"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! This... this really isn't what I wanted to do!" Daphne Greengrass looked like a startled deer after realizing she grabbed Ian.
She stumbled backwards a few steps and then abruptly bowed to Ian, apologizing with zero frame starters, her somewhat pretty face full of panic and timidity.
"Let me guess, is it Professor Lockhart?" Ian's gaze lingered on the red book in Daphne Greengrass's hand. The stories from this little Slytherin wizard probably all came from the book since she had kept her head down reading and talking as if reciting words when stopping others.
"Yes, him, that cursed... terrifying professor." Daphne Greengrass's voice carried a sobbing tone, and when she mentioned Grindelwald, she only dared to use a voice as tiny as a mosquito, her ghastly pale face still looking around cautiously, as if afraid that Grindelwald might pop out from somewhere.
"He told me that by tonight, I must tell at least five hundred people the contents described in this book; otherwise, in the next class, he will make me kiss a Dementor." After confirming that Grindelwald wouldn't suddenly appear, Daphne Greengrass fearfully recounted her ordeal.
"..."
Ian never thought Grindelwald had such a malicious sense of humor, and he looked again at the tightly-held red book, where the open pages were actually weaving different stories on their own.
This was evidently an alchemy creation.
Capable of freely creating numerous stories starring Ian Prince. Only because of the creator's lack of effort, the stories crafted were increasingly ridiculous in their quality.
"No professor would dare do something that harms little wizards, Dumbledore would never agree." Ian was sure Grindelwald was merely trying to frighten the child before him.
Due to Dumbledore's "constraints," the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts dare not even kill malicious Muggles on the road, how could he possibly lay hands on the little wizards in school?
Ian felt confident in his judgment.
However.
Daphne Greengrass clearly thought otherwise.
"No, I... I've already discovered that our Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, this internationally acclaimed novelist, is probably a deeply hidden lunatic!"
"Didn't you attend his class on Dementors? Even though he said it was just an illusion created by mental magic, I clearly saw it before his class…"
"He really keeps a Dementor at the school!"
Upon saying this.
Daphne Greengrass's tears were already streaming down like waterfalls.
The once invincible pureblood Slytherin heir was now ghostly pale like a female ghost, her speaking voice imbued with uncontrollable fear and trembling.
"Fellow student, I want to tell you about this person beside me..." The more she thought about it, the more fearful Daphne Greengrass became, blocking a student right in front of Ian.
Her red book, although simple in craftsmanship, managed to detect Ian, who was in charge of storytelling, beside her.
"Just like this, this fellow student beside me, he defeated the Desire Demon in the Forbidden Forest, slaughtered three hundred Succubi within, and then returned to us as if nothing happened."
Indeed.
Watching Daphne Greengrass hold others and babble fabricated stories about him, even Ian felt slightly embarrassed.
He attempted to persuade Daphne Greengrass to stop, yet her fear of him clearly didn't outweigh the psychological shadow the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts cast over her.
Daphne Greengrass seemed determined to complete the "task" assigned by the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, continuously apologizing to Ian while stopping passing wizards.
Much like someone with a split personality, for every story she told, she apologized to Ian, then immediately grabbed someone else to continue. Every mention of Ian prompted her to bow in his direction.
The craftsmanship spirit was more thoroughly implemented by her than by Ian.
"..."
Ian found it difficult to maintain his composure, those little wizards Daphne Greengrass stopped looked at him like he was forcing her to do this.
"I need to find... Professor Lockhart!" Ian truly hadn't understood Grindelwald's perplexing behavior, could Grindelwald have predicted him giving the Resurrection Stone to Abeforth in advance?
But he gave him a fake one!
Could this be an intense retaliation by old Grindelwald?
It couldn't be that Daphne Greengrass had offended Grindelwald!
Just as Ian took out the Living Map and confirmed that Grindelwald was still near the basement and hadn't left, intending to find Grindelwald to ask what was going on...
"Hmm?"
Ian saw the figure of the Professor of Muggle Studies at the corner ahead, his nose twitching twice, and instinctively reaching for the magic wand under his robe.
"How about we catch some little bugs tonight?"
"Okay, okay, but we have to catch two, raise them big so they can have babies, an endless line of descendants, we'll surely get rich from this!"