Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 88 87: Dumbledore! Take it!

The scene is changing.

But he did not return to the principal's office as Ian had expected. The whole world seemed to be filled with countless overlapping lights and shadows, and pictures kept appearing like a movie.

Fragmented.

But it's not chaotic.

It has nothing to do with the memory that was concealed and modified by Albus Dumbledore in some way. It is the story after Ariana Dumbledore died in the accident.

Gellert Grindelwald left on the night of the incident. His back did not look hurried or embarrassed, but his expression and staggering steps were not as good as those of a hurried and embarrassed person.

Just as Ian sensed.

Aberforth Dumbledore might be the one who failed because he could not face the reality, but Albus Dumbledore chose to take all the pain and responsibility on himself.

In the rapidly changing scene, Aberforth Dumbledore waved his fist at Albus Dumbledore after the funeral, while Albus Dumbledore, with a bloody face, just knelt in front of the grave without saying a word.

Blood dripped down his face into the dirt.

The young man who was once full of vigor and vitality seemed to have disappeared, and his dreams and ambitions were buried with the last handful of soil in the grave. Depression became the main theme in his muddled days.

He finally returned to Hogwarts, to this school known as hope. Students came and went like flowing water, but teaching them was not the purpose of Albus Dumbledore's return.

In the library, the restricted book area, apart from the necessary teaching tasks, Albus Dumbledore spent almost all his time flipping through book after book.

From the legendary wizards in history to the talented magic scholars in modern times, Albus Dumbledore has studied the life-long efforts of many geniuses.

He learned a lot.

But without exception, none of them were what he desired. When Albus Dumbledore reached out to curses and the power of darkness, the despicable Hercule became his role model during this period.

Looking at the young man who seemed a little crazy and was eagerly seeking the secrets of the soul, but finally found nothing, he knelt down in the rainy night and screamed in anger to the sky.

It was difficult for Ian to connect this figure with the wise, benevolent old headmaster who was now praised by countless people. He could not help but turn his head to look at Headmaster Dumbledore who had been standing beside him.

"Our lesson is not over yet."

Albus Dumbledore just spoke gently, he wiped the tears behind his glasses, his voice was calm, his eyes still carried the lingering sadness and... shame.

There was no speech, no explanation. Albus Dumbledore simply revealed his memories, presenting the most unbearable past of his life to Ian.

It's so profound.

Teaching by example.

"I heard that Herbo's end was not good." Ian did not lose respect for Dumbledore because of what he saw. On the contrary, he had never felt as respectful to the old man next to him as he did today.

"That's how it should be."

Albus Dumbledore nodded slightly.

The scene continues.

Young Albus Dumbledore searched through the entire Hogwarts library and knew all the books there by heart, but he was not happy or excited about becoming powerful.

The power is growing.

The will becomes more and more depressed.

The more he understood, the more he realized that some things would never be possible. No one had ever been able to do it, and even he could only place his hopes on a legend that did not exist - the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak were the Deathly Hallows. According to legend, anyone who obtained these three items would become the master of the God of Death.

From scene after scene.

Ian noticed a detail.

Whether in study, life, or teaching, Albus Dumbledore always carried that book with him, which was "The Tales of Peter the Bard" which had been circulated since the Middle Ages.

Ian even came closer to observe carefully, however, to his disappointment, the author of "The Tales of Peter the Bard" was, just like the name of the collection, a name he had never heard of.

It's not a surprising AK47. Rowling's Squib Witch.

"If you like this book, I can give you a special edition." The real Albus Dumbledore probably misunderstood Ian's behavior of snatching the book from Memories.

"Many thanks."

Disappointed Ian originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that there might be Dumbledore's signature in the blank space above, and he was a craftsman with a 90-degree replica of the perfect spirit.

The serious attitude immediately confused Dumbledore.

"Just a book."

Albus Dumbledore didn't understand why Ian's face suddenly became happy. Perhaps, he was also a child who loved fairy tales as much as he did.

