Not only that.
He also ntioned sothing that made Ian's pupils slightly contract.
"We all knew you entered a ti loop, and we also knew you altered so things within it. This new alchemy device, in my view, could recreate such miracles." Albus Dumbledore gave Ian a deep look, with a significant amount of information hinted in his words.
Clearly.
This was Albus Dumbledore voluntarily exposing so secrets Ian wasn't previously aware of.
And the reason for the vagueness?
Perhaps it was due to certain concerns, or possibly existing restrictions?
"So, were you successful?"
Ian's eyes flickered intensely.
"We made so attempts, making changes in history that could be buried in the dust of ti, like bringing back things destined to be lost and never sought again."
"This is also why we were able to repair the ancient ti converter... Initially, we just used an ordinary ti converter to enter the recent past."
"You also know that I was studying similar rules last sester, so there were no unexpected events. In this regard, we achieved very smooth success."
"In the past few days, we also attempted to enter more distant pasts, and it was quite successful. I've begun to further explore whether we can make unnoticed and unnoticeable changes in the death manner of so creatures approaching death."
Albus Dumbledore spoke slowly, with a flavor of open honesty. He didn't hide the direction towards which his step-by-step research was headed.
The old headmaster knew how clever the little wizard was.
He believed.
Ian had long known his sche.
"I have a doubt. According to your rule, all changes should hide the truth as much as possible, and restore the original appearance of history in the representation as much as possible."
"Then, in the duel between us, how does the altered past that affected you now relate?" Ian's mind was indeed very agile.
He noted so contradictions in Albus Dumbledore's words.
"That's the crux of the problem, child."
Albus Dumbledore didn't avoid it, but looked at the little wizard with bright eyes, "You accomplished sothing Grindelwald and I have tried multiple tis but never achieved."
"You truly changed the past and successfully returned to the present... I think the two unknown doubts in my heart have now been answered definitively."
The headmaster's voice beca complex again.
"Not a good thing?"
Ian detected the headmaster's change in emotion.
"Bittersweet,"
Albus Dumbledore forced a smile, "You proved that the past can be changed, that's a good thing, and at the sa ti, you also proved that the future was already predetermined."
"Or perhaps, the causal relationship in ti isn't that simple; maybe the effect cos first, then the cause in the past… that's not so good information." He was evidently talking about Ariana's death, the little wizard guessed it must be related to his ability to summon Ariana, who shouldn't have been in a spectral state, in the past.
"Well, quite profound issues, definitely not sothing for a second grader like
to deal with..." Ian yawned, sorting out a rough idea of Albus Dumbledore's words.
Not sothing that can be clarified in a short ti.
A lot happened today.
The little wizard just wanted to go back and have a good sleep now.
Probably noticing the little wizard's exhaustion.
"You can go back to your dormitory to sleep first. I want to think over a bit more... I deeply apologize again for today's ordeal; it was my oversight that led to you encountering things you shouldn't have."
Albus Dumbledore sent Ian to the office door.
"Rember my contribution!"
Before leaving.
The little wizard reminded Albus Dumbledore.
"Never forgotten."
Albus Dumbledore seriously replied. After seeing off the satisfied Ian, he returned to the office, standing before the large Big Ben, starting to sort out the additional past in his mind.
"He shouldn't be so exhausted."
Suddenly.
A voice sounded.
Deep and magnetic.
"What do you an?" Albus Dumbledore wasn't surprised by the voice's appearance, just turned his head with so confusion to look at a painting on the office wall.
He saw.
A young voice ca from within the golden wheat field.
Godric Gryffindor.
It was the painting Ian had been looking for a year but didn't find; who would've thought it was hiding here. Probably it had read "The world's most dangerous place is the safest place," from Sun Tzu's "The Art of War."
Knew that the most dangerous place in the world is the safest place. This was indeed a peculiar truth, hiding in a place where Ian often appeared but was never found by him.
"Changing the past affects him as well."
Gryffindor softly responded while brushing off so locusts from his body.
"Do you know sothing I don't?" Albus Dumbledore heard an extra layer of information, raising his wrinkled brows in slight surprise.
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