Chapter 232 Chapter 231: The Little Wizard’s Retribution

The ancient time converter that Ian brought back to Hogwarts was actually the one that Dumbledore found when he was young, and it was also the ancient time converter that he used to connect history using Big Ben.

Such a strange coincidence really makes people wonder. Is this all some kind of carefully designed fate? Or is there a deeper secret behind it?
Ian had a very strong premonition in his heart.

He believed there was definitely a reason for this.

You know, whether God plays dice or not, perhaps no one knows and no one can verify it, but it is an absolute truth that there is absolutely no coincidence in the wizarding world.

All coincidences are just the weaving of fate, and wizards are beings who can reach this level. Therefore, coincidences can definitely be traced back to their origins in the wizard’s worldview.

Ian was not the only one who believed in this, but also Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel. Not only that, when they heard the young wizard say that he knew who could explain this coincidence, both Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel realized that Ian’s certainty must be related to some of his past experiences.

That’s why.

Only Nick Flamel would ask if it was dangerous.

Albus Dumbledore was even more direct. He looked down at the young wizard in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly, “Did your ancient time converter come from Merlin?”

The old headmaster did not witness what happened in the past, but he always had this kind of insight that could be called a script. In fact, it is not difficult to infer this conclusion after Ian mentioned that he had seen Merlin in ancient times. After all, no matter in which era, the time converter is an extremely precious thing.

The number of people Ian could turn to for help in any given period of time would never exceed a hundred.

Facing the old principal’s questions.

Ian didn’t hide it either.

“Yes, Headmaster, I won this time converter from Merlin.” Ian looked down at the ancient time converter with a golden appearance in his hand.

“You won the bet with Merlin?” Nick Lemel was surprised and smacked his lips. “I see. No wonder you said Merlin didn’t want to bless you.”

The imagination of this master alchemist was somewhat limited. Perhaps because Merlin was too famous in this era, he did not dare to think that Ian could defeat Merlin with magic.

The little wizard didn’t explain either.

Some beeps don’t have to be installed on the spot.

Put it there first.

It is also possible to take it out and put it away when you are in a good mood.

This is the real “management by showing off” method.

“I can’t quite understand why the same time converter can exist at the same time point.” Ian looked at Albus Dumbledore.

“And it will go back to a certain era and become your collection?” The little wizard was born with curiosity, and he tried to sort out the information that seemed to be getting more and more confusing.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his blue eyes looking at Ian through his half-moon glasses, his gaze deep and calm. “Ian, the power of time is far more complicated than we thought.”

“It’s not just a simple division of past, present and future. Sometimes the traces of time fold and appear in ways we can’t predict.”

“Remember what I told you just now? When the impact hasn’t arrived yet, there will be no problem at all. This principle still applies now.”

“Just like you and I, or anyone else, can use the time converter to appear in two places at the same time. Many Hogwarts students have used it to take two classes at the same time.”

“Since we can do it, why can’t an object do it?” Headmaster Albus Dumbledore’s words are quite philosophical, and also contain the idea that all things are equal under time.

The little wizard listened thoughtfully.

Just when Ian was still understanding the teachings of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

“Okay, okay, you will have plenty of time to discuss these things later. It’s time for an old man like me to clear up some confusion.” Nick Lemay interrupted decisively.

He was indeed becoming increasingly unable to suppress his curiosity.

“Young Ian, are you saying that you think Merlin knows the answer, and that since he lived for nearly 2000 years, you can still find traces of him in our time?”

It’s not that Nick Flamel couldn’t accept someone older than him, he was just curious about why Merlin had been able to live for so many years. First of all, he had to rule out the Horcruxes and the Philosopher’s Stone.

After all, Merlin certainly wouldn’t resort to such a cowardly method as the Horcruxes, and if he had tried to create a Philosopher’s Stone that could last for such a long time, it would have left a mark on history.

As for the issues related to the Philosopher’s Stone, Nick Flamel has almost all the information about every Philosopher’s Stone in every era. This is due to the desire to explore that the little wizard had taken out before. Of course, no matter why he looked up these data, Nick Flamel was very sure that Merlin had only made three Philosopher’s Stones, and they were all given to other people or used to save extremely terrible disasters.

