Ian and Merlin had just emerged from the dark and damp underground tomb, surrounded by dense woods and jagged rocks, with the scent of earth and grass filling the air.

They both thought this was an uninhabited area.

Who would have thought?

A figure suddenly appeared not far from them, and on this person's shoulder perched a bird exuding an unusual aura, its feathers golden-red, its tail feathers long, and a hint of intelligence in its eyes.

If it's not a Phoenix, what else could it be?

Ian and Merlin had both seen a real Phoenix before, and almost simultaneously recognized the creature on the man's shoulder. However, only Ian couldn't suppress a shout of amazement.

"Wow! It's a real Phoenix!" Ian looked intently for several moments to confirm, having never imagined encountering a Phoenix under such circumstances.

You know.

In the Magic World, the Phoenix itself is an extremely rare magical creature, let alone in today's wild era. In this age, many people spend their whole lives searching, possibly never able to verify the truth of the Phoenix's existence. Encountering a Phoenix on the road might only be as improbable as remembering lottery numbers, traveling back in time, and winning the jackpot.

"You're a Dumbledore!"

Ian almost instinctively judged the newcomer's identity, as in the histories he studied, the Dumbledore family was the only one able to gain the loyalty of a Phoenix.

Perhaps others might have a fleeting connection with a Phoenix, but when it comes to loyalty, only the Dumbledore family has ever won the allegiance of a Phoenix. This was written in the "Magic History" as a first-year exam question—who says there's no social savvy in the West? At least in Hogwarts, such social nuances absolutely exist!

"Huh? You know me?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The man noticeably paused upon hearing Ian's words, a bit bewildered. He wore a slightly tattered robe, appearing somewhat downcast, with several seemingly long-unused Magic Props hanging at his waist.

This person is indeed a Wizard.

However.

The Magic Power is rather primitive.

There's a suppressed feeling of undeveloped magic... almost forming a Mormon-like sensation.

"I don't know you, but I know the Phoenix on your shoulder, it will only be loyal to the Dumbledore family." Ian's gaze remained fixed on the Phoenix perched on the man's shoulder.

"Phoenix, huh..."

The man seemed to have a sudden realization.

"Huh? You didn't know?"

Ian also perceived some oddity from the emotions emitted by the other man, surprisingly unaware that the creature following him was a Phoenix.

But this person somehow knew of the Phoenix's existence.

It's unbelievable no matter how you look at it.

"I've always thought it was just a turkey, it's been with me since childhood, and whenever it gets cold, it would burst into flames to keep me warm."

The man awkwardly scratched his head, looking rather shy.

"..."

Not just Ian was speechless.

Even Merlin nearly lost his composure.

Ian and Merlin exchanged a glance, both showing a bemused expression. Merlin marveled internally at how someone could mistake the precious Phoenix for a turkey.

I mean, this guy's nerves must be quite thick! Mistaking a Phoenix for a turkey and using it as a stove? Had other Wizards known, they might just be furious enough to vomit blood.

"If Phoenix enthusiasts learned of this, they would kick this guy out of the Dumbledore family, just like JK Rowling being stripped of her author status."

Ian also internally mocked.

One has to admit, this ancestor of the Dumbledore family is truly one of a kind.

Honestly, both Ian and Merlin are witnessing someone mistaking a Phoenix for a turkey for the first time, and the Phoenix doesn't seem bothered... really an extraordinarily good-natured Phoenix, Merlin thought, and began to examine the young man with the Phoenix.

"Phoenix Clan, interesting."

An unusual gleam flashed in Merlin's eyes. He carefully scrutinized the Phoenix on the man's shoulder, then at the man himself, finally turning to Ian with a meaningful look.

As if contemplating something.

"I'm Leonard Dumbledore." The young man perhaps sought to change the subject, covering up the embarrassing mistake he made due to ignorance and introduced himself to the two.

Indeed, he's someone from the Dumbledore Clan.

Perhaps even an ancestor of Albus?

Ian looked around at the surroundings, the tomb he chose was originally part of Godric's Hollow, so encountering people from the Dumbledore family, who have lived here for generations, is quite normal.

"Your family definitely possesses an exceptional bloodline." Merlin nodded and suddenly spoke. He had never encountered anyone who can harness a Phoenix compared to Ian's understanding of Dumbledore.

Furthermore, from the little wizard's words, it seemed that the descendants of the Dumbledore family all have the ability to manage a Phoenix, which immediately piqued Merlin's interest.

As a Wizard living in early medieval times, gaining information wasn't as convenient as in later generations. Regarding the Phoenix, even Merlin had only seen a few very mysterious ones.

In his knowledge, Phoenixes are extremely proud and spiritual beings, generally they don't readily follow mortals. Now this Phoenix is so close to Leonard, making Merlin ponder whether this might be related to the bloodline of the Dumbledore family, and he is highly interested in this bloodline mystery.