Ian was still summarizing his gains.
However.
"Tell , what seasoning did you add to your avatar?" rlin, seemingly unconcerned about this, boldly asked with a voice that was almost trembling.
He really didn’t expect that his ticulously planned revenge would be easily seen through by Ian, who then turned the tables, and even found the greatest weakness of the Prophet through it.
But such things didn’t matter to rlin.
He was only afraid of Ian’s tricks.
"Uh..."
Faced with rlin’s inquiry.
Ian hesitated slightly for a mont. Worrying about his image in Dumbledore’s eyes, he didn’t speak directly but whispered to rlin sowhat tactfully.
"Great Mage, do you know what cauliflower is?"
He tried to lower his voice.
But Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal heard it clearly from afar. Their expressions were hard to describe in words, perhaps only rlin hadn’t yet reacted.
"What do you an?"
rlin’s voice carried a hint of dry heaving.
"I an... Soon, Great Mage, you won’t have to worry about not having enough cauliflower to eat; it’ll grow all over your body, sprouting batch after batch very quickly."
"Of course, I originally wanted it to bloom in a multicolored form, but unfortunately, I added a little magic immunity thod, which makes have to give up the idea of having cauliflower blossom splendidly."
"It’s rather a pity." Ian was indeed conducting magical research on viruses and bacteria, and this was his result, but it’s the type of research result one dares not publish in papers or journals.
"!!!???"
Already standing up, rlin stiffened upon hearing this, turned pale, and looked at the little wizard outside the door, falling to his knees without warning.
This wasn’t begging for rcy.
It was... his legs really went weak!
"You bastard! You’re ruthless!" It’s worth ntioning that rlin himself was quite tough; though his face was as white as paper, he still gritted his teeth and didn’t give in.
"Great Mage, I won again."
Outside the room.
Ian spoke softly.
"..."
rlin didn’t respond.
The little wizard just assud he consented silently.
Witnessing this scene.
The already complex feelings of Albus Dumbledore and Nicolas Flal beca even more complicated. They both recalled the previous ntion by the little wizard about defeating rlin.
Turns out... this was the way they won!?
"Is this... the confrontation between legendary wizards?" Nicolas Flal murmured, his tone filled with disbelief as he sought confirmation from another legendary wizard beside him.
However.
Dumbledore rely covered his face.
Remained silent.
He also started to doubt his life. Both of them couldn’t believe nor imagine that a confrontation between legendary wizards could be so primitive, so reverting to simplicity?
They never fought like this when they were young!
"Honestly, I never thought rlin could... could be like this!" Nicolas Flal sighed a bit, feeling his idealized image of rlin shattered.
"Perhaps influenced by so abnormal factors." Dumbledore glanced at Ian with a sowhat speechless expression. To be honest, he didn’t even notice when Ian laid out this series of moves.
By normal logic, an outstanding student would have made him feel gratified. However, at this mont, recalling Ian’s earlier seamless layout.
Dumbledore really wanted to question if Ian Prince, the most outstanding student at Hogwarts, was developing in... slightly wrong direction?
"At least he hasn’t thrown any crap into the bedrooms of those Slytherin students who offended him." As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore felt sowhat relieved.
This type of attack really made him feel his scalp tingling.
Completely unwilling to face it.
More magical than magic, scarier than Imperio, he would call it true psyshock. Just look at rlin, even the Wizard King couldn’t withstand such a thod!
Do Unforgivable Curses have this kind of record?
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