Chapter 328: Chapter 123: Karma and the Mystery of Arthur_6
Just never found the right opportunity to spread it out.
"I think these ramblings are far from being considered... writings." Grindelwald flipped through Ian’s article, and his expression gradually turned sowhat peculiar.
However, he did not refuse Ian’s request.
"There are certainly wizards who believe it, and that’s enough." Ian actually had another article titled "On the Influence of Traditional Magic Potions on Squib Probability," but he hadn’t found ti to complete it yet.
"I will help you with this favor, after all, I like helping little wizards." Grindelwald stowed away the parchnt Ian handed over, without inquiring into Ian’s reasons for doing so.
"If you could teach
the inscription on the Resurrection Stone, I would thank you in my dreams." Ian hurriedly pulled out the runes he had pried from the Resurrection Stone.
When it cos to discussing information about the Resurrection Stone, perhaps the only person he could talk to was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who helped him find the Resurrection Stone and handed it over to him.
"Who helped you decipher these?" Grindelwald looked at the runes drawn on more than a dozen pieces of parchnt by Ian, and couldn’t help but glance in surprise at the little wizard beside him.
"Of course, it was !" Ian replied confidently. Lady Ravenclaw rely pointed out the research direction to him, while prying into the crafting techniques on the Resurrection Stone relied entirely on his own diligent research.
"Tut-tut, I told you not to use it, and yet you research its production process... I must say, it looks like you have quite a talent in Alchemy, though what you want to study is a bit too dangerous." Grindelwald gave Ian a deep look.
"I just love learning; for any alchemist, the temptation to decipher the Deathly Hallows is irresistible." Of course, Ian couldn’t tell Grindelwald his true intentions.
Grindelwald did not doubt his explanation.
"Any remarkable achievent stems from exceeding normal curiosity and dedication." He evidently also appreciated Ian’s boldness, though his face showed a regretful expression.
"I very much appreciate your pursuit of knowledge, but for now, I can’t provide help in this area." Grindelwald’s face showed signs of reminiscence, "I once, like you, attempted to study the extraordinary mysteries within the Deathly Hallows, and at that ti, I happened to possess another Deathly Hallow."
He was clearly referring to the Elder Wand.
Ian had seen it in Dumbledore’s mory.
"So, you didn’t find a thod to study these runes either?" Ian already knew the outco but couldn’t help but ask hopefully.
"That’s right."
Grindelwald nodded, his response within Ian’s expectations, but the look at the parchnt in his hand caused his tone to pause slightly.
"However, I can attempt to help you study them. Honestly, it’s the first ti I’ve seen such alchemy runes." Grindelwald’s comnt quite surprised Ian.
"Didn’t you say you studied... another Deathly Hallow?"
Ian felt sowhat astonished.
Could it be that the crafting techniques on the Elder Wand are a different system?
"Not everyone is as uniquely privileged and distinct as you." Grindelwald’s voice contained a hint of sentint, and he carefully tucked Ian’s parchnt into his robe.
It was a completely different level of care from how he treated Ian’s grand piece of work.
"You are qualified to glimpse this mystery, validating that my choice was indeed correct." Grindelwald seed very pleased, dispelling any thoughts of returning to sleep. While Ian was still pondering whether the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor before him and other wizards couldn’t directly see the crafting techniques from the Resurrection Stone.
"Do you have ti to refine your Fiendfyre?"
Grindelwald suddenly spoke to Ian in a lighthearted tone.
"Its previous performance was indeed good, but... I think there are so flaws that can be corrected." The unexpected teaching invitation caught Ian off guard.
"Of course, there’s ti!"
Ian unhesitatingly abandoned his original plans.
A hot bath can be taken anyti.
Grindelwald personally teaching the Fiendfyre spell was an unparalleled opportunity.
...
Just as Ian followed Grindelwald into the Room of Requirent.
On the other side of the eighth floor.
Inside Hogwarts’ Headmaster’s Office, after bidding farewell to Grindelwald and seeing off Filch, who was submitting a "punishnt" application, the busy Dumbledore finally had a mont to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea.
Of course.
The unchanged black tea, even when extra sugar was added, becoming a beverage for diabetic special dicine, still didn’t bring joy to Dumbledore as he drank it now.
"How could it not be him who took it!"
Clearly.
Albus Dumbledore was still preoccupied with the missing item. On the desk in front of him lay a plain envelope, opened but containing only a letter and nothing more.
There ought to have been a photograph in it.
"Did you really not see him take anything away?" Dumbledore looked up at the portraits of the headmasters, who all shook their heads helplessly.
"You’ve already asked us this question dozens of tis; we only saw the little wizard give him a small trinket and didn’t see him take any photo from your precious envelope."
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