"I admire his cunning!" said a gloomy middle-aged wizard in a black robe in another portrait.
He then complained about the Sorting Hat, which was playing dead on the shelf.
"That stupid hat must be wrong again. He should have come to Slytherin! What a good boy… to be assigned to such a foolhardy house."
At this, the crumpled hat on the trestle gave way, jumping up and retorting.
"No, no, no! I stand by my opinion that he should go to Gryffindor if he has the right qualities! I'm a Sorting Hat, you know!"
Who's to say you haven't made a mistake? the bearded old man grumbled. The Blacks were supposed to be good Slytherins, but this stupid hat was trying to put someone in Gryffindor House.
Had he been alive at the time, he would have thrown the damned hat into the furnace!
"Did you hear that? Ivan Hals belongs to Gryffindor House," a muscular Gryffindor wizard said proudly. He then turned his head unhappily to look at the portrait of a middle-aged wizard.
"And which House did you say was the House of Boor? Honestly, have you always wanted to fight me?"
The grim-faced middle-aged Headmistress tried to ignore the brute, but he had already slipped inside his frame, sword in hand.
Although both of them were powerful wizards in their lifetime, they were now just a painting. Neither of them could cast spells, so they could only fight fiercely in this small frame.
Several portraits on the walls looked on with disgust.
They felt that as people of status, they should not do something so humiliating even if they had been dead for a long time.
"I think he's a good kid," one of the Ravenclaw headmasters said. "He didn't hesitate to return the wand. I wouldn't have been able to do it."
The Elder Wand of the Deathly Hallows may be a secret to other wizards, but the portraits here were of some of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world, so many of them knew something about it.
It is for this reason that Ivan's performance is invaluable…
The next moment, however, a portrait retorted, "And how do you know it wasn't an act?"
"He's just a second year wizard. Can you all look on the bright side?"
The silent Headmaster's office was soon filled with the sounds of argument… as the usually silent headmasters joined in.
This was due to Ivan's exceptional ability to do many things that surprised them at such a young age that everyone looked forward to seeing what he would achieve in the future.
As the argument grew louder, an old witch in a purple wizard's hat suddenly shouted.
"Enough! What's the point of arguing when everyone's been dead for so long? It's not for us to discuss. Trust Albus to be decisive!"
All the portraits turned to look at Dumbledore…
Dumbledore paused in his tapping, but did not respond.
He knew more about Ivan than the portraits, and was more confused.
It was as if this small wizard was shrouded in a vast fog. His experiences and personality were full of contradictions, making it difficult to differentiate between real and fake…
"Hales!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then slowly pulled out an old photograph of a group of young witches and wizards smiling and waving at him…
Dumbledore's long index finger moved slowly across the picture, as if he were remembering something.
Unfortunately, most of them would only remain in his memory…
…
On the other side of the room, Yvonne let out a slow sigh of relief as she left the Headmaster's office. She had managed to get away with it.
He expected Dumbledore to ask him more about how he destroyed the Horcrux, or how Tom Riddle compelled him to go to the Chamber of Secrets…
However, there were none, and Ivan was even more suspicious, as he did not sense any signs of Dumbledore using Dementor.
Ivan was somewhat disturbed by this anomaly…
Although Dumbledore was an orderly white wizard who controlled his powers and generally did not use Dementor on others at will, he was an exception when it came to Voldemort.
Judging from previous experience, Dumbledore would at least use Legilimency to check if he was telling the truth when he got to the point, but this time there was nothing…
Could Dumbledore have found out that he was using Occlumency?
Yvonne wondered,
At this moment, a system notification sounded in his mind.
Out of curiosity, Ivan opened the system column and found another title in the Legend Title column.
[Legendary Title: Heir of Slytherin
Legend Level: 1
Legendary event: You successfully solved the riddle, found the legacy of knowledge left behind by Slytherin, and fought another heir to the Chamber of Secrets to the final victory!"
"So that's more than half of the five points?" Ivan murmured, rubbing his chin.
A few hours ago, the mission "The Dark Lord's Wish" had given him a point of legend. Now, it was two points. In addition, it would not be long before he received the Order of Merlin.
"It's a pity that Gondeclione's phoenix is so small," Ivan muttered regretfully.
Ivan had always been very fond of the phoenix's blood, not to mention the fact that Fox had come to him of his own accord.
However, Fox was only the size of a fist when he was first reborn, and a hundred milliliters of blood might have killed him. Given that he had yet to gather the required Legendary Points, Ivan reluctantly abandoned the idea.
…
For the next two days, without the damned Horcruxes and attacks, Ivan lived a life of leisure once again.
It is worth noting that after the Horcrux Diary was destroyed, the unconscious junior girls woke up.
Shortly after, Dumbledore gathered everyone in the Great Hall to explain the circumstances surrounding the attack — their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart, had been so bewitched by a book on the Dark Arts that he attacked his students.
Dumbledore then dismisses Professor Lockhart and announces the cancellation of Defence Against the Dark Arts class…