The only reason he was obsessed with fairy tales was that when he was young and reality could no longer give him hope, he could only find a ray of comfort in fairy tales.

until now.

The past that Albus Dumbledore showed Ian also illustrated this point. He had heard the story of the Deathly Hallows a long time ago. His friendship with Gellert Grindelwald had not yet been broken. When they were chatting and enjoying themselves on the grass, Gellert Grindelwald had mentioned looking for them. However, Dumbledore, who was full of ambition at the time, did not believe in false fairy tales.

of course.

It is also possible that the young Dumbledore believed more in his own power - in short, unable to satisfy his needs in reality, the young Albus Dumbledore embarked on a journey during the holidays.

A dreamlike fast forward begins.

Trek through mountains and rivers.

Albus Dumbledore did not find the stone that was said to have the power to interfere with life and death, but he saw the man again during his search.

Gellert Grindelwald.

This man is more powerful than before, and also far more radical than before. This may be a kind of healing. Gellert Grindelwald can be found in different countries.

Some said he was invincible, some said he would conquer the world. Countless followers emerged one after another, and Gellert Grindelwald also held the seemingly unrivaled wand in his hand.

"I will defeat fate!"

A long distance.

Someone is trying to keep him by hinting.

"As long as we are together, as long as we join forces, no one can stop us, we can do everything we want to do!"

It was like he was giving a speech to the believers.

Young Albus Dumbledore heard the man's declaration. That was the future they had imagined together, but his silent heart prevented him and the people around him from responding.

Many people knelt in front of Gellert Grindelwald, and they kissed the ground under Gellert Grindelwald's feet just like the Death Eaters did when facing Voldemort.

But it is not the power that Gellert Grindelwald possesses.

The battle has begun.

History also seemed to be about to be written.

Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, Germany, France, Hungary, Switzerland... the saints are following the leader's footsteps, and increasingly radical visions are beginning to emerge in the expansion.

Those who surrender can live.

Anyone who stands in the way can be killed...babies, pregnant women, the elderly, girls. Ian followed the young Albus Dumbledore and seemed to have returned to the era known as the Dark Ages.

There are wavering ones.

Gellert Grindelwald would let them go.

but.

He will still say it to the rest of the people.

"The law of the jungle is the law of nature. Only blood and fire can forge peace. For the sake of our families and responsibilities, only by fighting can we win a new future!"

"This is neither killing nor persecution. We are different from those cruel Americans. Muggles will still exist in our world, and our people will be born from them!"

"What we are doing is never a genocide! We are just fighting for our own race, exchanging the present for the future, and using the sacrifice of a few to quell the resistance of the majority!"

"I don't blame those who left, and I'm grateful to those who stayed. History will prove us right. Everyone, it's time for a new group to guide this world!"

"Even if we are guilty, we must... fight for the greater good!"

Amid cheers and excitement.

The black wave is sweeping even more violently.

The desolation was inevitable, and the young Albus Dumbledore had hesitated, struggled, and saved some people, but he had never been involved in this earth-shaking change.

The bright red and dazzling ornaments flashed by.

"That is a blood covenant, which is far more loyal than an unbreakable oath." Dumbledore beside Ian whispered and explained to him, "The two parties who signed the blood covenant cannot harm each other. Miss Grindelwald's grandfather and I once thought of subverting the world together. This is the guarantee and witness we agreed to give to each other."

There was a brief pause.

Dumbledore then continued.

"Of course, I'm not trying to find an excuse for my inaction. In fact, during this period, I was always obsessed with pursuing something else."

It is clear.

Young Albus Dumbledore was searching for the Resurrection Stone. He obviously didn't get what he wanted in the following years, until people kept asking him for help and he finally decided to step forward.

Newt Scamander's voice began to appear in the scene. With the help of young Albus Dumbledore, he successfully fought against Gellert Grindelwald again and again.

When the blood alliance breaks.

As recorded in the history of the wizarding world, a decisive battle between close friends began, and Gellert Grindelwald was ultimately defeated and "imprisoned" in that dim and dark tower.

