Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 857 242: Simply Unbelievable (2)

"Well, I don't think it affects me much." As the master of the Paradox Servant, Ian certainly doesn't need to worry about Riddle setting traps in the past to ensnare him.

Being the Paradox Servant.

Riddle is fundamentally unable to attempt anything detrimental to his master.

He can't even conceive of it.

After all, he's a servant.

Not a complete individual.

"Let Riddle fly for a while in the past." Ian didn't continue to press for more details, fully aware that Dumbledore's attempts were undoubtedly for the shared intersections of two people.

Ariana.

No need to think closely; one should be able to recognize how similar Ariana's situation is to Riddle's. The unexpectedly revived Riddle is undoubtedly the best experiment for Dumbledore.

From start to finish, the old headmaster never gave up certain ideas that contravened the laws of nature, something Ian had long perceived. Yet he and the old headmaster had no disagreements in this regard.

If possible.

Why shouldn't Ariana experience a full life?

The rules of nature are meant to be broken; human development is about challenging nature. Whether magic or science, this is something Ian has always believed.

"Thank you, Ian."

Seeing Ian not refute him, Dumbledore visibly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes grateful as he refocused his thoughts on the unexpected situation involving Ian.

"Now, the most crucial thing is to clarify your magic, to determine whether the anomalies are good or bad." Dumbledore's gaze revealed deep concern for Ian's health and safety.

After all.

Ian is not just a Hogwarts student; he's the only one who can communicate with Ariana. Both publicly and privately, Ian holds significant weight with Dumbledore.

Back during the turmoil decades ago, it was likely the kind where Grindelwald would push Ian, questioning repeatedly whether Dumbledore would mourn for him.

"Personally, I feel quite well. Don't worry, Professor." Ian also didn't feel any discomfort or risk, knowing certain tricky details about his situation that he couldn't easily convey to Dumbledore.

"But for now, that's it, don't let your guard down, as everything related to those vanished gods is not trivial." Dumbledore maintained sufficient caution.

He gestured with his eyes for Ian to peruse Riddle's work. Ian nodded, lowered his head, and continued to browse the book. As each page turned, his brow slowly relaxed, surprise appearing in his eyes—Ian had to admit, Riddle indeed exceeded his expectations.

"This... This is simply inconceivable." Ian murmured, his finger paused on a complex magic array illustration, "Riddle can actually write such profound things?"

The contents of the book exceeded his expectations. In this work, Riddle—or Voldemort—systematically analyzed dozens of forms of magic expression, from Europe's Ancient Runes to Africa's Bone Talisman Magic, from Eastern Five Elements Technique to American Totem Magic. Each spell structure is thoroughly dissected.

There are also detailed annotations and suggested improvements alongside. Such erudite detail, it's no wonder Ian felt surprised; after all, his impression of Voldemort contained just two stereotypes.

One is the "gag gag gag gag" creepy laugh.

The other is nothing but Avada Kedavra.

It's only in the transformation of human wizard magic that some of Voldemort's achievements can be seen—of course, if you insist, the book's magic deconstruction tends toward dark, still aligning with Riddle's preferences.

"Riddle's research could shake the world, and his name be recorded in history."

Ian marveled as he read.

Who could have imagined that the younger version of Voldemort, single-mindedly pursuing Dark Arts and attempting world domination, could indeed produce such a valuable work?

"Talent and morality don't always correlate directly, Ian." Dumbledore murmured upon hearing this, "No one can deny his talent; I've always just denied his evil heart."

And indeed, this is the case.

In Dumbledore's evaluation of Riddle, one never hears him criticizing Riddle's talent, just always mocking Riddle's narrow vision for preventing him from seeing a broader future.

"Riddle's talent is quite remarkable."

Ian immersed himself in the book's contents, sometimes furrowing his brow in thought, sometimes nodding slightly. Dumbledore stood by quietly, looking at Ian, his gaze filled with expectation. Then after a while, Dumbledore spoke, "Ian, try learning the magic spell system related to Divine Spirits on the spot."

"I believe this is not challenging for you."

Dumbledore understood well Ian's astonishing speed in learning dark magic.

And indeed, this is the case; Ian just skimmed through a few pages, and the contents had already been fully grasped. His learning speed in this regard was formidable after becoming a legend.

Even in earlier times, he was almost heaven-defying; as long as it involved dark magic knowledge, Ian was like a prodigy, able to quickly understand and master it.

"All knowledge is good knowledge! There's no bad knowledge! Only bad wizards!"

Ian was madly studying.

You see, Ian turned to the "Divine Magic" chapter, his eyes instantly brightened. This section meticulously recorded ceremonies for communicating with Divine Spirits and magic related to mythology.