"..."
Only Ian was sighing.
Everyone clearly couldn't understand Ian's expression, even Senior Sister Penelope, who was curious and came over to join the spectacle, was utterly bewildered as she watched Ian pacing back and forth by the fireplace.
"Are you talking about Spirit Realm Vision?" From the distant sofa in the lounge, Senior Sister Penelope propped her hands on the backrest and poked her head out.
"What is that?"
Now it was Ian's turn to be bewildered.
"You haven't read that book? It's a special ability in Merlin's Legend that Merlin possessed, allowing him to somewhat obscure and see the boundaries between life and death, and also clearly discern the mysteries of magic." Senior Sister Penelope pointed towards the bookshelf in the lounge, her gaze at Ian filled with a sense of profound insight.
"Ian, you can't expect everyone to learn magic like you do. Most of us are just fumbling our way through learning, a feeling completely different from being able to see where the path lies." For this junior who turned a misfortune into a blessing, Senior Sister Penelope felt she had uncovered some secrets.
The person was inquiring about someone who had died a long time ago, unaware that the person he was inquiring about was Dumbledore's sister, a mystery that Penelope could not openly speak about but surely troubled her.
During this time.
Penelope dreamed of being a detective.
What kind of reason could have caused this situation?
It was until now.
Upon hearing Ian's words while teaching little wizards magic, Penelope felt she finally saw the truth—a curious similarity of coincidences and abilities. There's a saying that Merlin once disguised himself at Hogwarts's Slytherin College, this time it might be Ravenclaw College's turn to be chosen!
Equally capable of seeing the boundary between life and death!
Equally capable of seeing the rhythm of magic!
Is there any other answer?
No wonder several professors look at this junior differently! Dumbledore even pressured and enticed to establish an unbreakable vow with me for this junior! In Penelope's view, all the answers have surfaced—perhaps this junior's surname should not be Prince!
But should be Ian Ambrosius!
This is...
The descendant of Merlin has appeared!
"Senior Sister, why does your gaze look weird?" Ian noticed Penelope not only staring at him but also had a peculiar smile lingering on her lips.
Somewhat akin to the confidence of Gilderoy Lockhart? It's just reading a novel biography, how could it make this senior sister become so cocky now.
Ian couldn't fathom it. Of course, the problem troubling him now was not thinking about why the senior sister was confident, but how to safely and steadily teach the little wizards the Obstacle Curse.
"So, I need to show everyone where the path is..." Ian pondered over Penelope's earlier words, recalling his learning experience on the Misty Illusion Realm's isolated island.
"Perhaps I can do it this way."
Ian raised his magic wand, aiming at the blazing fire in the fireplace. Wisps of flames were drawn out by him, constructing picture after picture amidst the exclamations of many little wizards.
Like a three-dimensional hologram.
The flame flowed.
Analyzing and expounding Ian's complete understanding of the Obstacle Curse. Although his current Obstacle Curse level wasn't high, it was enough to lead the little wizards toward the truth.
This was a special "magic book" temporarily constructed out of flames! Is there any teaching method more suitable for Hogwarts's little wizards' physique than the teaching method of Hogwarts founders?
"Such beautiful flames!"
"They're flowing, this rhythm... I seem to get it!"
"What did you get? Oh, hurry up and tell me! I'm dying of curiosity!"
Each little wizard, amid the exclamations of admiration, was watching intently, gradually arriving at realizations... Knowledge was being understood and assimilated in a way they hadn't envisioned.
"Can it be done this way?"
Penelope and many other senior students were left speechless.
Their feelings were more profound.
The flames leaping in the air seemed infused with Ian's understanding and will, continually revealing and proving the essence of magic connecting all things and surpassing the limits of the material world.
Countless strands of flame.
At this moment.
It's not just fire.
They were the answers to learning the Obstacle Curse.
"I've believed."
Male Prefect Ditrik stood next to Penelope, looking at the group of little wizards who occupied a corner every night, his voice filled with indescribable deep emotion.
"What have you believed?"
Penelope curiously turned her head, could it be someone as smart as herself? No, isn't it only me who knows the secret between Ian and Dumbledore.
"You haven't heard?" Male Prefect Ditrik turned his head in surprise, then looked back at the little wizards, his eyes reflecting Ian surrounded by them.
"Only that explanation makes this scene feel reasonable—news from Gryffindor, Ian is most likely Dumbledore's child." Male Prefect Ditrik deliberately lowered his voice, not letting the other high-grade wizards nearby hear.
Penelope's eyes immediately widened.
"What are you saying!?"
This was definitely a conversation Penelope had never expected. She even intended to play dumb and act like a Giant if the other party mentioned Merlin's descendant.