Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 654 184: The Anchor of Fate! The Black-and-White Kings! (Part 2)

After all.

According to Albus Dumbledore's understanding.

The Dark Arts Ian studied and improved are deadly, concerned only with life and death, not superiority. If those methods were used, Albus Dumbledore felt he probably couldn't withstand them at his younger age.

"Yes, I know what happened."

Seeing Ian's gaze turn towards him, Albus Dumbledore immediately nodded to give a definite answer.

"Is this something you've always remembered?"

Ian frowned.

He had been puzzled by this in the past.

"Not really."

Albus Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes somewhat sorrowful.

"When you did certain actions a hundred years ago, fragments started flashing in my mind, and only when you returned did I begin to retrieve the full memory."

"It seems the past you changed needed to flow through time to the present for the events to sync with my side." He briefly explained the current situation.

It was apparent.

Regarding such circumstances.

Albus Dumbledore wasn't surprised.

Just some indescribable emotions were buried in his voice.

"So, what kind of plan is this of yours?" Ian looked his old headmaster straight in the eye, his voice devoid of any complaints or negative emotions.

However.

Despite this.

Albus Dumbledore had to muster his spirits, sincerely locking eyes with Ian, to convey his genuine apology.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you... I did have certain assumptions, but initially, they were still being verified, and what happened just now was completely unexpected for me."

"I can assure you there's no... trickery involved from my side." Albus Dumbledore chuckled bitterly, his tone revealing guilt and a sense of self-mockery.

"Since you already know what happened in the past, I suppose you also understand that after experiencing such scenarios, I truly don't know whether I should trust you."

Faced with Ian's somewhat peculiar gaze.

"I know you want to curse, yes, as you can see, I indeed wasn't any good in my youth." The old headmaster chuckled bitterly, his forehead sweating profusely.

He could see that he was quite guilty.

"I can swear by magic, assure you that my words aren't deceptive." Saying this, the old headmaster took out his Elder Wand, ready to swear.

However.

The Little Wizard stopped him.

"That's not necessary."

Ian knew very well that oaths couldn't bind people's hearts; only the weak would use such to constrain others, which is why he only needed Albus Dumbledore to show such an attitude.

Of course.

In his personal notebook, he noted down a page, not a mere line; he had a character of repaying kindness given, always seeking to return losses suffered.

Yes.

At times, Ian felt his personality resembled that of corvids.

"If you can teach me the methods you used to evade my magic when you were young, I think we're even temporarily." Ian blinked at Albus Dumbledore.

"Temporarily..."

Albus Dumbledore clearly started sweating again.

"What else?"

The Little Wizard responded confidently.

"Alright, of course, I can." Albus Dumbledore sighed and immediately nodded in agreement, as he was the one truly at fault after all.

Honestly.

At his current age, in retrospect.

He also felt he indeed wasn't very decent in his youth, not very human... perhaps the people of the Wizarding World were always quite fearful of him, but it's something that deserved true forgiveness.

"I almost thought I couldn't come back, and to this day, I still don't know what's going on with this thing. I remember its original purpose shouldn't be time travel?"

Ian wasn't the type to dwell on a single issue; he turned again to look at Big Ben. If he remembered correctly, this big clock was supposed to only sustain a continuous time loop.

How did it become time travel?

"Due to some sudden ideas, Nicolas and I did some modifications... I must say, this is an alchemical miracle that perhaps no one can replicate."

"As you know, it can preserve a long stretch of time, so based on this capability, we used it as a stabilizer."

"Yes, a guarantee that no matter what happens, it limits incidents within controllable bounds, allowing me to conduct time travel without causing too many unexpected changes due to mishaps."

As Albus Dumbledore raised his finger towards the top of Big Ben, one could see a device roughly the size of a palm, adjusted and embedded in the inconspicuous area at the top of Big Ben.

"Is this the thing Professor Flamel repaired for you?"

Ian recognized the device embedded in Big Ben; he had seen Nicolas Flamel working on its repairs multiple times during his Alchemy studies under him.

Who would have thought that just a summer's time really allowed Nicolas Flamel to complete the repairs.

"Yes, the true means by which you traveled a hundred years is this Ancient Time Converter." Albus Dumbledore was remarkably candid in admitting this.