There was a phoenix figure mixed in the picture, and the scene changed very quickly. Ian only saw the phoenix withering and going away, and a young man quietly waiting for death to come.

Time flows.

Many people are celebrating joy.

Few people noticed that Albus Dumbledore became even more depressed. He obtained the magic wand that was said to control fate, but he failed to prevent the tragedy that fate had brought upon him.

Seemingly a peaceful day.

Albus Dumbledore, who had become numb from searching and experiencing, stepped into the courtyard that Ian was familiar with.

Fire burning on the wardrobe.

It reflected the fear and desire in the eyes of a handsome young boy.

"This is another story. I don't think you need to learn anything from it. You just need to understand that you should never ignore the impact of your behavior on the people around you."

Albus Dumbledore stared at the boy in the middle of the scene.

"Maybe he had a bad personality from the beginning, but if I had paid more attention to him instead of intimidating him with disgust, he probably wouldn't have become as bad as he is now."

The old principal sighed slightly.

He looked very tired.

that's the truth.

After all, this is a trip down memory lane.

Dumbledore was essentially opening up the bloody wound, just so that Ian could learn something from his life and avoid making the same mistakes in the future.

"Is he Voldemort?"

Ian asked knowingly.

"His name is Tom Riddle. Of course, you are not wrong to call him Voldemort, but in the process of pursuing power, he abandoned his original name."

Albus Dumbledore turned around, the scene began to blur and spin, the light and shadow gradually became distorted, and the familiar Hogwarts headmaster's office reappeared.

Everything that happened before disappeared like a phantom. The silver utensils on the table were still steaming. The headmasters on the wall were whispering, and the Sorting Hat was complaining about Ian to the Phoenix Fawkes.

"You have to believe me, I will find a way to cure him sooner or later."

"Even Gryffindor doesn't dare to use the brush on me, why is he, a little wizard, so bold?"

"If Dumbledore hadn't protected him, I would have jumped up and hit him on the knee!"

Even though the Phoenix Fox ignored it, it couldn't stop chattering. It didn't until it saw Ian looking in its direction that it immediately closed its mouth and pretended to be dead.

"It's decided that it's you, Fox. Take it to the Black Lake to take a bath. Next time, I'll let you stay on my head a little longer!" Ian usually takes revenge on the same day.

Following his promise, Fox immediately grabbed the Sorting Hat and flew out the window.

"Prince, you are born vicious! When you have a child who comes to Hogwarts in the future, I will definitely send him directly to Azkaban!" The hysterical scream of the Sorting Hat gradually faded away.

"How funny! I won't have children." Ian didn't take the Sorting Hat's threat seriously. He looked at Dumbledore. At this time, the old headmaster had already taken a book from the bookshelf.

"It's a gift, after all, it took up a lot of your time."

He handed Ian the Tales of Peter the Bard.

"Thank you!"

Ian took the book from Dumbledore and couldn't wait to turn the pages. Sure enough, in the blank space of the first page, there was a paragraph about Dumbledore's opinion on the book.

And right behind the comment was Dumbledore's signature. Unlike the notes in the restricted section of the library, this piece of paper had a lot of blank space.

"It will be useful sooner or later!"

Ian's contentment still made Dumbledore difficult to understand.

"Aren't you going to ask about the Three Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore obviously had a new misunderstanding, and he put his Elder Wand on the desk.

Ian didn't even look at it.

"I have read stories about them in other books. Excuse me, if the Three Deathly Hallows are really that powerful, how could Aurora's grandfather lose to you?"

Ian knew the truth about the Three Holy Artifacts. Indeed, they were extremely powerful alchemical creations, but Ian's alchemical level was obviously not yet at the level where he could analyze them.

As for their effects.

Whether it is the Resurrection Stone or the Invisibility Cloak, they are all boasting rather than practical use. Perhaps the Elder Wand is the most worthy of the name, but Ian believes that great power must belong to oneself.

Whoever gets it will be invincible?
Countless facts have proved that such rumors are really not as good as Avada Lightning Chain.

