"As for now... you can go with them." Dumbledore responded with a smile.
"..."
Snape was silent for a moment, "I have to go back to the school with you... Hmm, keep an eye on those unruly students, our Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts alone can't handle it."
It seemed like he was finding an excuse to escape the battle, if Harry Potter were here, he'd surely look down on him as a coward, but Ian understood his good uncle very well.
"You can, you and I along with Hagrid will take the little wizards back to school, remember to keep those disobedient brats in check, curiosity often kills the young calf."
"Not everyone has this child's skills..." Dumbledore looked at Ian slowly descending, his eyes carried a deep and profound meaning, "I must say, Mr. Prince, your performance is somewhat unexpected, it might be seen as a surprise brought by you."
The surrounding burnt trees and scorched earth let Dumbledore, who arrived, feel the intensity of the battle, even making his expression carry a hint of reminiscence.
Just at this moment.
"I'm not going back, I'm not afraid of the Mysterious Man, I want to act with the professors." Hagrid glanced at Snape with an eye that looked at cowards.
"Tsk tsk, what can you do here to help the professors? Do you plan to rampage through the forest with your bulk and directly disturb the hidden guy?"
Snape immediately retorted with sarcasm.
"I won't cause trouble!" Hagrid's face suddenly turned red, "I just want to find the two missing unicorns, I must find them."
His concern for the Fantastic Beasts has always been heartfelt, even risking himself without hesitation for them. However, such a touching attitude still caused Snape to continue his sarcastic taunts.
"Heh, your brain akin to a giant probably doesn't know what kind of rare material unicorn blood is, two unicorns clearly can't possibly still be alive."
Snape knew very well that Voldemort's desperate struggle required unicorn blood to sustain his life, he didn't think the Mysterious Man would treat unicorns like he does, keeping them and drawing their blood daily.
"Perhaps... perhaps they're still alive, just waiting for my rescue, I need to first assemble two stretchers, even if they're dead I must bring them back for burial." Hagrid clearly didn't care about Snape's mockery, he said as he planned to find suitable materials nearby to assemble simple stretchers.
However.
The area scorched by Fiery Fire had nothing that could bear weight.
"Crunch~"
Several seemingly intact trees snapped abruptly with a gentle bend, revealing their charred interiors. This was, after all, close to the area where Ian and Voldemort fought.
Hagrid looked around somewhat perplexed.
"Mr. Prince, perhaps you could help him?" Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it any longer, she couldn't help but lower her flying height to speak to Ian.
"Of course, no problem, I'm friends with Hagrid." Ian was already planning to take action, he quickly pulled out his magic wand and stepped forward to cast a Transformation Technique on several rotten logs.
Accompanied by the infusion of magic power and the casting of magic, the form and essence of the rotten logs began to change, quickly turning into two multifunctional stretchers with metal structures.
For the comfort of those who might lie on them, Ian even added a layer of padding in the middle, the exquisitely crafted stretchers were almost instantaneously completed.
"My goodness! They're wonderful!"
Hagrid was quite fond of the stretchers Ian had transformed.
Above the stretchers.
Professor McGonagall's face revealed undisguised praise.
"Although I've already sensed how much you've hidden in class from the Transformation you applied to the Fiery Fire, I still have to exclaim that this is truly outstanding transformation."
"I think it's already difficult to find a student at Hogwarts who is more skilled in the Transformation Spell than you." The voice of the mature Cat Lady had just fallen.
"Doesn't this warrant a few extra points for Ravenclaw?" Professor Flitwick immediately gave Ian a thumbs-up, looking at the flying Professor McGonagall beside him.
His eyes were full of desire for house points, even more fervent than a little wizard's. Perhaps this is the competitiveness of top students, being a house dean for years hasn't diminished it.
"This requires going back to the castle... I'll remember it." Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly, increasingly frustrated why Ian, who likes hiding a hand, was a Ravenclaw.
Pondering for a moment.
Professor McGonagall continued speaking to Ian, "You are excellent, Mr. Prince, but I hope you can respect your talent, your level has already far exceeded your peers, so what you need is more depth."
"At least in the Transformation Technique it must be so, it is an extremely dangerous magic, too many brilliant talents have caused irreversible tragedies because of impatience."
Professor McGonagall's reminder was extremely serious, fully demonstrating her concern for Ian, for many years, she had seen quite a few extraordinarily gifted wizards end in endless despair due to overconfidence.
"Of course, you taught us this on the first day of class." Ian nodded humbly, he knew Professor McGonagall was worried he might secretly attempt to become an Animagus.