true.

Ian had clearly seen the pieced-together body parts of the man in front of him, and those parts were eventually verified by several professors and even Headmaster Dumbledore himself to be Ronnie Erich.

"I've said it more than once, Professor, you should have died." Ian didn't think about hiding the truth, nor did he worry that Professor Ronnie Erich would have a mental breakdown after knowing the truth. From the ruthlessness when he cast the disarming spell just now, it can be seen that he was really not familiar with this professor who died just one or two days after taking office.

"Hehe, the dead won't be hit by your magic." Professor Ronnie Erich was not mentally traumatized because this guy didn't believe what Ian said at all.

"What grade are you in now?"

The Ian in his memory was shorter than he is now.

"First grade, and it's just approaching Christmas... I want to know what you still remember?" Ian answered the other party's question and raised his own doubts.

"You're still in the first grade... Tsk tsk."

Professor Ronnie Erich did not answer immediately. He first looked at his hand where the wand had been lost, and then looked at the wand that was very far away from him.

The second-generation saint's eyes were filled with complex emotions and a little fanaticism hidden in the fact that a young wizard who had just entered school could actually release such a powerful disarming spell.

"I saw the traces of Transfiguration you left behind in the Owl Shed before. It was an extremely amazing spell. At that time, I thought you were just a very good dark wizard seedling."

"Who would have thought that in just a few dozen days, you have already learned the Killing Curse." Professor Ronnie Erich thought of the green light on Ian's wand. He believed in his judgment that it was definitely a silent spell that was ready to be cast. The young wizard's proficiency in it was far better than that of the Disarming Curse.

"Professor, can you answer my question? I want to know when was the last moment of your clear memory." Ian felt that the other party didn't want to answer his question at all.

as predicted.

Even though Professor Ronnie Erich was unarmed and could only support his body by leaning on his keel, he still ignored Ian's question with a smile.

"To be honest, Hogwarts cannot accommodate a talent like you. The headmaster here always hates anyone who studies the dark arts. I think he would not forgive you if he knew your situation."

This guy's chest was sunken, and he kept spitting out blood from his mouth. He was obviously in a very miserable state, but he still tried to scare Ian with school rules.

"Dumbledore and I have a very good relationship, you don't have to worry." Ian rolled his eyes. He felt it was really difficult to communicate with someone whose thoughts were still stuck in the past.

"The people he likes to hurt the most are those who think they have a good relationship with him. You don't know our headmaster." Professor Ronnie Erich made no secret of his prejudice against Albus Dumbledore.

As a saint.

It was reasonable for him to have such thoughts. The only unreasonable thing was that he should not have exposed himself like this. This behavior was just short of telling Ian directly that he was a Hogwarts traitor.

"I know our principal too well. You are the one who has no idea of ​​your current situation. I hope you won't use other topics to divert my inquiry."

Ian frowned.

He searched the underground palace again but couldn't find anything else unusual, which further deepened his belief that Professor Ronnie Erich was the key to the problem.

"Sorry, that's a secret I can't tell you."

Professor Ronnie Erich shook his aching head and finally answered Ian's continuous questions directly. He continued to speak to Ian in a tempting tone.

"Hogwarts is not suitable for you. I know a better place where you can truly realize your potential." His intention to want Ryan to join was very obvious.

This may be the generation gap that arises between people living at different points in time.

"Professor, you'd better save your energy. Nurmengard is not a good place for further study right now." Ian patted his forehead speechlessly.

His words made Professor Ronnie Erich's pupils shrink suddenly.

"How is this possible! Damn it! What did you know?" Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's tone became unusually nervous. He was not so emotional even when he suspected that he had been under the Imperius Curse.

"You are Gellert Grindelwald's man. I guess this should not be a secret, right?" Ian did not expect Professor Ronnie Erich's reaction to be so big.

The professor first covered his head, and then his eyes became cloudy.

"Obviously, I'm here to monitor Dumbledore, but that's not the case..." Professor Ronnie Erich stopped pretending, but his expression suddenly changed when he said this.

"I see! It seems that the person who cast the Imperius Curse on me was Dumbledore... As expected, only a wizard like him could have cast the curse on me without me realizing it."

"No wonder I'm still alive. The hypocritical Dumbledore likes to flaunt his moral superiority in this way." Professor Ronnie Erich looked like he connected all the information together.

He turned his extremely cloudy eyes and looked around.

"Everything makes sense. This is the prison of Hogwarts, right? He couldn't find the answer from my memory, so he wants to use a little wizard like you to get the answer?"

