Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 854 - 241: Old Deng’s Mysterious Maneuver! (Part 2)

Ian let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, and silently apologized to his good brother before turning back to look at the other two in the classroom.

So.

The little wizard then realized that both Aurora, who was playing Lockhart, and Dumbledore were staring intently at him.

"I really don’t know what happened!" Ian raised both hands in surrender, his expression and inner feelings genuinely aggrieved. "I used the standard ’Black Snake Emerges from the Hole’ spell!"

As the story of the boy who cried wolf sometimes unfolds so quickly, having just witnessed Ian’s sleight of hand, good friend Aurora looked at Ian with great suspicion.

She seriously suspected Ian of using some kind of very advanced summoning ceremony; otherwise, how could he possibly summon such a terrifying mythological creature like Jormungandr?

Thinking of this.

Several scenes flashed through Aurora’s mind when she noticed Ian, which is precisely why she could recognize the significantly shrunken Jormungandr.

"You’re not right! Something’s very wrong!"

Aurora judged her friend with a tone of certainty.

"..."

The little wizard was somewhat at a loss for words.

And at this moment, Dumbledore nodded, expressing his belief in the little wizard. "Perhaps Ian isn’t wrong; he doesn’t know what happened himself."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Aurora again.

"You need to, as a professor, calm the frightened students." Dumbledore clearly knew about Aurora substituting, after all, Aurora was his apprentice, not Grindelwald’s.

Without his consent, Aurora couldn’t have substituted. It was because he knew his apprentice’s level that Dumbledore agreed to let Aurora temporarily play Lockhart for Grindelwald.

"Yes, Headmaster."

Aurora nodded, not asking about anything else, just watching Dumbledore walk forward, placing a hand on Ian’s shoulder, disappearing from the classroom with him.

After pondering for a moment, Aurora began to repair the classroom and went out to find the scared and fleeing students—without using the Obliviate, she started telling clumsy lies.

"You’ve just been affected by the Confundus Charm."

"Yes, Ian was very dishonest, secretly using other magic."

"I will find a way to punish him."

Aurora’s lies might be clumsy for Ian, but they worked well for the second-year students, after all, the one speaking was the universally acknowledged great Professor Lockhart.

...

While Aurora was helping to mitigate the impact.

Elsewhere.

Ian, under Dumbledore’s lead, Apparated to the familiar Headmaster’s Office—it was as usual: silver instruments spun and emitted smoke, Phoenix Fox dozing on its perch, and portraits of past headmasters snoring or reading on the walls. However, upon seeing the little wizard arrive.

The portraits of past headmasters hanging on the walls all reacted, their gazes focused on Ian, some in amazement, some in praise.

"By Merlin’s beard!" Principal Davies’ portrait first noticed Ian, exclaiming, "Is this the child who can be called the youngest legend in history?"

"The moment I saw him! I knew he was extraordinary!" Principal Davies’ praise for Ian, although perhaps a bit of hindsight, was genuinely from the heart.

Of course.

If portraits do indeed have hearts.

"Honestly, I never thought Hogwarts would be fortunate enough to give birth to such a young legendary wizard!" A former headmaster, full of amazement, looked at him with admiration.

"And Dumbledore! He became a legendary wizard too! This will be the most glorious era after the four founders!" Principal Armando Dippet’s expression was also joyous.

As a decisive and responsible headmaster, he always hoped to make Hogwarts glorious again. Naturally, there were headmasters who were delighted, and others who were furious.

"That wretched Sorting Hat! It should be thrown into the toilet! Replaced by a more accurate sorting method! How could such an outstanding student not belong to Slytherin College?"

A headmaster jumped to his feet.

"Nonsense! He’s a born Ravenclaw!"

Another headmaster immediately retorted.

"Such a genius should belong to Slytherin! He’s pure-blooded!" It was obvious which headmaster this was—Phineas Nigellus, raging in his portrait frame.

Whenever this headmaster appeared, it inevitably led to ridicule from other headmasters, and in response to the clamor of past headmasters, Ian merely bowed slightly without getting involved in the portrait "war."

Of course.

No matter how much the headmasters debated, their understanding on one point was very consistent—compared to most wizards, Ian no longer needed to be proud of attending Hogwarts.

Instead, Hogwarts would be honored to have produced such a legend. This was also the main reason Phineas Nigellus believed Ian should belong to Slytherin.

Those who can create glory.

Deserve to be in Slytherin.

This was Slytherin College’s true selection criteria before the popularity of pure-blood theory. Although Phineas Nigellus did not adhere to it, it didn’t stop him from using it hypocritically.

"Professor."

Ian watched as Dumbledore stood in front of the bookshelf for a long time without moving, and he finally couldn’t help but speak, "Do you know what went wrong with my magic?"