"A very wise opinion. As I said, you really see things better than many adult wizards." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down.

He looked very tired and exhausted, leaning back in his chair, like a summer intern who had been screwing screws in the factory for 15 hours and then returned to the staff dormitory.

"I hope today's journey will be helpful to you." Dumbledore whispered.

Ian put The Tales of Peter the Bard into his arms.

"Don't you have any questions?"

He decided to return the favor.

When a brilliant and great elder treats him honestly and uses his painful past just to make him understand some truths, he should certainly respond with the most sincere trust.

Anyway, some things have been leaked accidentally.

"You have already told me the answer with your actions, so I don't need a verbal answer."

Faced with Ian's direct question, Dumbledore shook his head, took off his cloudy glasses, and began to wipe the tear marks on them with a small handkerchief.

"To be honest, on the day I found out the answer, I was jealous of you...really, Ian, very jealous, I never thought I would ever feel this emotion."

Dumbledore's hands were shaking. "What an incredible talent! I've heard that Merlin has this ability, but I've never been able to verify it despite my lifelong pursuit."

"In fact, it's not just Merlin. Among some miscellaneous items that have never been made public at Hogwarts, I also found a notebook from Helga Hufflepuff, the founder of Hufflepuff."

"That was probably the clue I had hoped for the most in a long time." Dumbledore put his glasses back on, with a look of deep regret in his eyes.

"What clue?"

Ian asked curiously.

Dumbledore did not continue to be the Riddler and hide the truth. "In the story collection of Peter the Bard, there is a story about the Three Deathly Hallows. It tells the story of three brothers making a deal with the God of Death."

Hearing here.

Ian took out the book from his arms and turned to the corresponding page.

[Once upon a time, there were three brothers who met the god of death by the river...]

The story is not long.

It is probably the origin of the three Deathly Hallows and the fairy tale they triggered. The eldest chose the old magic wand that dominated fate, the second chose the resurrection stone that could summon relatives, and the third chose the invisibility cloak that could avoid everything. In the end, the eldest died of the fickleness of fate, and the second died of the blasphemy of life and death.

Only the clever third brother left the ultimate invisibility cloak to his son when he was old, and like his old friend, he left the world with the coming god of death.

"What does this story have to do with the notes of Helga Hufflepuff's ancestor?" Ian felt a little confused. Could it be that Helga Hufflepuff had also seen the god of death?

"Yes, Ian."

Dumbledore nodded, his expression lost in reminiscence. "In that notebook, is there another story, or a more credible piece of history?"

He seemed unsure of his words. After all.

"I can't confirm the authenticity of the record, because I have searched many places and have not been able to find any way to verify what Helga Hufflepuff mentioned in the record."

Dumbledore's voice was filled with regret and a sense of melancholy.

His words made Ian even more curious.

"whats the matter?"

This was obviously a little-known secret. Ian might not be interested in the gossip among the little wizards, but he really liked to obtain secrets and knowledge that others didn't know.

"Just like the three brothers in Peter the Bard's story collection, Helga Hufflepuff once said that she was a witness to a transaction between the other three founders and the Lord of the Dead."

"According to the ancient contract of the Ravenclaw family, each of the three founders received a gift, but they also had to bear a price..."

"Helga Hufflepuff did not elaborate on this point."

"She just boasted in her notes that she was the smartest among the four giants and had read the story of the three brothers, so she did not get involved in the transaction."

Dumbledore's tone was full of emotion.

"Of course, although I have no intention of offending the founders, judging from the cause of Helga Hufflepuff's death, perhaps she was not as smart as she thought." Perhaps only a wizard like Albus Dumbledore would dare to comment on the founder of Hogwarts in this way.

"Lord of the Dead Country?"

Ian's focus was on something else. He seemed to remember something, and a frown appeared on his young face.

"It's just my personal opinion. Helga Hufflepuff loved reading biographical novels when she was alive. Perhaps this is her alternative name for the god of death?"

Dumbledore was just guessing.

