Gilderoy Grindelwald finally put down the feather pen in his hand, "You didn't come to me just to ask about our Muggle Studies professor's fate."
The story on the page in front of him paused at the moment when two people met. It wasn't because he was tired of writing, but because there were some stories he truly hoped wouldn't continue.
"I almost hit Ian with magic today, and although he didn't seem to mind, it made me uneasy." Aurora's little face was full of regret.
"The fact that you didn't foresee this scene confuses you, right?" Gilderoy Grindelwald appeared unsurprised, gazing into the eyes of his small kin in front of him with his deep gaze.
The German girl hesitantly nodded.
"I remember you telling me that as long as it concerns significant events in our lives, we will always be able to see them." Her tone was tinged with a lack of confidence in her own gift.
Taking in all of Aurora's reactions, Gilderoy Grindelwald merely chuckled softly, "You vastly underestimate the strength and achievements your friend already possesses."
"And I've always been telling you that your prophetic gift has a far greater potential than mine, so naturally your gift will not have any flaws or weaknesses; it just won't reveal to you things that cannot possibly happen." Gilderoy Grindelwald's response conveyed a very clear meaning.
"Huh?"
Such a response clearly took Aurora by surprise.
She did not have time to collect her thoughts.
Gilderoy Grindelwald took out a book from the drawer.
"I can't help you tap into your potential, but I know the reason you came to see me at this time is to prevent similar incidents from potentially occurring in the future."
"People in our family seem to have this personality trait."
He handed the book to Aurora, "I hope it helps you sleep well tonight, provided you can get your friend to perform it with you."
Upon hearing this.
Aurora curiously took the book.
She looked down.
"Blood Covenant"
Under the bright light.
Worm-like text on the cover of the book appeared blood-red.
...
After returning to the Room of Requirement, Ian immediately set up a crucible to start brewing magic potions—even though Quirrell might choose the fastest route to doom in the Human World, he had already gathered quite a few materials. Even if he didn't brew the Infinite Firepower Potion, he still intended to brew something else.
"Polyjuice Potion is a great thing." Ian, having previously talked with Aurora about human transformation, thought first of this method of transformation that has no side effects.
As the saying goes, it's always good to be prepared.
Keeping various magic potions handy is also a way to increase one's options; Masters of Magic Potions generally carry about eighty to a hundred bottles of different magic potions when they go out.
"I'm not a master, so bringing only fifty bottles is enough." Ian, used to brewing multiple magic potions at once, chose a few potions with long brewing cycles alongside the Polyjuice Potion to start boiling simultaneously.
All at once.
The entire Room of Requirement was filled with the complex scent of herbs. By the time the filtered air was released outside by Ian's air filter, it had transformed into the aroma of brewing the Life and Death Potion. Even if Snape—with a nose more sensitive than a dog's—caught wind of it, he would probably just think Ian was attempting to sell sleeping pills.
Good Uncle might be a Master of Magic Potions, but he was clearly not as versatile as Ian and couldn't possibly imagine that Ian had purposely created an air filter to fool him.
"Ingenious as I am!"
Ian took out another of his creations, as the initial phase of brewing magic potions required some intricate steps, so in the intervals between steps, he didn't forget to study the "Book of the Snake Language."
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~"
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss~"
The Room of Requirement instantly became much busier. Besides the commotion and smells of brewing dangerous magic potions, there was also the continuous snake-like "hiss, hiss" sound, accompanied by the Book of Bones Ian held in his hands and a Dementor cleaning, the scene appeared far more frightening than a Dark Wizard's lair.
Even Voldemort's hideout likely wasn't this creepy.
As time slowly passed by.
Having completed the complex initial steps, Ian decided to move to another room to rest. After all, the smell of magic potions was unpleasant, and life demands quality and a sense of ceremony.
The next morning.
Before any of the little wizards had awakened.
Ian, having slept on a twenty-meter-long mattress in the Room of Requirement and walked fifty meters on a red carpet to reach the door, was already up early, ready to start another energetic day. However, just as he walked out of the Room of Requirement and turned a corner, he faced a body like a small mountain.
"Thud~"
Ian fell straight to the ground, landing on his backside.
"Hagrid?"
He looked up at the hulking mass he had run into—it was indeed Hagrid, the half-blood giant of Hogwarts, who at this moment was carrying a mirror on his shoulder, looking down at him with an expression of awkwardness.
Because Ian had squeezed some mouthwash into his mouth before leaving, he was continually blowing bubbles from it, which was clearly the reason why Hagrid was startled.
"Can someone help this little wizard? He's foaming at the mouth!" Hagrid looked around in panic, seeking help, but at such an early hour on the eighth floor, no living being was there to respond.