On the way back.
Grindelwald fell completely silent, not uttering a word, as he set the Door Key on Ian's shoulder—he had witnessed many strange occurrences in his life, but looking back now, it seemed his experiences were still insufficient.
There's no great enmity!
Why would someone directly dig up someone else's ancestral grave? As the Door Key activated, the emotionally conflicted Grindelwald and the gleeful Ian vanished into the serene wilderness.
It still felt like riding an invisible train, the two of them being pulled by some intangible force, the surroundings flashing by like scenes in a kaleidoscope.
As the peculiar experience gradually subsided, they found themselves back in the warm office, with no more cold and dampness from the dense forest, only a faint aroma of tea lingering in the air.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Grindelwald couldn't help but ask upon returning to Hogwarts. He even noticed that Ian's backpack had been expanded with the Enlargement Charm and made lighter with the Wingardium Leviosa, yet Ian still felt it was heavy, indicating just how many unfortunate bones were inside.
"Of course, it's to prevent Voldemort from potentially having a use for them." Ian's main objective was certainly not this, though he did pay a visit to the neighboring abandoned village.
The village had long been deserted.
However, the cemetery from years ago remained. Since Old Tom's grave was indeed hard to find, Ian demonstrated his fairness there, without bias.
He didn't let Grindelwald wait for almost an hour without reason.
After all, using magic to play the role of a tomb raider was incredibly efficient, making professionals like Wu Xie and Hu Bayi unemployed on the spot.
If it weren't for the fact that some tombs blocked with rocks or sealed lids would obstruct the [Corpse Reappearance], Ian wouldn't even need shovels or hoes to assist them.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe..." Grindelwald softly murmured, looking at Ian with a peculiar expression.
"Looks like you've already finished reading 'Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled', even planning to guard against such a harsh ritual. Our Black Demon King had the great misfortune of encountering you and your entire family." At that moment, Grindelwald resolved to make sure others bury him a little deeper after he dies.
Preferably where no one could find him.
Indeed.
Perhaps having a blood relative does seem to have some significance. He began contemplating whether he should be nicer to Aurora and also ensure that Aurora does not share his and Dumbledore's future grave location with Ian—after all, this little rascal truly has a dirty mind, who knows if his posthumous peace would be disturbed.
"I entrust you both to block our enemies for me."
Just the thought of such a scenario possibly occurring, and then his and Dumbledore's bodies slowly climbing out of the grave, made Grindelwald's scalp tingle and his vision darken.
Why did I give this guy 'Advanced Dark Arts Unveiled'?
The inner interrogation made Grindelwald's expression go out of control.
"What's the matter, Professor?"
Ian showed his concern proactively, somewhat curious, "Logically speaking, you should have anticipated this better than me, right? You've even seen clearly where the Resurrection Stone Ring is; when it comes to potential future risks, logically, you should be able to predict them in advance too?"
To say Ian had always struggled with was any course related to prophecy and divination. Even though he masqueraded as a Divination Master once, ever since he enrolled, he hadn't been able to establish a skill panel approval in this subject.
"That's because the Resurrection Stone Ring is connected to our headmaster. No matter how powerful the Prophet, they can't see the entire script. The more they want to see, the easier they are played by fate." Grindelwald shook his head, walking to the sink to clean up, displaying his apparent compulsive cleanliness.
"I've always warned you, Ian, that prophecy comes with a price. The more you understand, the greater the cost, and it's not just the price you wish to pay that will grant you the ability to peer into it." The Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts offered Ian a heartfelt reminder about divination.
Ian seemed pensive.
"I remember Professor Sybil Trelawney from Divination Class making dozens of prophecies every day. Though many are fake, sometimes her prophecies are surprisingly accurate."
"In 'Wizard's Shadow: The Mystery of the Mysterious Man', it's even mentioned that she predicted the Mysterious Man's death. Such a prophecy must have had a considerable impact on the Wizarding World, right?"
"But I see Professor Sybil Trelawney still enjoying her meals to the fullest, without even a broken leg to show for it. Last time, she even snatched away my hotpot from the Little Elf's kitchen." Ian voiced his confusion, as information related to prophets was hard to glean from books in the Hogwarts Library.
Even in the Forbidden Book Area, there weren't many related books. What he could find were often individual authors' opinions, with sometimes contradictory content appearing in different books.