Professor Ronnie Erich sneered, "Unfortunately, there is nothing hidden in my memory. I thought the purpose of coming here was to find you."

"But now it seems that you have chosen Dumbledore... and he even let you participate in my interrogation. Tsk tsk, maybe you think this is a sign of respect for you."

"I think your final fate will be the same as others who believed him. You were only eleven years old, and he taught you the Killing Curse. How do you know that you are not a weapon created by him?"

"Let me think about it. You have a Voldemort here, right? Wasn't he also Dumbledore's favorite disciple?" Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, who was seriously injured just now but still had a friendly face, now had an extremely sinister attitude and tone, and even wanted to give Dumbledore a slap in the face in front of Ian.

The young wizard remained unmoved.

This method might be effective on Harry Potter, but to him it was just nonsense. As a good brother of the Dumbledore family, how could he not know whether Voldemort was Dumbledore's favorite disciple?
"You overestimate yourself and underestimate our principal... Why do you think he wants to check your memory and would be troubled by your method of hiding memory?"

Ian found it difficult to communicate with Professor Ronnie Erich.

"I have no hidden memories!"

Professor Ronnie Erich raised his voice a little. This might be true. Even if he really had a mission to carry out, Gellert Grindelwald would definitely not tell him right away.

after all.

Although the professor was unaware of Dumbledore's abilities, Gellert Grindelwald would certainly not be as foolish as him to give instructions only at the last minute in order to avoid being spied on by Dumbledore.

"To be honest, I really don't want to use violence, especially when I'm a student and you're a professor. I just want to know what happened to you."

"I hope you won't force me...Professor...who hasn't taught me yet." Ian's patience also has its limits. He spoke to Professor Ronnie Erich in a sincere and serious tone.

"Heh, what will you do? Continue to use the Killing Curse on me? I suggest you try the Cruciatus Curse. If you haven't learned it yet, I can teach you a little bit now."

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich showed his tough side.

"The Cruciatus Curse won't give me the answer I want, so... I'll use Soul Stealer!" Ian's wand flashed, and his eyes, staring into Professor Ronnie Erich's, were also tinged with a weird color.

next moment.

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich became a little confused. His expression showed some struggle, and his will was clearly firm. If this was Ian's level 2 Imperius Curse, the effect might not be very good.

however.

After all, [Soul Stealing] is closer to [Lecipient]. Ian entered into Professor Ronnie Erich's thoughts, but the other party's chaotic and fragmented memory fragments made him a little at a loss as to where to start.

"How could it be so broken!"

It was hard for Ian to imagine that Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, whose memory was shattered, could still communicate normally. Perhaps the reason why this guy was so sure that everything was Dumbledore's conspiracy was also related to the shattered memory and thinking.

"I still don't believe it!"

The young wizard tried to manually piece together Professor Ronnie Erich's memories, and he discovered something extremely strange: the professor had hundreds of different experiences of the same thing. For example, when he was having breakfast the day before school started, the professor's memories contained different scenes of eating.

In some clips, he's eating oatmeal, in others, he's eating a sandwich, and in some clips, he's not eating anything at all - it's like the professor is the one experiencing the loop.

Every moment is so real.

But all the fragments seem to be somewhat specious.

"I hope I won't end up like this." Ian felt a chill on his spine again. Fortunately, there was no Ouroboros curse on the back of Professor Ronnie Erich's hand.

In Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's messy memory, Ian found it difficult to piece together a complete experience. Perhaps Professor Ronnie Ehrlich himself could not tell what was true and what was false.

"No wonder just now he even suspected that several years had passed." Ian found it hard to imagine what kind of willpower could allow Professor Ronnie Erich to remain in a state where he could communicate.

He felt that if his memory became so disorganized and fragmented, even if he didn't go crazy, he might have become a mentally handicapped person who had difficulty communicating with others.

Time passed by minute by minute.

More than half an hour later.

"I can't tell the difference, damn it, I really can't tell the difference!"

Ian exited Professor Ronnie Erich's memory with a frustrated expression.

"I told you, I'm not hiding my memories."

Without the influence of magic, Professor Ronnie Erich, who had regained his clarity of mind, collapsed on the ground, but the look he gave Ian was still filled with a certain inexplicable gloating.

"If you can calm down a bit, I think we can go talk to the people you are loyal to now." Ian really had no idea what to do with this professor who was imagining too much. Maybe Ronnie Erich's mental state was really problematic, otherwise how could a normal person imagine so many absurd possibilities.

"You think I will believe you?"

