Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 858 - 242: Simply Unbelievable (Part 3)

It even includes a section on how to: structure spells for stealing divine power. Of course, there is a reason for such means, and Riddle annotated a line in red ink in the margin.

"The god that I control simply doesn’t respond to me, so I have to find a way to secretly steal His divine power to verify this content." This guy even has to state in his works that he didn’t steal any other god’s divine power.

He’s excessively cautious indeed.

And the little wizard, upon seeing this line, couldn’t help but twitch his eye—he didn’t feel any weakness, but that didn’t stop him from jotting down a stern note against Riddle in his little notebook!

Steal?

Impossible!

Nine parts out of two hundred sixty return!

"I’ve learned it." Ian calculated while learning, still able to grasp it instantly—he closed the book, integrating this E-era magic into other spell systems wasn’t difficult for him.

Ultimately, spells are only frameworks, magic is the result of filling the framework with magic power, as long as other frameworks lock in the same result, it’s natural to achieve the same magic with other spells.

The only change is the framework.

It’s just Dumbledore is suspicious of involving divine spirits, and Ian would have magical anomalies of that sort.

"Very well, we should proceed to the next step." Dumbledore’s expression was somewhat curious, but he didn’t evaluate anything, he just stepped forward and placed his hand back on Ian’s shoulder.

A familiar feeling of compression rushed in, and when the view cleared again, they stood at the edge of a steep gorge. The icy mountain wind swept past, ruffling Ian’s hair.

"Godric’s Hollow."

Ian recognized this very special place, always reappearing in his life. In the distance, the rocky terrain was stained blood-red by the setting sun.

Dumbledore was also gazing at the distant scenery.

"Actually, our family didn’t originally live here."

He seemed to be reminiscing.

"At the beginning, our family lived in a small village. I remember the flowers there always wilted quickly. Because my father was imprisoned in Azkaban, my mother moved us siblings to Godric’s Hollow—this place where our ancestors once lived."

The old headmaster’s words reminded the little wizard of that past encounter with Dumbledore, just as he was curious about whether that Dumbledore was ever mentioned in family trees later.

Dumbledore spoke again slowly.

His tone was somewhat intriguing.

"The Dumbledore family bears suffering."

"I think my mother brought us here because our ancestors once said that if we reside here, the Dumbledore clan’s curse will be redeemed."

Such familiar words.

In the past, in another time, Ian too had heard Dumbledore say these words.

However.

Hearing the old headmaster repeat them now, Ian’s feelings could be said to be completely different; he felt a little uncertain and swept his gaze over Dumbledore’s calm face.

"Professor..."

The little wizard finally understood why upon returning, the Dumbledore he saw was full of vitality, even willing to use the Obliviate on himself to keep Merlin’s secret.

Perhaps.

In Dumbledore’s view.

As long as things don’t go wrong, he is bound to achieve his intended goal. And researching Riddle is the key to completing his process towards that goal.

After all.

These words come from the earliest family tree, and within that family tree lies a name as convoluted as Ouroboros, a name Albus Dumbledore could never overlook.

"Let’s begin."

Just as the little wizard was about to speak.

The old headmaster smiled and spoke up.

Thus, Ian could only temporarily put aside his doubts and began using the spell framework of Ancient Greek Mythology to cast the lighting spell, common to all wizards.

In the next moment.

Suddenly.

The setting sun in the sky seemed suddenly energized.

Like a pillar of light showering down as if heaven were tilting.

"Sun God..."

Ian felt the familiar presence.