"Of course, to ensure absolute safety."
Albus Dumbledore responded with a hearty laugh.
"Is this what you meant by there's no danger?" Ian stared in disbelief at the laughing Headmaster, and finally understood what the note meant by no danger.
"A breathtaking battle, beyond my expectations, didn't give me a chance to offer any assistance." Albus Dumbledore gave Ian a thumbs-up.
Meanwhile, the older fellow, whose pictures Ian had only seen in books, Nicolas Flamel, remained silent, his eyes filled with doubt resting on the phoenix perched on Ian's shoulder.
"It has no soul, Dumbledore, this is not a normal phoenix…" Nicolas Flamel whispered so softly that only the two of them could hear.
"Hmm."
Albus Dumbledore's eyes flickered briefly, patting Nicolas Flamel's hand, keeping his expression unchanged as he stood up and walked out of the dark room.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, please check what's wrong with me!" Ian was genuinely a bit nervous; the Magic Rune Stripping Technique he usually performed proficiently had no effect.
"It's nothing to worry about, Ian, this is not a bad thing; in fact, it's something many would long for." Albus Dumbledore said as he walked towards Ian.
His expression was somewhat complicated, his tone a bit wistful.
"I bet a million Golden Galleons that this phoenix is different… There's something familiar about it; I must've seen such an odd thing somewhere before."
Nicolas Flamel stepped forward too, reaching out to touch the Black Phoenix. However, its blood-red gaze turned towards him, immediately instilling a strong sense of dread.
The ability of a Prophet warned him that touching it would be very dangerous.
"Not a bad thing?"
Ian was no longer concerned with his phoenix.
He looked at Albus Dumbledore with confusion.
"Indeed, it's actually your future path. Perhaps books you've read would acquaint you with its formal name." Albus Dumbledore turned to the Mirror of Erised before Ian. His eyes flickered more intensely, even with a hint of moisture.
No one knew what scene the Headmaster saw inside the mirror.
"What name?"
Ian quickly asked.
Albus Dumbledore turned back.
The eyes beneath his half-moon spectacles gradually calmed.
"It's called the Proof of Legend, marking the beginning of the Path of Legends." Albus Dumbledore's gentle voice echoed in the room where Voldemort had been vanquished.
Resonating with authority.
And filled with complexity and… envy.
"In my mind there's an elusive pattern, it's unclear, what is it?" Ian paused, then quickly mentioned the changes in his body.
"Only you can know what it is, child; when you can see it clearly, it means you've obtained a share of authority, signifying you truly become a legend."
Albus Dumbledore shook his head.
"In this regard, whoever would have thought a mere youngster would precede you; tsk tsk, I guess I didn't come to your Hogwarts in vain."
"This is indeed a significant matter!"
Nicolas Flamel's gaze finally shifted to Ian.
"Earlier I heard you mention 'wizards are gods'?" Watching the little wizard nod, he paused for a moment, then continued in a hoarse voice.
"Well, I quite appreciate your… conviction."
The near-legendary Alchemist suddenly seemed to ask casually, "I wonder if I might be fortunate enough to know what scene you saw inside The Mirror of Erised?"
Upon hearing.
Albus Dumbledore also looked at Ian.
"I was reading a book, Professors, I saw myself reading a book." Ian answered without hesitation, and Albus Dumbledore seemed to quietly exhale in relief.
"Reading, huh… What book?"
Nicolas Flamel seemed unwilling to give up and continued questioning.
"I think it's called 'Wukong Chronicles'."
Ian blinked, seeing Nicolas Flamel's puzzled expression because he hadn't heard the title before, he turned again to the Mirror of Erised.
He indeed truly saw himself reading.
However.
"I want this sky… I want everyone to understand my will"
Inside the magic mirror.
The book contained the only clear text.
Reflecting in Ian's eyes.