“I don’t need to look for him, because he may have always been by our side.” Ian stated his guess decisively and looked at the two elders in front of him. “Lyrium, the Ravenclaw student who enrolled as a descendant of the Ollivander family, I feel like there must be something wrong with him.”

The little wizard’s tone was full of certainty.

There was a slight gleam in Dumbledore’s eyes, but he did not show much surprise. He just nodded slightly to signal Ian to continue.

“I have seen Merlin in the past, and I remember Merlin’s magical aura.” Ian lowered his voice, “And Lyrium… I am sure his magic is the same as Merlin’s.”

This was the conclusion Ian came to after repeated recollections and comparisons – not just Lyrium, but also Arthur King, the alchemy professor who suddenly disappeared and resigned last year.

Tsk tsk.

The more I thought about it, the angrier Ian became.

In the past, Merlin accused him of being an old monster who transformed into a child to deceive others, but it turned out that the thief cried thief, and it turned out that Merlin was the guy who liked to transform into a child to deceive people!

“Is that so… If you put it that way… well, we can investigate it.” Dumbledore still did not respond directly, but he seemed to be interested in Ian’s speculation.

At this moment, Nick Flamel, who was standing nearby, suddenly laughed, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Interesting, so interesting!”

Nick Flamel rubbed his hands, his face full of eagerness, “Merlin! That’s the legendary wizard king! Who wouldn’t want to meet him in person?”

“I remember this classmate Lyrium. He asked me for advice on how to make a magic wand… If Lyrium is really Merlin, then he must have better alchemy skills than me!”

The more he talks.

The more excited Nick Flamel became.

Unexpectedly, even the master of alchemy could not resist the “idol filter” for Merlin. Of course, it may also be that Nick Flamel wanted to truly communicate and exchange knowledge about alchemy with Merlin.

people.

There is always a desire to compare one’s own strengths with those of the best. The reason why Nick Lemay was so calm and composed in the past was because he had no rivals who could match him.

But Merlin is different.

Nick Flamel really wanted to have a discussion with the “sages”.

On this point, it was not just the little wizard who could feel his emotions. Dumbledore also glanced at Nick Flamel with a helpless smile in his eyes.

“Nick, calm down. We don’t have any solid evidence yet.” Even the old principal, despite such explosive news and situation, still didn’t cause much emotional change in him.

Be calm and sensible.

This is Albus Dumbledore’s greatest characteristic when facing almost anything – of course, things related to Ariana did make him lose control of his emotions a few times, which was rare.

Facing Dumbledore’s words.

“But Ian’s intuition is always accurate, isn’t it?” Nick Flamel believed in the little wizard very much. After all, an excellent alchemist must have an accurate intuition.

At this point, his intuition also told him that Ian was right, so the master alchemist stared at Ian with an excited expression and burning eyes.

“Little guy, how do you think we should verify this guess?” He rubbed his hands, looking eager to try, as if he wanted to find the first-year student immediately.

Ian hesitated for a moment before saying, “If Lyrium is really Merlin, he will not reveal himself so easily, but we have enough means to expose his true form.”

His words were firm.

however.

“Do we have such means?” Nick Flamel’s cloudy eyes were full of confusion. He looked at the alchemical props around him, but couldn’t find anything that could work on the legendary wizard.

How to say it, he had never studied similar props at all. After all, if he had not joined Hogwarts this year, he would not believe that legends still existed in this Dharma Ending Age.

“Uh…” Ian turned around and saw Headmaster Dumbledore also staring at him.

“So I have a way to expose his true colors?”

He corrected his words. Dumbledore did not ask what the method was, he just played with the Elder Wand in his hand and spoke softly.

“Go find him, Ian.”

The old headmaster’s tone was calm, but the way he played with the Elder Wand was quite intriguing. It was obvious that the greatest white wizard of this century was not really calm.

Everyone has his or her own pride.

Albus Dumbledore might also want to ask Merlin for advice on magic… Well, that’s a humble word. Ian felt that he could clearly feel the surging energy of the old headmaster.

“Okay, Professor.”

Ian put down the ancient time converter in his hand and was about to turn around and leave when Nick Flamel suddenly called him.

“Wait a minute!”