Professor Ronnie Erich's eyes seemed to see through everything and he was not moved at all, as if he was sure that Ian would only take him to see Dumbledore who had transformed into Grindelwald.

"I can understand that your mind is not clear right now, but I really don't want you to delay my Christmas time." Seeing that he could not persuade Professor Ronnie Erich, Ian immediately turned around and left.

"where are you going!"

Professor Ronnie Erich quickly caught up.

"Go find someone who can help you give me an answer." When Ian turned around, he was surprised to find that Professor Ronnie Erich just chased him into the passage outside the underground palace.

"That little girl Aurora can't order me around."

The former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor stood within the reach of the last candle and did not dare to move forward. He stopped abruptly as if he had sensed something.

"What's wrong with me?"

Professor Ronnie Erich took a step hesitantly, but before he could take a step, he immediately covered his head and let out a roar and shout that was as loud as his lungs splitting.

"Ahhh!"

His distorted expression looked as if he was in great pain.

"You can't come out?"

Ian stared at the crimson candle thoughtfully.

"There's a voice in my head! A voice is warning me! Get out! Get out!" Professor Ronnie Erich held his head, knelt on the ground with a hunched back, and screamed hysterically.

The scene of the distorted expression and trembling body made Ian's scalp numb again - this was probably the only expression of pain that a person who was hit by the Cruciatus Curse could express.

It was as if the soul was trembling.

"This resurrection from the dead... is worse than nothing." Ian felt a little sorry for Professor Ronnie Erich. He raised his hand and cast a spell to throw Professor Ronnie Erich back into the underground palace.

as predicted.

As soon as Professor Ronnie Erich returned to the underground palace, he stopped roaring and just lay on the ground gasping for air. He looked towards the direction of the passage and asked Ian in fear.

"What on earth did you do to me?"

His expression was full of horror.

"I also want to know what Salazar Slytherin did to you."

Ian did not stay in the passage of the underground palace for too long. Under the somewhat stunned gaze of Professor Ronnie Erich, he quickly ran up the stairs.

"This professor was also unlucky. He survived, but it felt worse than death."

Ian knew that if he wanted to get useful information from Professor Ronnie Erich, he had to find the right person. Only Gellert Grindelwald could make Professor Ronnie Erich tell him everything he knew.

of course.

Judging from the degree of confusion in Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's memory, the credibility of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's words is probably not high. It depends on whether Grindelwald and Dumbledore can piece together the truth that he cannot.

"It's a pity that I don't know where Slytherin is buried, otherwise I would definitely find him based on his remains and bring people to block him in the misty illusion to ask about the situation."

Ian ran up the stairs.

The original 40-minute journey was compressed into more than 10 minutes by him.

Amazing physical fitness.

"Dumbledore is probably in Hogsmeade, and Grindelwald is in his office." Ian prepared to find both of them and explain to them what happened.

However, the plan was very complete.

But as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.

"Well, you probably won't be able to find me in the office. After all, I'm not in the office now." Grindelwald's voice rang in Ian's ears immediately after Ian drilled out of the big hole in the bathroom on the second floor. The first generation wearing black long clothes was actually standing in the bathroom at this time.

"what?"

Ian didn't expect to run into Grindelwald as soon as he came out of the secret passage.

"It's actually on your side."

Grindelwald looked at the sink that automatically returned to its original position after Ian came out, and his tone was surprised. He was standing at the same sink that Ian was standing at.

From the way Grindelwald was bending over and studying the sink, it was not difficult to see that he was looking for something before Ian came out. His hands were touching a faucet with a snake-shaped relief.

"Grindelwald... Professor Lockhart." Ian looked at Grindelwald who was walking over with some surprise. His eyes widened the next moment as if he realized something.

"Are you looking for me?"

Ian didn't think that Grindelwald had deliberately taken a long detour to the abandoned toilet to relieve himself. This was the place where only some young wizards with unique sexual fetishes who wanted to fall in love with Myrtle would appear.

"I noticed that your name disappeared from the map at this place." Grindelwald took out a Marauder's Map, which was the work that Ian sold to someone unknown.

"Um...according to the map, I should be sleeping in the dormitory..." Ian looked at Grindelwald with a smile on his face and realized that his little work on the map must have been cracked by him.

"You really should be sleeping in your dorm now, instead of taking any risks late at night. You know, according to my judgment, there are more dangers lurking in this school than just your Dark Lord."

Grindelwald's voice was full of meaning.

Before Ian could ask.

Grindelwald had already touched the sink which had been closed again.

