Chapter 437: Chapter 141: The Mystery of Ian and the Black Phoenix (5)
This actually made Nicolas Flal sowhat amazed; he first looked at Ian and then at his old friend, his expression becoming thoughtful.
He obviously realized sothing.
From Albus Dumbledore being willing to hand over The Mirror of Erised, and starting to study the logic behind the Ti Converter, he deduced so secrets.
"Thank you, Professor!"
Ian quickly and joyfully stuffed The Mirror of Erised into his money bag, which could fit more than half of Hogwarts and still had plenty of space left.
"I’ll be waiting for you in the Headmaster’s Office!"
Ian bowed slightly.
Imdiately, he started putting on his clothes as he walked towards the door where the black flas had already extinguished, eagerly anticipating seeing Teacher Morgan’s happy expression.
anwhile, Nicolas Flal’s eyes remained fixed on the Phoenix on Ian’s shoulder.
Until Ian’s figure completely disappeared.
"I estimate that the Phoenix is the reason he can embark on the Path of Legends. The Proof of Legend wouldn’t be so easy to obtain, or so many wizards wouldn’t have died with regret over the years."
Nicolas Flal’s tone was full of certainty — simply defeating a Black Demon King, who himself isn’t even a legend, definitely wouldn’t allow a wizard to set foot on the Path of Legends.
This clearly defies common sense, and contradicts the world’s understanding of the Path of Legends. Nicolas Flal believed that Albus Dumbledore, who has been kept outside the gate of the Legendary Rank, would certainly know this.
"As for this, I am also sowhat surprised, but things have indeed happened right before our eyes." Albus Dumbledore’s eyes flickered with a faint light.
"I thought you would tell
he was born a legend, and therefore naturally had a Proof of Legend..." Nicolas Flal gave his old friend a aningful look.
"Even I can’t make you reveal what’s in your heart, tsk tsk, it seems there is indeed a huge secret between you two. I think that must be related to why he was able to obtain the Proof of Legend."
Nicolas Flal didn’t continue to probe. Compared to Ian’s very strange appearance of the Proof of Legend, he was more concerned about the mysterious Black Phoenix summoned by Ian.
"I must have seen it sowhere! At least seen a picture of it!"
The old Alchemist tapped his head.
Yet no mory surfaced.
He had lived too many years and too many mories were buried deep in his mind. Seeing Nicolas Flal’s sowhat frustrated expression, Albus Dumbledore’s eyes also showed a hint of doubt.
To be honest.
He also felt that the creature Ian summoned didn’t quite resemble a pure-blooded Phoenix.
...
While the two old n were still in the underground room, lost in various speculations, Ian had already packed all the fragnted stone chess pieces in the hall outside the underground room into his money bag.
"Soul Hall Anti-Inflammatory! Take
to the Headmaster’s Office! It’s right above! At this position!"
Ian grabbed the Black Phoenix by its neck, pulling it off his shoulder; he was still sowhat annoyed that Voldemort’s soul was intercepted by the Black Phoenix.
"Kekekeke~"
The Black Phoenix screeched eerily twice more, then used its ability to take Ian, vanishing from the pitch-black hall, and the next mont, Ian and it appeared together in a brightly lit room.
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Ian looked around, blinking.
He was instantly bewildered.
He saw.
In the warm and bright room.
Another Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk.
He was smiling.
As if he had long been waiting.
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