Chapter 825: Chapter 231: The Little Wizard’s Retribution (Part 3)

Nicolas Flamel’s voice carried a hint of barely concealed excitement.

Ian shook his head helplessly, feeling: True to the Alchemy Master’s attention to detail and thirst for knowledge, also true to the boredom of a man over several hundred years old.

Perhaps.

Neither Ian, nor the current Nicolas Flamel, nor the astute Albus Dumbledore, at this moment realized what this little bottle of rainwater Ian brought back truly signified.

The revolution it would bring.

No one could predict.

...

Nicolas Flamel carefully stored the bottle of rainwater collected from the past timespace.

Ian led the two elders towards the Ravenclaw College common room.

The sun had not yet risen, and Hogwarts was naturally silent, with only the occasional bird call from outside and the overlapping echo of three people’s footsteps.

Ian walked along the Hogwarts corridor towards the Ravenclaw College common room.

He couldn’t contain his curiosity.

"Aren’t we going to call the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" In fact, the little wizard was curious about Grindelwald’s situation now, this indirect approach was too simplistic.

Dumbledore certainly understood his meaning, but the old headmaster did not respond directly, just smiled slightly, a complex gleam flashing in his eyes.

"When he returns, you’ll find out."

A non-answer that made Ian’s mind conjure up images.

Yet he couldn’t pursue the question further.

Soon, the three arrived at the Ravenclaw College common room. A quiet and mysterious atmosphere filled the room, with soft blue chandeliers casting gentle light, illuminating the neatly arranged bookshelves and comfortable sofas. It was early morning, the sun had not risen, and the common room was empty.

Piercing through the lounge sofas and bookshelves, passing the statue of Lady Ravenclaw, they walked straight towards the dormitory area. At this moment, most students were still in dreamland, but Ian could sense that several dormitories already produced the sounds of turning pages and whispers. Evidently, Ravenclaw students had begun a day of "competitive studying."

Occasional faint magical lights seeped through the door cracks.

"It’s good to be back."

Ian stopped at his dorm room door, slightly sensing the situation inside.

Sure enough, Michael was still snoring away, while William had already sat at the desk, engrossed in study. He didn’t disturb them but turned his gaze towards Ririm’s dormitory door.

"Ready?"

Ian asked quietly, already clutching his magic wand.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel exchanged a glance but did not draw their wands. Dumbledore even considered knocking politely, but Ian had his own judgment.

No one understood the Wizard King Merlin better than him!

Startling the snake would make Merlin run faster! Though they hadn’t interacted much, Ian felt he absolutely understood this Wizard King well!

Precisely because of this.

He directly waved his magic wand, murmuring: "Alohomora!"

The magic spell was invincible.

The dormitory door opened in response.

In the darkness, it seemed someone was sleeping on the bed.

And just then.

Ian just wanted to say something to the two elders, but suddenly noticed Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore’s faces changed drastically, both retreating ungracefully towards the door.

"What’s going on?"

Ian’s intuition was a step slow.

As if disturbed by some kind of interference. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Makes his heart just begin to harbor a bad premonition.

The next moment.

"Whalaa~"

A crack opened in the ceiling above.

It’s water from the Yellow River coming from the sky—here, the character "Yellow" is literal, describing the color of the water, murky and torrential, a yellow liquid pouring down like a waterfall.

"Good morning, Ian."

A voice sounded in the room.

Malicious.

Evil.

At least it sounded so to Ian.

"Two thousand years of accumulation, can you withstand it?"

On this day.

Perhaps Hogwarts was truly unclean.