"I think this leads to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, right?" It was obvious that the current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had done quite in-depth research on the history and secrets of Hogwarts.

"Not only Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, but also the unknown underground palace of Hogwarts. And now, our deceased Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Ronnie Erich, is inside."

Ian certainly remembered the help he needed to seek.

"Ok?"

The smile on Grindelwald's face froze a little. He looked seriously at the little wizard in front of him with a somewhat anxious expression, and his deep eyes gradually narrowed.

"I don't think this is a funny joke. I have already sent Ronnie Erich's body back to his hometown." His tone was serious and earnest.

obviously.

Even for a wizard like Grindelwald, it is difficult to imagine coming back to life from the dead.

"This is not a joke, professor, Ronnie Erich is alive again!" Ian immediately narrated how he met Ronnie Erich in the underground palace and how he discovered that something was wrong with Ronnie Erich.

Seeing Grindelwald's brows slowly frowning, Ian couldn't help but continue speaking, "Perhaps you should send someone to check if the bodies you buried are still there."

This is definitely a question worth verifying.

just.

Grindelwald shook his head.

"It's a nice story, but it's impossible for this to happen. If you want to convince me, you need to provide me with some convincing evidence."

There was no emotion in Grindelwald's tone.

"We can go to the underground palace now." As he said that, Ian used Parseltongue to open the door of the secret passage again, but when he wanted to enter, he was pulled by Grindelwald.

"Wait a minute."

Grindelwald seemed in no hurry.

"You want me to show you the evidence, right? Ronnie Erich is alive and well in the underground palace. You'll know once you see him." Ian was somewhat puzzled by Grindelwald's procrastination.

"We need to wait for Dumbledore here." Grindelwald paused for a moment and immediately added, "This is his school after all."

I never realized before that he was such a law-abiding person!

This is not written in the history books!
"When did you inform Dumbledore?"

Ian was a little stunned.

He didn't see any other movements from Grindelwald.

"Just now."

Grindelwald smiled and responded concisely, "We are old friends after all, so there are always some special ways of contacting each other. I may be able to teach you when I have the chance."

Since he said so, what else could Ian say? He could only wait together - in fact, Ian had also planned to seek Dumbledore's help.

Inside the empty girls' bathroom.

Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the sink.

The atmosphere was a little dull.

suddenly.

"Perhaps you could first tell me about some other things that happened to you." Grindelwald stared at the little wizard beside him with his calm and deep eyes.

"..."

Ian was stunned by Grindelwald's sudden words.

What's up with these old guys?

"I did encounter some situations, not just Professor Ronnie Erich who survived..." After hesitating for a moment, Ian told his experience.

He originally planned to seek a safer approach and only told Dumbledore about the time loop he encountered in the presence of Dumbledore. After all, he trusted his friend's brother more than Grindelwald.

but.

Since Grindelwald had already asked, it would be inappropriate not to say it. He found it difficult to understand how Grindelwald could have noticed the abnormality.

"That's not what I'm asking, but... interesting, is this the legacy of Salazar Slytherin?" Grindelwald looked at Ian's raised hand and his tone was filled with surprise.

It was not as unbelievable as Ian had imagined.

"You know about this?"

Ian felt that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a little too stable.

"I've never encountered it, nor have I heard of it. That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?" Grindelwald grabbed Ian's hand and cast some magic on his own eyes.

"Ah."

The smile on his face became more obvious. "In fact, I can't see the pattern on the back of your hand, nor can I feel the magical power contained in the back of your hand."

talking.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, speaking calmly, took out a bottle of potion and poured it directly on the back of Ian's hand. Ian saw the flashing Ouroboros seal becoming more obvious.

Not only that, even the fiery red lines given by Ariana also appeared, and another pattern that Ian had never seen before also appeared on the back of his hand at the same time.

"Sure enough."

Grindelwald seemed to be able to see half of the Ouroboros Seal, but his gaze only stayed on the Ouroboros Seal for a moment, and then his eyes were fixed on the fiery red lines.

"It seems that some of the rumors in the castle are not groundless." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor spoke for no reason, with an unprecedented seriousness in his tone.

"What kind of potion is this?"

Ian only smelled some familiar materials.

"Bloodline potion, which can reveal special bloodline." Grindelwald's answer caught Ian off guard. He widened his eyes and looked a little doubtful.

"I am tainted by Slytherin blood?"

The young wizard's train of thought was indeed somewhat different from that of an ordinary person. This was understandable, as he had thought that he was only cursed, but he had unexpectedly been infused with something else without knowing it.