"Anyway, Helga Hufflepuff's Notes also provide me with new hope. After all, she is the founder. The things recorded in the notes can't be stories she wrote herself, right?"

Judging from Dumbledore's uncertain tone, he has obviously begun to doubt Helga Hufflepuff, but this suspicion obviously has certain reasonable reasons.

"As a young man, if I could, I would certainly be willing to sign any form of contract with the god of death. As long as it can save the tragedy that I caused, any price can be accepted."

"I spent a long time studying the history of the Ravenclaw family, but I still couldn't find the contract, just like I didn't find the legendary Resurrection Stone."

"As for trying to communicate with the world of the dead, the existing contracts and ancient books don't work, and curses don't work either. I've also thought about creating my own, but to this day I still haven't succeeded."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, and there was a hint of fatigue in his tone, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

"I had actually chosen to seal my obsession until you showed up. It was as if fate had played a joke on me, allowing me to see a definite possibility in you."

His voice began to tremble. "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really can't bear it...Ariana, what kind of life is she living on the other side."

The pleading eyes appeared again.

Ian was a little overwhelmed.

"Principal Dumbledore, we all know that it's just a transit station. Ariana was just waiting there. She doesn't seem to blame anyone."

"At least, when she talks about her two brothers here, she is always full of joy and nostalgia. She has told me more than once how good her brothers were to her."

Ian's response made Dumbledore tear up and he even began to choke up.

"That's not the case, that's not the case... I have always been very selfish. I even thought that it would be enough for Aberforth to take care of her. Family was just a burden to me."

"I have never been a good brother."

Dumbledore was not comforted by Ian's words. Instead, he covered his face with even more sadness and guilt. This was probably a side of him that no one had ever seen.

"I don't know much about that place, but I am sure of one thing: hatred and resentment are eternal memories, but Ariana only remembers the good things in the past."

"Professor, she has already chosen to forgive." Ian wanted to stand up and lean over the table to pat Dumbledore on the back, but his little hand could only reach Dumbledore's head.

He still chose to take a photo.

Accomplished an achievement that even Voldemort dared not even think about.

"Thank you, Ian, for making me realize that she was there." Dumbledore's voice was low and hoarse, and his firm eyes when he raised his head made Ian feel a chill down his spine.

"Professor! I am trying to comfort you, but you can't hurt me. Ariana warned me not to reveal this secret. She wants to see you and your brother die of old age!"

Ian may have used some rhetorical devices in his words.

There's nothing we can do about it.

He felt he had to speak up.

otherwise.

Judging from some of the emotions he felt today, he couldn't guarantee that he would wake up happily for class tomorrow, and then he would be among a group of people seeing Albus Dumbledore hanged in the headmaster's office.

The kind with a long tongue.

Maybe in order to reunite his family, Albus Dumbledore hanged himself, and Aberforth, who was tricked into suffering misfortune, might be next to his body.

Just thinking about that scene is horrific!
"You don't have to worry about that, Ian. I won't make any extreme choices."

Although Dumbledore said this, Ian dared to bet his roommate's limited edition underwear that he saw a hint of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes.

[Thought Perception] will not lie.

Old Bee is the one telling lies!

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ariana lives well there and will wait for you for a long, long time. She also has friends and may be much happier than she is here."

"After all, at least there is no Voldemort in that place... no Voldemort who can stand up and walk, eating melons everywhere." Ian felt that he should give Dumbledore a reassurance.

"Riddle will soon no longer be a threat." Dumbledore seemed to be a little too frank, and there was a light in his eyes that Ian could not understand.

"Ah? Do you want me to tell her the story of how Dumbledore outsmarted Voldemort? How many chapters? Do you want me to use some rhetoric to portray your greatness?"

Ian looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

"..."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, as if he had finally recovered his breath.

"Oh, by the way, Ariana also said before that if I encounter any problems while I am alive, I can ask her brother for help. Do you think she keeps her word?"

Ian suddenly remembered what happened in the hazy fantasy before school started.

