Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 656 184: The Anchor of Fate! The Black and White Dual Kings! (Part 4)

Godric Gryffindor chuckled softly at the words.

"I'm no fool, and Ravenclaw is even smarter than you... She once told me, the little fellow is destiny, and all causes and effects will only spread around him."

His voice carried a hint of sigh.

"Hmm?"

Albus Dumbledore was clearly taken aback.

"Ian's Divination class results are entirely reliant on copying others' test papers." He was evidently well aware of the little wizard's grades in each subject and also knew of the little wizard's cheating behavior during exams.

"Foolish Albus, an almost omnipotent wizard, yet performing so poorly in a particular domain, don't you realize that this in itself is an unusual anomaly?"

Godric Gryffindor showed a look of disappointment.

"Seems like you want to be caught by Ian."

Albus Dumbledore was not annoyed upon hearing this, only spoke softly with a blank expression. His words immediately made Godric Gryffindor's expression stiffen.

"Is this how you treat the founder of your graduate academy!?"

The young portrait was somewhat exasperated and angry.

"You're not the real Godric Gryffindor, and besides, when I'm ruthless, I even pit myself, you've seen that, right." This time it was Albus Dumbledore's turn to laugh.

"Damn guy! If I knew, I wouldn't have reminded you!"

Godric Gryffindor felt what Old Deng said made sense, he dared not refute, merely glared viciously at Albus Dumbledore.

"Destiny and causality, huh."

Albus Dumbledore wasn't bothered by this point.

He stroked the beard on his chin thoughtfully.

A moment later.

"Now is not the time to think about this, I must first do something more important." Albus Dumbledore obviously felt uneasy, unable to settle down and think.

He turned around to leave.

"Not thinking about your dragon-slaying plan anymore? Where are you going now?" Godric Gryffindor was also very curious as he stuck his head out.

It could actually stick its head out of the portrait, which was definitely different from most portraits.

"I need to relocate my old home... relocate the resting place of my ancestors and family... just to be safe, some things if not prevented, will surely lead to big problems."

Albus Dumbledore's steps seemed rather urgent, summoning his Phoenix Fox as he left Hogwarts, appearing fearful of someone beating him to it.

His anxious demeanor.

As if afraid someone would act before he did.

Obviously.

Ian's "forgiveness" did not truly put this old headmaster's mind at ease.

...

In fact.

Ian really just wanted to return to the dormitory to sleep.

Albus Dumbledore clearly overthought, or rather, he overthought too early. Feeling extremely fatigued, Ian continued yawning as he ascended the stairs.

However.

He didn't manage to return to the dormitory as he wished.

Passing by the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's Office, Ian saw Aurora standing at the doorway waving to him, so he could only muster the spirit to step toward his good friend.

"So late and not sleeping yet, are you practicing the Animagus form of an owl?" Ian was quite surprised to see Aurora holding a cup of strong tea.

"My grandfather told me to wait for you here, I can't sleep until I find you." Aurora sighed helplessly and shoved the half-drunk tea into Ian's hand.

"Luckily, I'm free now."

The German girl showed a relieved smile.

Without minding the little wizard's surprised expression, she dashed off towards the swirling staircase, as if unable to wait to return to the Slytherin Common Room.

"This is called abandoning a comrade!"

Ian looked helplessly at the strong tea in his hand.

"Gulp gulp~"

He downed it in one go.

Feeling a bit gloomy, he walked toward the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's Office—as if anticipating his arrival, the door timely opened to the side.

"Did my Dark Arts professor actually renovate this office over the summer?"

Ian entered somewhat surprised.

Immediately.

He saw Grindelwald with Lockhart's face, sitting upright with arms crossed on the table, looking at him with a peculiar smile.

"I imagine Dumbledore has told you some things, and also learned some things from you." Grindelwald began slowly, his voice magnetic yet elegant, carrying a lighthearted tone.

"Yes, professor."

Ian's gaze was fixed on the object in front of Grindelwald.

He even swallowed hard.

His eyes filled with disbelief.

"Very well, I also have some doubts I hope you can clarify a bit for me." Grindelwald looked down at the object placed in front of him that Ian had been staring at.

"I can tell, you know this treasure."

He raised his hand and lightly flicked the item in front of him; the golden apple rolled slightly across the table, Ian's gaze shifted along with its motion.

"I have traveled a few times behind Dumbledore's back, and in the last one, I was nearly killed by a madwoman, but after reading my memory, she spared me."

"This is evidently not because of my identity as a time traveler."

Grindelwald's expression held a hint of irritation.

"So, Ian, my apprentice, could you please tell me, after all this time with Dumbledore, what terrifying secret are you hiding that I am unaware of?"

He stared at the little wizard in front of him.

Trying to remain calm as he slowly spoke.