However.
Perhaps she could get all this information from the boy left behind by the teacher? Little Morgan left the room and walked down the corridor, seeing shadows still moving in Riddle's room.
Clearly.
The other two people did not leave with Ian. To be honest, Ian himself found this quite speechless, as he was in the Time Passage yet didn't notice Riddle and Malfoy.
"What exactly did they go back to the past for?" Ian originally went back in time to capture Riddle, never expecting that he not only failed to retrieve Malfoy but also left Riddle behind.
This journey... well, it wasn't entirely meaningless, at least he became part of the legend and saved a city? But he didn't know what hidden dangers Riddle and Malfoy might cause in the Middle Ages.
"Don't let me see a drastically changed history book! Or that the entire world has been altered!" Ian hoped in his heart while following the loud currents of time going towards the future.
The light and shadows around him quickly flashed by, like countless shattered mirrors reflecting fragments of history. He saw knights from the Middle Ages charging into battle, earning merits, artists from the Renaissance splashing inspiration on canvases, and even the smokestacks of the Industrial Revolution belching out smoke while steam engines roared.
These fragments, some show the glorious moments of great events and triumphant heroes, while others depict the tragic failures of sufferers, like frozen nodes of time silently assembling a complete human history. Of course, there were many snippets about wizards, like the founding of Hogwarts and... that mysterious transfer student and the Raven, the transfer student was indeed mysterious enough.
Ian saw more than just the other side's massacre.
Even.
When a dragon fell at the other's feet, Ian swore that he saw the other looking up at him! Ian had encountered the same situation once before in the Time Passage.
However.
The baby who looked at him last time was anything but simple.
"This transfer student??" Ian didn't have time to see much more before the scenes of the transfer student and Hogwarts had already flashed by. This "train" journey was evidently faster than the last time, perhaps out of fear that slowing down would lead to changes, the force of time galloped, whisking Ian towards the future.
Suddenly, a blinding light came from the front, and Ian instinctively closed his eyes. He felt his body being pulled by a powerful force, tearing him away from the passage.
"Finally back to my era?" Ian heard a low humming noise around his ears, like countless people whispering, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
Perhaps these were the side effects of "speeding through the train."
Thankfully, it didn't last long.
Ian soon felt his body regain its heaviness, as his feet seemed to rest on solid ground. He slowly opened his eyes, and a familiar scene unfolded before him—the office of the Professor of Alchemy at Hogwarts. Inside the room, bookshelves were filled with ancient books and strange alchemy tools.
Ian's gaze swept around the room, finally settling ahead. There stood the anxious Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and the relieved Professor Nicolas Flamel.
Good news.
Ian noticed the professors' attire, and the classroom layout hadn't changed, and within his perception, Hogwarts hadn't raised any flags or banners declaring Voldemort's conquest of the world.
As for the bad news... his actions in the past ultimately did influence the future; in the office, Ian saw an ancient oil painting that shouldn't have existed here.
It depicted him.
And Helbo, portrayed as a shadowy monster.
His face was a close-up.