"Of course."

Dumbledore stared at the young wizard in front of him.

His tone was gentle but seemed to carry a kind of power and was extremely solemn. "Ian Prince, from today on, the Dumbledore family will be your most reliable connection in the wizarding world."

This is obviously a solemn promise.

"Praise the ancestors, praise Hogwarts, praise the founder, and praise my good friend Ariana." Ian's heart leaped with joy, he knew that his compensation and apology were definitely secured.

This is the principal's promise!

Maybe when I go out later, I can start walking sideways in the corridors of Hogwarts? Sure enough! It’s always a good idea to make more good friends when you go out!

"I heard that Aurora was taken away by her family. I still owe her a gift in return. Will she return to Hogwarts to study?" Ian suddenly thought of another good friend of his.

"Because of the unfortunate experience of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Miss Grindelwald stayed under the protection of her family for a while. Now her family has sent her back to Hogwarts, but she will probably not be able to start classes until tomorrow." Dumbledore seemed to recall the conversation in the tower not long ago.

He considered it for a moment.

Then he spoke softly to Ian, "Miss Grindelwald grew up in an abnormal environment because of her background. I am very worried that she might go down an extreme path because of this."

"Many remaining saints want her to become the new nightmare of wizards, Ian. That should not be her mission. Perhaps you can provide her with some correct guidance through your friendship."

Dumbledore's tone was pleading.

Ian nodded without thinking.

"As a friend, I certainly have no choice but to do this. Only a fool would want to become the Dark Lord. Don't worry, I think Aurora is actually a kind person."

Ian patted his chest and made the promise.

Even when he tried to make up for the bug that the candles in the auditorium did not drip oil, Aurora thought he was a bad person. It was obvious that his good friend Aurora's values ​​were much more positive than his.

"Yes, idiot, I agree with your description. You are really much smarter than Riddle." Dumbledore smiled and nodded with great satisfaction.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first?"

Ian felt that the previous memory magic must have consumed a lot of Dumbledore's mental energy. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Dumbledore was like he had been screwing for 20 hours.

Ok.

It is now five hours longer than before.

"Of course no problem, you can always come back to me."

Dumbledore stood up to see him off.

He stopped at the office door.

"If possible, please give my regards to Ariana and tell her... everything will be as she wishes." Dumbledore requested in a low voice.

Ian nodded.

"I will bring your greetings and bring you replies from afar, and perhaps photos." He ran out the door, ready to borrow some books from the library while there was still some time.

The night is long.

Who can fall asleep without reading a few books?

As he was focusing on the running out of time, Ian did not notice that Dumbledore, who was about to return to his desk, suddenly turned around after he finished speaking.

His eyes were filled with horror.

……

The clock is ticking.

Dumbledore was leafing through some books.

He did not choose to sleep.

Instead, he was waiting for another meeting. When the young wizard knocked on the door of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore straightened his clothes and tried to make himself look no different from usual.

"Please come in."

Dumbledore forced himself to speak, and the wooden door was pushed open by a pair of small hands. Aurora, with a cold face, walked into the office where the Sorting Hat had not returned yet with some hesitation.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Aurora had a basic understanding, but was somewhat puzzled by her own experience. She had just returned to Hogwarts, and was she reported by someone for the more than 80 violations of school rules she had committed a few days ago?
"Please take a seat, Miss Grindelwald."

Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand, letting Aurora sit opposite him. The cautious girl was a little suspicious, and her eyes were full of suspicion.

"Did I make any mistake?"

She asked cautiously.

"That's not the case, Miss Grindelwald. I want to see you. It has nothing to do with the 107 school rules you broke. It's just for a different reason."

Dumbledore's tone remained gentle.

"..."

Aurora was stunned.

"Aren't there only eighty-three items?"

She frowned.

It was as if I had just counted them in my mind.

"It seems that you have memorized the school rules very well." Dumbledore's eyes twitched, but he still maintained a gentle expression. Aurora, who was sitting opposite him, was very wary of him.

"Am I going to be fired?"