As he spoke, Nick Flamel ran to his pile of alchemical works and started searching. Ian stopped and looked at Nick Flamel in confusion.

Ian thought he was going to prepare some powerful magic props, but unexpectedly, the master alchemist took out an exquisite glass bottle from a robe that he had not washed.

He held the bottle and carefully approached Ian’s robe, pressing the mouth of the bottle against the corner of his clothes. He saw that there were magical fluctuations flowing at the mouth of the bottle.

“what is this?”

Ian asked curiously.

He saw countless tiny particles pouring into the bottle.

“Your robe has rainwater from more than a thousand years ago,” Nico Flamel explained, his eyes full of excitement. “I want to collect some samples to study the composition of rainwater in past eras. This is a rare opportunity! Not only can we understand the environment in the past, but we can also accurately determine the date of Merlin’s time!”

There was a hint of interest in Nick Flamel’s voice that was hard to conceal.

Ian shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart: He is meticulous and curious as befits an alchemist, and he is also as bored as a centuries-old man should be.

perhaps.

Be it Ian, Nick Flamel now, or the wise Albus Dumbledore, none of them realized at this moment what the small bottle of rainwater that Ian brought back meant.

The changes it will bring.

No one can predict it.

……

Nicolael carefully stored the bottle that collected rainwater from past time and space.

Ian led the two elders to the common room of Ravenclaw College.

The sun had not yet risen, and Hogwarts was naturally quiet, with only the occasional bird calls from outside and the overlapping and echoing footsteps of three people.

Ian walked along the corridor of Hogwarts towards the Ravenclaw common room.

He couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“Shouldn’t we go call the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?” In fact, the young wizard was curious about Grindelwald’s current situation. Such an indirect approach was too crude.

Dumbledore certainly knew what he meant, but the old headmaster did not answer directly. He just smiled slightly, with a rather complicated light flashing in his eyes.

“You’ll know when he comes back.”

The irrelevant response made Ian think a lot.

But he didn’t dare to ask any further questions.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the lounge of Ravenclaw College. The lounge was filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere. The light blue chandelier emitted a soft light, illuminating the neatly arranged bookshelves and comfortable sofas around. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the entire lounge was empty.

Passing through the sofas and bookshelves in the lounge area and passing by the statue of Ms. Ravenclaw, they headed straight to the dormitory area. At this moment, most students were still asleep, but Ian could sense that the sound of flipping books and whispering had come from many dormitories. Obviously, the students of Ravenclaw had already started a day of “involution”.

Occasionally, a faint ray of magical light shines through the crack in the door.

“It’s good to be back.”

Ian stopped in front of his dormitory door and took a rough sense of the situation inside.

Sure enough, Michael was still sleeping soundly, while William was already sitting at the desk, studying hard. He did not disturb them, but turned his eyes to Lirim’s dormitory door.

“Are you ready?”

Ian asked in a low voice, his wand already clenched in his hand.

Dumbledore and Nick Flamel looked at each other but did not draw their wands. Dumbledore even wanted to knock on the door politely, but Ian had his own judgment.

No one understands Merlin, the King of Wizards, better than him!
If you alert the enemy, Merlin will turn into Merlin and run away! Although they didn’t have much contact time, Ian felt that he definitely knew this wizard king very well!

Therefore.

He simply waved his wand and whispered, “Open the Alaho!”

Magic with added spells is invincible.

The dormitory door opened.

In the darkness, it seemed like someone was sleeping on the bed.

And at this time.

Ian was about to say something to the two elders when he noticed that Nick Flamel and Dumbledore’s faces suddenly changed, and they both retreated towards the door without caring about their image.

“what’s the situation?”

Ian’s intuition was a beat slower.

It was like there was some kind of interference.

This made him feel a bad premonition.

next moment.

“Wow~”

There was a sudden crack in the ceiling above my head.

This is the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky – the word “yellow” here is literal, describing the color of the water, turbid and turbulent, a stream of yellow liquid pouring down like a waterfall.

“Good morning, Ian.”

A voice sounded in the room.

Vicious.

evil.

At least that’s how it sounded to Ian.

“Two thousand years of accumulation, can you stop it?”

this day.

Maybe Hogwarts is truly unclean.

(End of this chapter)