The Little Wizard’s tone was full of certainty.
A faint, almost imperceptible gleam flashed in Dumbledore’s eyes, but he did not show much surprise. He simply nodded slightly, signaling Ian to continue speaking.
"I have seen rlin of the past, I rember the aura of rlin’s magic power." Ian lowered his voice, "And Ririm... I am very sure his magic power is of the sa kind as rlin’s."
This was Ian’s conclusion after repeatedly recalling and comparing—it’s not just about Ririm, but also last year’s sudden disappearance and resignation of Professor Arthur King of Alchemy.
Tsk tsk.
The more Ian thought about it, the angrier he beca.
Back in the past, rlin also accused him of being an old monster who pretended to be a child to deceive others, while in fact, it was rlin who loved to disguise as a child to trick people!
"Is that so... if you put it that way... hmm, maybe it’s worth investigating." Dumbledore still did not respond directly, but he seed intrigued by Ian’s conjecture.
At this ti, standing beside him, Nicolas Flal suddenly laughed, his eyes flashing with excitent.
"Interesting, so interesting!"
Nicolas Flal rubbed his hands, his face full of eager anticipation, "rlin! That’s the legendary Wizard King! Who wouldn’t want to et him in person?"
"I rember Ririm, that student, he asked about wand-making... if Ririm truly is rlin, then he must have so alchemy skills more extraordinary than mine!"
The more he spoke.
Nicolas Flal beca more excited.
It turns out that even an Alchemy Master cannot resist rlin’s ’idol filter’. Of course, it might also be Nicolas Flal wanting to engage in genuine exchanges with rlin about alchemy knowledge.
People.
Always have the desire to compare their own specialties with those of their peers, Nicolas Flal’s heart was previously calm and composed all because there was no one who could equal him.
But rlin is different.
Nicolas Flal truly wants to sit and discuss with the ’sage’.
Regarding this point, it’s not just the Little Wizard who can sense his emotions, Dumbledore also glanced at Nicolas Flal, with a slightly helpless smile in his eyes.
"Nicolas, calm down. We don’t have definitive evidence yet." Indeed, the old headmaster, faced with such explosive news and situation, still did not let his emotions fluctuate much.
Calm, rational.
That is Albus Dumbledore’s greatest characteristic when facing almost any matter—of course, things related to Ariana were rare exceptions when he lost control of his emotions a few tis.
In response to Dumbledore’s words.
"But Ian’s intuition has always been quite accurate, hasn’t it?" Nicolas Flal is quite trusting of the Little Wizard, how to put it, an excellent alchemist must undoubtedly have sharp intuition.
In this aspect, his intuition also tells him Ian is correct, so this Alchemy Master with an excited expression, eyes fixed on Ian.
"Little fellow, how do you think we should verify this conjecture?" He rubbed his hands, eager as if he imdiately wanted to find that first-year freshman.
Ian pondered for a mont before saying, "If Ririm truly is rlin, he certainly won’t easily expose himself, but we have enough ans to reveal his true form."
His words carried a certain firmness.
However.
"Do we really have such ans?" Nicolas Flal’s cloudy eyes filled with confusion, he looked around at the alchemical props, failing to find anything that could affect a legendary wizard.
How to put it, he hadn’t researched similar props at all, after all, if he hadn’t joined Hogwarts this year, he wouldn’t believe the End of the Dharma Era still had legends alive.
"Uh..."
Ian turned to see Headmaster Dumbledore also watching him.
"So I have the ans to reveal his true form?"
He corrected his earlier wording. As to what kind of ans, Dumbledore did not inquire, he simply played with the Elder Wand as he lightly spoke.
"Go find him, Ian."
The old headmaster’s tone was mild; however, his thod of playing with the Elder Wand seed to suggest sothing intriguing. Clearly, the greatest White Wizard of the century was not truly unperturbed.
Everyone has their own pride.
Albus Dumbledore perhaps also longs to learn magic from rlin... well, that is a humble expression. Ian felt he clearly sensed the surging vitality from the old headmaster.
"Yes, professor."
Ian carefully placed the Ancient Ti Converter, and was about to turn and leave when Nicolas Flal suddenly called out to him.
"Wait a mont!"
Nicolas Flal said this as he ran to his pile of alchemical works to rummage around, Ian halted his steps, looking at Nicolas Flal with curiosity.
Ian thought he was preparing so powerful magic props, only to see the Alchemy Master pull out an exquisite glass bottle from a cloak he had swapped out without washing.
He held this bottle, carefully approaching Ian’s cloak, placing the mouth of the bottle against his hem. There one saw a magical fluctuation swirling at the mouth of the bottle.
"What is this?"
Ian curiously asked.
He saw countless tiny particles flowing into the bottle.
"Your cloak has rainwater from over a thousand years ago." Nicolas Flal explained, his eyes filled with excitent, "I want to collect so samples to study the composition of rainwater from past eras. This is a rare opportunity! We can understand the past environnt, and also accurately determine the date of the rlin Era!"
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