Aurora wasn't nervous, but her voice sounded a little regretful.

"It's not a mistake unless you're caught. This is actually a school rule." Dumbledore winked at Aurora, without any intention of holding her accountable in his words.

"what?"

Aurora seemed surprised.

"In fact, I want to see you alone. This matter involves your good friend, Mr. Ian Prince." Dumbledore's words made Aurora's expression more serious.

Dumbledore noticed every slight change in her.

"Ms. Grindelwald, I'm sure you have realized that Ian is different from most young wizards." Aurora nodded hesitantly.

Dumbledore continued, "Among the people I have met, no one as talented as him has such powerful magic, and among those who have magic, no one has such a strong talent. To be honest, in fact, in my lifetime, I never thought that I would meet such an unattainable junior."

Albus Dumbledore was really feeling emotional and sighed.

"Can you get to the point?"

Aurora's eyes became more alert.

"Indeed, something happened tonight. I may have been a little long-winded. Let's get to the point, Miss Grindelwald. I hope you can become my apprentice."

Albus Dumbledore spoke seriously.

"apprentice?"

Aurora was a little confused.

"Yes, you will inherit all my knowledge and pass on my school." Dumbledore said very seriously. He believed that the girl in front of him must know the meaning of this ancient inheritance.

"Did my grandfather agree?"

Aurora was still a little shocked.

"You don't need his consent. This is something you need to decide for yourself." Dumbledore's voice was soft and gentle, and his eyes were filled with an unfathomable depth.

"I want to know why."

After a long silence, Aurora spoke in confusion.

Dumbledore nodded as if he had expected this, and responded in a serious voice, "Your friend, Mr. Ian Prince, has not lived in a normal environment since childhood because of his background. I am very worried that he might go down an extreme path because of this."

"His extraordinary talent will bring him a lot of bad attention, Miss Grindelwald. Perhaps you can become a friend who can help him get back on the right track in your friendship."

Such a familiar saying.

Luckily Ian wasn't here.

Otherwise, all of Hogwarts will know that Dumbledore is a liar tomorrow.

"You want me, Grindelwald, to stop Ian from becoming the Dark Lord?" Aurora's expression was full of shock, and she looked at Dumbledore with an incredible look.

Dumbledore's expression did not change.

"Only you can do this."

He still spoke in a low voice without changing his expression.

"My grandfather is not crazy yet, but you, the principal, must be crazy. As expected, my grandfather's followers are right, Hogwarts is also your cage." Aurora spoke so impolitely, and she looked at Dumbledore with a weird look.

"Ian needs your help, Miss Grindelwald. Without your help, many people with bad intentions will definitely use him as a tool to be used."

"We all know how... naive Mr. Prince is in some ways." Dumbledore tried his best to choose his words. His words made Aurora's brows frown like a little old lady.

"What else do I need to do to become your apprentice?" She finally spoke without refusing, which made Dumbledore's expression visibly happier.

"We all understand how important friends are. All you need to do is learn from my knowledge and nip in the bud any signs that may lead Mr. Ian Prince into darkness in the bud."

Dumbledore's voice fell for a long time before Aurora slowly nodded. He immediately happily agreed with Aurora on the study time and enthusiastically sent Aurora out of the office.

"Dumbledore, what the hell are you doing? Why are you fooling two people like this?" The murals on the wall witnessed Dumbledore's shameless behavior of using the same excuse on two people.

"Who are you trying to guard against, you suspicious person?" The portrait of Armando Dippet, the headmaster who knew Dumbledore best among all the headmasters, muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm not worried about Ian. Ian has never lacked love since he was a child, and he also knows how to love."

Dumbledore sat back at his desk, closed his eyes, rubbed his brows, and sighed and murmured in a serious tone.

"But Miss Grindelwald is different. She needs some special methods to teach her, which can effectively prevent some things that we don't want to see from happening."

Low whispers echoed throughout the office.

If a person wants to drive away darkness for others.

She will then stand in the light.

(End of this chapter)