In the vast underground room, spanning several hundred square meters, the burning flames had completely extinguished, leaving burn marks everywhere. Even the twelve stone pillars in the hall were not spared.
After all, Ian had cast Fiendfyre.
The metal decorations above were almost entirely burned away, yet the charred stone pillars retained a tattered appearance, showcasing the excellent craftsmanship of Hogwarts' civil engineering.
Fortunately, while Ian battled Voldemort, he still had the presence of mind to protect the Mirror of Erised. Otherwise, an ancient alchemy treasure would have been reduced to ashes like everything else.
Ian couldn't explain this to Teacher Morgan, as he remembered his promise to Teacher Morgan. That's why he distracted himself to protect the Mirror of Erised during the life-and-death battle.
It can only be said that Voldemort was significantly weakened by the Forbidden Magic Potion; otherwise, if everyone were at similar magic power levels, the chances of Ian defeating Voldemort weren't that high.
Even though his magic was blessed with Extraordinary Traits and he had far superior control over magic than other wizards, Voldemort's title as the Black Demon King carried some weight.
"Liking to read is a good habit, and it truly aligns with the usual choices of Ravenclaw students." Nicolas Flamel pondered for a long time but couldn't find any memory of "Wukong Chronicles."
He started to think perhaps it's some kind of bestseller from the Muggle World, and judging from the title, it should be related to the Eastern lands. It was reasonable that he hadn't read it in his lifetime.
After all, regarding matters of the Eastern Continent, even he didn't know much. He had visited there in the past but couldn't delve into the things there.
It's just that Eastern wizards are particularly exclusive.
"Indeed, being able to continuously acquire new knowledge is a source of happiness for me." Ian quickly chimed in, not lying.
The little wizard just hadn't told the whole truth—he didn't understand why he saw such an image, with the book he was reading standing out in the Mirror of Erised.
Clearly, the Mirror of Erised had already shown the power it possessed, unlike Grindelwald's Boggart, which was slightly interfered with by Ian's spiritual domain.
Such desire.
It was different from the image Ian always thought he would see… Do I not understand myself? Ian looked at the image in the Mirror of Erised several times.
The Black Phoenix perched on his shoulder, the little wizard flipping through a book, even gave him a glance, then pointed at the classic remark on "Wukong Chronicles."
"How is it not about conquering Azkaban, establishing a factory producing Galleons without paying wages, providing meals, or worrying about lodging?"
"Isn't my dream to have my face printed on a Galleon?"
Ian still had some doubts in his mind.
And at this moment.
"Ian has always had a passion for learning. If I remember correctly, in just one semester, he has borrowed 254 books from the library."
Albus Dumbledore also trusted Ian's words without suspicion, explaining to Nicolas Flamel, though the precise statistic was somewhat exaggerated.
Very clearly.
The old headmaster wasn't just mildly interested in Ian. Ian looked at Albus Dumbledore in astonishment, even suspecting he might know how many slices of bread Ian ate for breakfast—well, it's better than knowing how many pounds of Oliger he produced in a semester.
"More hungry for knowledge than I was at your age, an extraordinary gift, a diligent attitude, exceptional wisdom… and this astounding luck."
"Combined, it's evident your name will shine louder and brighter in the annals of history than any of us."
Nicolas Flamel sincerely mused.
"Well, well, I'm just a bit more excellent than my peers by a bit." Ian scratched his head as if embarrassed, but in reality, his smile almost reached his ears.
He regarded the skeletal figure of the great alchemist with curiosity, "Will you be our Hogwarts Professor of Alchemy in the future?"
Regarding the previous professor Arthur King having already run away, Ian was well aware. He had searched Hogwarts extensively after leaving the cycle but couldn't find a trace of Arthur King.
"That's right, during my remaining days alive, I will be your Professor of Alchemy. It's because your headmaster comes pleading to me once a year." Nicolas Flamel brushed off the truth about coming to watch the fun, as he was about to become a Hogwarts professor.
He still needed some dignity.
"Many long-established alchemists yearn for guidance from our new professor. I believe the students in recent years will benefit greatly."
"Ian, you must seize this opportunity."
Albus Dumbledore was clearly hinting.
If it were a Gryffindor student, they might respond with a casual chuckle. But since Ian is a Ravenclaw student, quick-witted, he immediately understood Albus Dumbledore's meaning and looked at Nicolas Flamel with a rather anxious expression.