Hogwarts: Bloodline Chapter 357 - 128: Chaos! The First Generation Was Pure Scum

Chapter 357: Chapter 128: Chaos! The First Generation Was Pure Scum! (Part 3)

"I have no hidden mories!"

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich raised his voice a bit. Perhaps it was true; even if he had so mission to carry out, Gellert Grindelwald certainly wouldn’t have told him imdiately.

After all.

Although the professor was unaware of Dumbledore’s abilities, Gellert Grindelwald certainly wouldn’t be so foolish, only giving instructions at the last mont to avoid being spied upon by Dumbledore.

"Honestly, I really don’t want to use violence, especially since I’m the student and you’re the professor. I just want to know what’s happening to you."

"I hope you won’t force , my untrained... Professor." Ian’s patience had its limits. He spoke sincerely and seriously to Professor Ronnie Ehrlich.

"Ha, what will you do, keep using the Imperio curse on ? I suggest you try Crucio, if you haven’t learned it, I can teach you a bit now."

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich showed a tough side.

"Crucio won’t get

the answers I want, so... Soul Stealing!" Ian’s magic wand flashed briefly, and the eerie color in his eyes as he looked at Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s gaze also intensified.

The next mont.

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich beca sowhat dazed. There was a struggle in his expression, and his will was visibly strong. If Ian’s Imperio was only Level 2, the effect might not be so great.

However.

[Soul Stealing] was, after all, closer to [Legilincy]. Ian entered the thoughts of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, but the other’s chaotic and fragnted mories left him at a loss.

"How can it be so fragnted!"

Ian could hardly imagine that Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, with such fragnted mories, could still communicate normally. Perhaps this guy was so convinced that everything was Dumbledore’s plot due to the fragntation of his mories and thoughts.

"I refuse to believe it!"

The little wizard tried to manually piece together Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s mories, and he discovered sothing extrely bizarre. The professor had hundreds of different experiences of the sa event. For example, just on the day before the start of the new school year, there were different scenes of breakfast in the professor’s mory.

In so fragnts, he ate oatal, in others he had a sandwich, and in so, he ate nothing at all — it was as if the professor himself was the one reliving a cycle.

Each fragnt was so real.

Yet all the fragnts seed sowhat ambiguous.

"Could I end up like this too?" Ian felt a chill run down his spine again, but fortunately, there was no Ouroboros Curse Seal on Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s hand.

In the chaotic mories of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, Ian struggled to piece together a coherent narrative. Perhaps even Professor Ronnie Ehrlich himself couldn’t tell what was real and what was not.

"No wonder earlier he was questioning whether several years had passed." Ian could hardly imagine the kind of willpower it would take for Professor Ronnie Ehrlich to remain communicative.

He thought that if his own mories beca this fragnted, he might not go mad, but he would surely beco soone difficult to communicate with, like an obsessed lunatic.

Ti ticked by second by second.

Half an hour later.

"I can’t tell, damn it, I really can’t tell!"

Ian, frustrated, exited Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s mories.

"I told you, I have no hidden mories."

Devoid of magic’s influence, Professor Ronnie Ehrlich slumped to the ground, but when he looked at Ian, his eyes still held a touch of inexplicable schadenfreude.

"If you could calm down a little, I think we could go talk to the person you are loyal to now." Ian was truly at a loss with this overly imaginative professor. Maybe Ronnie Ehrlich’s ntal state had indeed deteriorated; otherwise, how could a normal person conjure up so many absurd possibilities?

"Do you think I would believe you?"

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s gaze seed to see through everything, remaining unmoved, as if convinced that Ian would only take him to see Dumbledore turned Grindelwald.

"I understand your mind is unclear now, but I really don’t want you to waste my ti during Christmas." Ian, seeing that he couldn’t persuade Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, turned to leave.

"Where are you going!"

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich hurriedly followed.

"To find soone who can provide

with answers." Ian turned back, slightly surprised to find that Professor Ronnie Ehrlich only followed him to the passage outside the Underground Palace.

"Aurora, that little girl, can’t order ."

The forr Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts stood in the last fragnt of the candlelight, not daring to go further, as if sensing sothing and abruptly stopping.

"What’s happening to ?"

Professor Ronnie Ehrlich hesitated to step forward, and before his foot could move, he clutched his head, letting out a voice-splitting roar and scream.

"Ahhhh!"

His expressions twisted as if he were undergoing imnse pain.

"You can’t co out?"

Ian stared thoughtfully at the scarlet candle.

"There’s a voice in my head! A voice is warning ! Get out! Get out!" Professor Ronnie Ehrlich clutched his head, huddled on the ground, and howled hysterically.