Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 861 243: Dumbledore's Secret (3)

That must be a real transformation.

A bloody storm.

He hardly dared to imagine such a scene. Fortunately, fortunately, this kind of power is only in Ian's hands, so it probably would only be used on the workers in the Black Heart Workshop of 997?

Starting work at nine in the morning and finishing at nine the next morning, seamlessly continuing work... It sounds a bit terrifying, but it's still easier to accept than a war between wizards and Muggles.

"Um... Professor, your gaze seems a bit off." Ian noticed an indescribable emotion in Dumbledore's gaze.

"It's nothing."

Dumbledore shook his head with an unchanged expression.

He looked again towards the animals not far away, seeing a blessed rabbit jump dozens of meters high, the strength of its legs completely defying common sense.

Such a scene couldn't help but itch the old principal's heart.

"Apply this influence to me. I want to experience it firsthand." The old principal's tone carried a sense of anticipation, as he actively dismissed his own magical protection.

"Are you sure?"

Ian hesitated for a moment.

"Absolutely sure."

Dumbledore smiled.

Seeing this situation, Ian didn't hesitate either. He nodded, and with a light wave of his magic wand, a more solid beam of golden light emerged from the illuminating column of light.

It was like a wave, directly enveloping Dumbledore.

"It's truly a wondrous experience."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, carefully feeling the power. Instantly, he felt a huge energy surging within his body, as if it were filled with endless strength.

Beneath his skin, it felt like countless tiny streams of light were flowing.

"This is amazing!"

In Ian's view, he saw Dumbledore's muscles begin to expand, his originally loose robe stretching taut, eventually bursting open with a "bang".

"Hiss~"

The little wizard couldn't help but inhale sharply.

What is Gandalf!

Perhaps this is the true Gandalf!

Albus Dumbledore suddenly transformed into a muscular old man with a different style, and without the pointed hat kind, surpassing even the muscle-boosting magic potion invented by the Ravens!

"It's like the style of an old man's hot-blooded manga!"

The little wizard couldn't help but exclaim.

What appeared before him was a Dumbledore he had never seen before. The old principal's body appeared exceptionally muscular in the golden light, with defined muscle lines unlike any centenarian.

More striking were the countless fine silver runes appearing on his skin, like some ancient seal—not an influence of the Lighting Spell on Dumbledore.

It seemed more like some secret of the old principal himself was being induced.

"What is this?"

Ian widened his eyes and curiously asked, trying to interpret the runes on Dumbledore, but it felt like looking at an inscrutable text, not belonging to any known Magic Rune system.

Dumbledore looked down at his body, the runes that appeared made his gaze complicated.

"Some protective measures from long ago."

The old principal succinctly explained, but did not elaborate. He flexed his muscular arms, and the silver runes flowed with him.

"Protective measures?"

Ian could feel the astounding magical power currently surging inside Dumbledore, at least three to five times stronger than usual. The silver runes were greedily absorbing the golden light.

They became increasingly bright.

"Professor, how do you feel?" Ian carefully asked.

"Feeling like I'm eighteen again, hmm, I was just this fit at eighteen." Dumbledore joked rarely, but just then, a change happened again.

Dumbledore's chest suddenly glowed with a dazzling black light.

In the next moment.

The old principal groaned, dropping to one knee, his expression turning pained.

"Professor!"

Ian quickly withdrew the magic, and the golden light dissipated in an instant.

"It's nothing."

Dumbledore stood up, breathing heavily, his robe had somehow returned to its normal state. He gently pressed his chest, where a strange scar was faintly visible—like one left by some sharp weapon piercing through.

"Seems like some old injuries don't like this kind of treatment." The old principal chuckled bitterly, his voice returning to calm, and before Ian could inquire, he directly spoke decisively.

"Let's end here for today, Ian."

The old principal clearly didn't want Ian to ask more.

"Alright, Professor,"

Ian nodded knowingly.

However.

He still recalled the black mark that had appeared on Dumbledore's chest.

It looked really familiar.

A bit like... the shape of overlapping Deathly Hallows?