Chapter 360: Chapter 128: Chaos! The First Black Lord Was Just Trash!
"Professor, could you give
the formula for this potion?" Ian stared at the empty bottle in Grindelwald’s hand; he hadn’t seen any introduction to this potion in the library.
Perhaps because paternity tests are equally sensitive in the Wizarding World, for the harmony and stability of the Wizarding World, the Mysterious Affairs Departnt may have also targeted such potions that make n and won uneasy?
"You should ask your Professor of Potions."
Grindelwald refused Ian’s request.
"You’re really stingy."
Ian sighed in disappointnt.
"I don’t have the formula, so you should ask your Professor of Potions. He brewed quite a bit of this potion, I just took a bottle conveniently."
Grindelwald explained his aning again.
"????"
Ian was confused.
So it’s not just the little wizard and Quirrell who are getting supplies from the good uncle!
"Didn’t expect you to do such a thing too."
Ian chuckled awkwardly.
Grindelwald, however, laughed happily, "Your good uncle has publicly insulted
more than once, and he’s still intact not just because my temper has improved quite a bit."
"His potion-making skills are indeed good." Grindelwald’s tone was tinged with emotion, hard to imagine how many tis he had sourced supplies from Snape’s locked office.
Ian felt it would be unfair to his good uncle if he continued talking.
He decided to change the subject.
"When Headmaster Dumbledore arrives, you really need to take a look at Professor Ronnie Ehrich’s current situation." Ian recalled the peculiar multiple mories of Professor Ronnie Ehrich.
He felt that Professor Ronnie Ehrich’s experiences were definitely more than just a simple ti loop.
"I thought you would ask about the aning of the other two symbols, but it seems you already know your situation." Grindelwald nodded and continued.
The old man’s observant nature was indeed formidable.
He had read a lot of information from Ian’s expression.
"Uh..."
Ian didn’t know how to respond, the first symbol he saw must be the special lineage of the Prince Clan, after all, every generation being able to produce a Master of Magic Potions couldn’t be without reason. And the other fiery-red symbol, ca from Ariana’s gift, which was hard to explain without exposing the Misty Illusion Realm.
Just as Ian was pondering how to change the subject, Grindelwald seed to find a reason for Ian himself.
"I always thought I knew the Dumbledore family better than Albus, but now it seems... well." Grindelwald wasn’t sure what he was sighing about.
He suddenly stopped talking, turned and looked toward the direction of the bathroom door. There, a robed Albus Dumbledore was walking in from outside.
"Gellert, now is not April Fools’ Day."
The old headmaster’s face still had so bruises, one hand pouring a potion into his mouth, while a fiery-red Phoenix stood on the other hand.
Seeing Albus Dumbledore, Ian was just about to speak.
"Little fellow, please forgive
for betraying you a bit, after all, getting our headmaster back from his family is not an easy task."
Grindelwald suddenly lowered his voice, apologizing to Ian before Ian could speak. While Ian was still puzzled over what he ant, the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts quickly approached Albus Dumbledore.
"Albus, I wasn’t lying to you."
Grindelwald stood in front of Albus Dumbledore.
He turned back and pointed at Ian.
"This is absolutely what happened, that little rascal over there, I saw it with my own eyes in my Crystal Ball, he was running wild with Ariana’s spirit in the eighth-floor corridor!"
"There must be so big secret in him that even I don’t know!"
It’s hard to imagine.
This is the widely known first-generation Black Demon King.
He spoke with excitent.
Accusing the little wizard to Dumbledore...
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