Chapter 828: Chapter 232: Wizard King! Defeated!

Ian was still summarizing his gains.

However.

"Tell me, what seasoning did you add to your avatar?" Merlin, seemingly unconcerned about this, boldly asked with a voice that was almost trembling.

He really didn’t expect that his meticulously 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 Merlin.

He was only afraid of Ian’s tricks.

"Uh..."

Faced with Merlin’s inquiry.

Ian hesitated slightly for a moment. Worrying about his image in Dumbledore’s eyes, he didn’t speak directly but whispered to Merlin somewhat tactfully.

"Great Mage, do you know what cauliflower is?"

He tried to lower his voice.

But Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel heard it clearly from afar. Their expressions were hard to describe in words, perhaps only Merlin hadn’t yet reacted.

"What do you mean?"

Merlin’s voice carried a hint of dry heaving.

"I mean... 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 method, which makes me 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, Merlin 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 mercy.

It was... his legs really went weak!

"You bastard! You’re ruthless!" It’s worth mentioning that Merlin 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.

"..."

Merlin didn’t respond.

The little wizard just assumed he consented silently.

Witnessing this scene.

The already complex feelings of Albus Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel became even more complicated. They both recalled the previous mention by the little wizard about defeating Merlin.

Turns out... this was the way they won!?

"Is this... the confrontation between legendary wizards?" Nicolas Flamel murmured, his tone filled with disbelief as he sought confirmation from another legendary wizard beside him.

However.

Dumbledore merely 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 Merlin could... could be like this!" Nicolas Flamel sighed a bit, feeling his idealized image of Merlin shattered.

"Perhaps influenced by some abnormal factors." Dumbledore glanced at Ian with a somewhat 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 moment, 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 somewhat 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 Merlin, even the Wizard King couldn’t withstand such a method!

Do Unforgivable Curses have this kind of record?