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Chapter 257: I Admire His Cunning!
Chapter 257: I Admire His Cunning!
"I admire his cunning!" said a middle-aged Wizard in a black robe, his expression gloomy, from another portrait.
He then began to complain about the Sorting Hat lying on the shelf, pretending to be dead.
"That old hat must have made a mistake again. He should have come to our Slytherin! What a fine child, and he ends up in a house of brutes."
Hearing this, the crumpled hat on the shelf immediately sprang up and retorted.
"No, no, no! I still stand by my decision. He has the qualities that belong in Gryffindor! You know, I never make mistakes!"
Who knows how many mistakes you've made? The bearded old man was quite dissatisfied. Clearly, members of the Black family were all excellent Slytherins, but this old hat insisted on placing someone in the Gryffindor house.
If he had been alive back then, he would have thrown this cursed hat into the fireplace!
"Did you hear that, Ivan-Hals belongs to our Gryffindor house", said a robust Wizard from Gryffindor, smugly. He then turned his head to glare at the portrait of the middle-aged Wizard, and said angrily.
"Also, which house did you call a house of brutes? To be honest, are you thinking of fighting me?"
The gloomy middle-aged Wizard headmaster did not want to deal with this brute, but the latter was already grinning and wielding a sword, crawling into his frame.
Even though both were powerful Wizards in life, they were now just portraits and could not cast spells. They could only wrestle fiercely within the confines of their frames.
Several portraits on the walls watched this scene with disdain.
They felt that as people of status, even if they had been dead for a long time, they should not engage in such disgraceful behavior.
"I think this child is quite good. He didn't hesitate at all when returning that Wand. I wouldn't have been able to do that", said a knowledgeable Ravenclaw headmaster.
The Elder Wand of the Deathly Hallows might be a secret to other Wizards, but the portraits here were among the most powerful Wizards in the Wizarding World, and many of them had a good understanding of the most powerful Wand.
That was why Ivan's behavior was all the more commendable.
However, another portrait quickly contradicted him. "How do you know he wasn't just putting on an act?"
"He's just a second-year Wizard. Can't we all think positively for once?"
The quiet Headmaster's Office soon filled with the sound of arguments. The usually silent headmasters all joined the discussion.
This was because Ivan was too special, achieving many things at a young age that had surprised them all. Everyone was eagerly anticipating his future accomplishments.
As the arguments grew louder, a old witch wearing a purple Wizard hat suddenly shouted.
"Enough! How long have we all been dead? What's the point of arguing here? This isn't what we should be discussing. I believe Albus will make the right decision!"
All the portraits turned their gaze to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stopped tapping his fingers on the table but did not respond.
He knew more about Ivan than the portraits and was also more confused.
This small Wizard was like a figure shrouded in a thick mist, with a history and personality filled with contradictions, making it hard to distinguish truth from falsehood.
"Hals!" Dumbledore closed his eyes, thinking for a moment, and then slowly pulled out an old photograph from a drawer. It showed a group of young Wizards smiling and waving at him.
Dumbledore's long index finger slowly traced over the photograph, as if he were recalling something.
Unfortunately, most of the people in the photo could only remain in his memories.
On the other side, Ivan, who had just walked out of the Headmaster's Office, let out a sigh of relief. He had managed to get away with it.
He had expected Dumbledore to ask him more questions, such as how he destroyed the Horcrux or how Tom Riddle had manipulated him into going to the Chamber of Secrets.
However, none of that happened. What puzzled Ivan even more was that he didn't feel Dumbledore using Legilimency at any point.
This unusual behavior made Ivan somewhat uneasy.
Although Dumbledore was a law-abiding white Wizard who restrained his power and generally wouldn't use Legilimency on others, he always made an exception when it came to Voldemort.
Based on past experiences, Dumbledore would at least use Legilimency to verify the truth when he reached the crucial parts of the story. This time, however, nothing happened.
Could Dumbledore have discovered that he was using Occlumency?
Ivan couldn't figure it out.
At that moment, a system notification sounded in his mind.
Curious, Ivan opened the system panel to check and found that another title had been added to the Legendary Title section.
【Legendary Title: Heir of Slytherin
Legendary Level: 1
Legendary Event: You successfully solved the puzzle, found the knowledge inheritance left by Slytherin, and engaged in a decisive battle with another heir in the Chamber of Secrets, emerging victorious!】
"So, I've gathered most of the five Legendary Points?" Ivan mused, stroking his chin.
A few hours earlier, the task involving the Dark Lord's wish had provided him with one Legendary Point. Now he had two. He was confident that receiving the Order of Merlin would also be a Legendary Event, bringing him closer to unlocking the next protection mode.
"Unfortunately, the newly reborn Phoenix is still too small", Ivan lamented.
Ivan had always been keen on the Phoenix's bloodline, especially since Fawkes had been hovering around him. At the time, he had thought it was the perfect opportunity to obtain Phoenix blood.
However, when Fawkes was reborn, he was only the size of a fist. Drawing even a hundred milliliters of blood might have killed him outright. Additionally, he hadn't yet gathered enough Legendary Points, so he had reluctantly abandoned the idea.
Over the next two days, with the cursed diary Horcrux destroyed and the attacks over, Ivan resumed his long-overdue leisurely life.
It's worth noting that after the Horcrux diary was destroyed, the several first-year girls who had been in a coma woke up one by one.
Not long after, Dumbledore gathered everyone in the Great Hall to explain the cause of the attacks—their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart, had been bewitched by an evil Dark Magic book, leading him to attack his own students.
Following this, Dumbledore dismissed Professor Lockhart and announced that the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes would be canceled.
(End of Chapter)
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