"Then I learned Parseltongue for nothing!"

Ian's continuous focus was somewhat beyond Grindelwald's expectations.

"..."

He was silent for a long time, and then he said speechlessly, "Perhaps you already have Slytherin blood in your body. After all, intermarriage between wizards is very common."

"They are all wizards living on this land. It is not impossible that they have mixed special bloodlines." Grindelwald looked at the other two patterns on the back of Ian's hand with some hint of meaning.

Ian felt like he was calling himself a bastard, but he couldn't produce any solid evidence.

"I'm sure I didn't have Slytherin blood before." Ian recalled the difficulty he had in learning Parseltongue, which didn't seem like he had Slytherin blood.

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Grindelwald chuckled.

"I just want to erase this thing now. I think it is what brought me back to the present." Ian said in a firm tone. He is the last disciple of the legendary witch Morgan. If it comes to Slytherin, there is more than a generation difference between him and Slytherin. Who would like to be taken advantage of by Slytherin who did not give any benefits but just played a prank on him?

"The problem will be solved."

Grindelwald smiled easily.

This made Ian feel a lot more at ease.

He even had the leisure to pay attention to the potion that Grindelwald had just used.

"Professor, can you give me the formula of this potion?" Ian stared at the empty bottle in Grindelwald's hand. He had never seen the introduction of this kind of potion in the library.

Perhaps it was because paternity testing was equally sensitive to the wizarding world, and for the sake of harmony and stability in the wizarding world, the Department of Mysteries had also taken action against this potion formula that made men and women uneasy?

"You should ask your Potions professor."

Grindelwald rejected Ian's request.

"You are so stingy."

Ian sighed in disappointment.

"I don't have the recipe, so you should go ask your Potions professor for the recipe. He brews a lot of this potion, and I just took a bottle."

Grindelwald re-explained what he meant.

"????"

Ian was confused.

It seems that it’s not just the little wizard and Quirrell who buy goods from their good uncle!

"I didn't expect you would do such a thing."

Ian smiled awkwardly.

Grindelwald smiled happily, "Your good uncle has insulted me in public more than once, and he is still alive, not just because my temper has improved a lot now."

"His potion-making skills are indeed good." Grindelwald's tone was somewhat emotional. It was hard to imagine how many times he had delivered goods to Snape's locked office.

Ian felt that he would be sorry to his uncle if he continued the conversation.

He chose to change the subject.

"When Principal Dumbledore comes, you really need to see Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's current condition." Ian recalled Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's extremely strange multiple memories.

He felt that what Professor Ronnie Erich had suffered was definitely not just a time loop.

"I thought you would ask about the meaning of the other two patterns, but it seems that you already know your situation." Grindelwald nodded and continued.

The old guy's observation skills are really amazing.

He read a lot of information from Ian's expression.

"Forehead……"

Ian didn't know how to answer. The pattern he saw first must be the special bloodline of the Prince family. After all, there must be a reason why every generation can become a master of potions. The other fiery red pattern came from Ariana's gift. This was a problem that was difficult to explain without exposing the hazy illusion.

Just when Ian was thinking about how to change the subject, Grindelwald seemed to have found a reason for Ian.

"I always thought I knew the Dumbledore family better than Albus, but now it seems...tsk tsk." Grindelwald didn't know what he was sighing about.

He suddenly stopped talking and turned to look towards the bathroom door. He saw Albus Dumbledore in a purple robe just walking in from outside.

"Gellert, this is not April Fools' Day."

There were some bruises on the old headmaster's face. One hand was holding the potion and pouring it into his mouth, while on the other hand there was a fiery red phoenix standing on it.

Ian was about to speak when he saw Albus Dumbledore.

"Little guy, please forgive me for my slight betrayal of you. After all, it is not easy to call our principal back from his relatives."

Grindelwald suddenly lowered his voice, and before Ian could speak, he apologized to Ian. Just when Ian was confused and didn't understand what he was saying, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor quickly walked up to Albus Dumbledore.

"Albus, I didn't lie to you."

Grindelwald stood in front of Albus Dumbledore.

He turned and pointed his finger at Ian.

"This is definitely what really happened. It was that little ghost over there. I saw it with my own eyes in my crystal ball. He was running wildly in the corridor on the eighth floor with Ariana's soul!"

"He must have some big secret that I don't know about!"

hard to imagine.

This is the first generation Dark Demon King in the eyes of the world.

He sounded excited.

Reporting the little wizard to Dumbledore...

(End of this chapter)