Chapter 358: Chapter 128: Chaos! The First Generation Was Trash! (Part 4)
The twisted expression and the trembling body made Ian’s scalp tingle again—soone hit by the Crucio would probably show no less pain than this.
It was as if their soul was shivering.
"This resurrection... might as well not have happened." Ian felt a bit sorry for Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, he raised his hand to cast a spell and threw Professor Ronnie Ehrlich back to the underground palace.
As expected.
Once back in the underground palace, Professor Ronnie Ehrlich imdiately stopped screaming, instead he lay on the ground gasping heavily, looking at Ian at the passageway with a fearful inquiry.
"What exactly did you do to ?"
His expression was full of terror.
"I’d also like to know what Salazar Slytherin did to you."
Ian didn’t stay long in the passage of the underground palace, under the sowhat bewildered gaze of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, he ran quickly up the staircase pathway.
"This professor is unlucky, alive, but feeling worse than dead."
Ian knew that to get useful information from Professor Ronnie Ehrlich, he needed to find the right person, Gellert Grindelwald could make Professor Ronnie Ehrlich speak without reservation.
Of course.
Judging from the degree of confusion in Professor Ronnie Ehrlich’s mory, his words are probably not highly credible either; it depends on whether Grindelwald and Dumbledore can piece together the truth that he cannot.
"It’s a pity I don’t know where Slytherin is buried, otherwise I would surely find his place based on his remains, and block him in the Misty Illusion Realm to ask about the situation."
Ian ran quickly up the staircase.
A journey originally taking forty minutes was compressed to just over ten minutes.
An incredible physical ability.
"Dumbledore is probably in Hogwarts Village, Grindelwald in his office." Ian planned to find the two people, then explain together what he encountered.
However.
No matter how perfect the plan is.
The saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.
"Let
put it this way, you shouldn’t find
in the office, because I’m no longer in the office right now." Grindelwald’s voice echoed in Ian’s ear as Ian erged from the big hole in the washroom on the second floor, the first generation wearing a black long robe was standing in the bathroom.
"Ah?"
Ian didn’t expect to bump into Grindelwald right after exiting the secret passage.
"So you’re here."
Grindelwald observed Ian walking out, and the automatically restored washstand, sounding surprised. He stood at a spot identical to Ian’s side, another washstand.
It was not difficult to see from Grindelwald’s bent posture researching the washstand, before Ian ca out he was searching for sothing, his hands were touching a faucet with serpent engravings.
"Grindelwald... Professor Lockhart." Ian looked sowhat surprised at Grindelwald walking over, as if he realized sothing and widened his eyes the next mont.
"Were you looking for ?"
Ian doubted Grindelwald purposely circled to use the abandoned restroom, a place usually visited only by peculiar little wizards seeking romance with Myrtle.
"I noticed your na disappeared from the map at this location." Grindelwald took out a Living Map, precisely the creation Ian didn’t know who he sold to.
"Uh... on the map, I should be sleeping in the dormitory..." Ian saw Grindelwald grinning, realizing his little trick on the map was definitely cracked by the latter.
"You indeed should be sleeping in the dormitory now, instead of adventuring late at night, knowing that the lurking crisis in this school isn’t just your Black Demon King."
Grindelwald’s voice was filled with so profound intent.
Before Ian could open his mouth to inquire.
Grindelwald already touched the washstand that had closed again.
"I suppose this leads to Slytherin’s secret chamber, doesn’t it?" Clearly, the current Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has done quite an extensive study on Hogwarts’ history and secrets.
"Not just Slytherin’s secret chamber, but also Hogwarts’ unknown underground palace. And currently, our deceased Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Ronnie Ehrich, is inside."
Ian certainly rembered the help he needed to seek.
"Hmm?"
Grindelwald’s smile froze a bit, he seriously examined the sowhat anxious faced little wizard in front of him, his deep eyes gradually narrowed.
"I suppose this isn’t a humorous joke, Ronnie Ehrich’s remains have been sent back to his holand." His tone was marked by a few serious and sincere facets.
Clearly.
Even for a wizard like Grindelwald, it’s hard to imagine a situation of resurrection.
"It’s no joke, Professor, Ronnie Ehrich lived again!" Ian imdiately recounted encountering Ronnie Ehrich in the underground palace, how he discovered the abnormalities on Ronnie Ehrich’s body.
Seeing Grindelwald’s brow gradually furrow, Ian couldn’t help but continue speaking. "Perhaps, you should send soone to check if the remains you buried are still there."
This was absolutely a question worth verifying.
However.
Grindelwald simply shook his head.
"A very good story, but such a thing simply can’t happen. If you wish to convince , you must provide
with evidence that makes
believe."
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