"Ah?"
The little wizard being tied up finally showed a trace of panic on his face. As the magic runes ascended from the ground, he started to visibly lt into a puddle of sludge.
Regarding this.
The young Albus Dumbledore did not feel surprised. He seed to have already known that Ian, who he had battled with, was not the true Ian, and remained calm and composed.
Clearly.
The young Albus Dumbledore pretended not to see through it for a reason.
He saw, along the path Dumbledore previously walked, mysterious runes began to float up from the ground. These runes shimred with a deep glow, like the brightest stars in the night sky, or the magical symbols recorded in ancient literature. They were arranged intricately, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.
Emitting a powerful magic fluctuation.
The young Albus Dumbledore turned to look towards an inconspicuous corner.
There.
The sand on the ground was stirring.
"Just like my earlier assessnt of you, you little brat are really cunning and devious." He watched a disheveled figure crawling out from the sand.
"I was hidden eighteen ters underground, yet you still found !?" Ian was extrely frustrated. He shook off the sand on his body without retrieving his magic wand from his waist.
"Your transformation technique can bestow magic power on inanimate objects, which is truly a talent that makes one envy." The young Albus Dumbledore also put away his magic wand at this mont.
His tone was earnest, indeed carrying a hint of admiration.
"Useless, you still got
out."
Ian sighed helplessly.
"Compared to my eyes, I trust my intuition more. I must say, your exceptional skills truly amazed , though, unfortunately, your control over magic power is not as ticulous as mine."
"Of course, it's not your fault, you clearly haven't delved into magic for long, and I can imagine, simply with your overpowering magic power, you're nearly unbeatable." The young Albus Dumbledore spoke first with a thoughtful tone, then looked at the puddle of mud that Ian's stand-in had beco.
"The one thing I can't understand is, you already possess overwhelming magic power, why did you develop such a combat style? This truly baffles ."
The young Albus Dumbledore's expression turned sowhat peculiar.
"Cautiousness is never wrong; as soone born and bred in England, you probably don't understand that, without the ability to fight against the world single-handedly, people like
will always exercise enough caution." Ian's soul did not belong to this land, so the philosophy he adhered to was evidently not easily understood by most of the people from this land.
The young Albus Dumbledore simply chuckled lightly upon hearing this.
"Then your caution clearly hasn't reached the necessary level." His gaze carried a sense of profound aning, and also an implication that made Ian's scalp numb with a sudden sense of danger.
"Cough, cough, let's not say it out loud, we're still good brothers." Ian's expression was quite awkward, to be honest, ever since adopting this combat style, this was the first ti soone truly found his real body.
"Do you concede?"
The young Albus Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Of course not."
The little wizard responded without hesitation.
"Oh?"
This was sowhat unexpected for the young Albus Dumbledore.
"Still have a trump card?"
He curiously examined Ian.
"Isn't it just the forbidden magic domain? I'm very familiar with this." Ian glanced around at the magic runes on the ground, he felt sowhat sentintal realizing others also love studying this kind of thing.
The collapse of his "stand-in
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