Just never found the right opportunity to spread it out.
"I think these ramblings are far from being considered... writings." Grindelwald flipped through Ian's article, and his expression gradually turned somewhat peculiar.
However, he did not refuse Ian's request.
"There are certainly wizards who believe it, and that's enough." Ian actually had another article titled "On the Influence of Traditional Magic Potions on Squib Probability," but he hadn't found time to complete it yet.
"I will help you with this favor, after all, I like helping little wizards." Grindelwald stowed away the parchment Ian handed over, without inquiring into Ian's reasons for doing so.
"If you could teach me the inscription on the Resurrection Stone, I would thank you in my dreams." Ian hurriedly pulled out the runes he had pried from the Resurrection Stone.
When it comes to discussing information about the Resurrection Stone, perhaps the only person he could talk to was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who helped him find the Resurrection Stone and handed it over to him.
"Who helped you decipher these?" Grindelwald looked at the runes drawn on more than a dozen pieces of parchment by Ian, and couldn't help but glance in surprise at the little wizard beside him.
"Of course, it was me!" Ian replied confidently. Lady Ravenclaw merely pointed out the research direction to him, while prying into the crafting techniques on the Resurrection Stone relied entirely on his own diligent research.
"Tut-tut, I told you not to use it, and yet you research its production process... I must say, it looks like you have quite a talent in Alchemy, though what you want to study is a bit too dangerous." Grindelwald gave Ian a deep look.
"I just love learning; for any alchemist, the temptation to decipher the Deathly Hallows is irresistible." Of course, Ian couldn't tell Grindelwald his true intentions.
Grindelwald did not doubt his explanation.
"Any remarkable achievement stems from exceeding normal curiosity and dedication." He evidently also appreciated Ian's boldness, though his face showed a regretful expression.
"I very much appreciate your pursuit of knowledge, but for now, I can't provide help in this area." Grindelwald's face showed signs of reminiscence, "I once, like you, attempted to study the extraordinary mysteries within the Deathly Hallows, and at that time, I happened to possess another Deathly Hallow."
He was clearly referring to the Elder Wand.
Ian had seen it in Dumbledore's memory.
"So, you didn't find a method to study these runes either?" Ian already knew the outcome but couldn't help but ask hopefully.
"That's right."
Grindelwald nodded, his response within Ian's expectations, but the look at the parchment in his hand caused his tone to pause slightly.
"However, I can attempt to help you study them. Honestly, it's the first time I've seen such alchemy runes." Grindelwald's comment quite surprised Ian.
"Didn't you say you studied... another Deathly Hallow?"
Ian felt somewhat astonished.
Could it be that the crafting techniques on the Elder Wand are a different system?
"Not everyone is as uniquely privileged and distinct as you." Grindelwald's voice contained a hint of sentiment, and he carefully tucked Ian's parchment into his robe.
It was a completely different level of care from how he treated Ian's grand piece of work.
"You are qualified to glimpse this mystery, validating that my choice was indeed correct." Grindelwald seemed very pleased, dispelling any thoughts of returning to sleep. While Ian was still pondering whether the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor before him and other wizards couldn't directly see the crafting techniques from the Resurrection Stone.
"Do you have time to refine your Fiendfyre?"
Grindelwald suddenly spoke to Ian in a lighthearted tone.
"Its previous performance was indeed good, but... I think there are some flaws that can be corrected." The unexpected teaching invitation caught Ian off guard.
"Of course, there's time!"
Ian unhesitatingly abandoned his original plans.
A hot bath can be taken anytime.
Grindelwald personally teaching the Fiendfyre spell was an unparalleled opportunity.
...
Just as Ian followed Grindelwald into the Room of Requirement.
On the other side of the eighth floor.
Inside Hogwarts' Headmaster's Office, after bidding farewell to Grindelwald and seeing off Filch, who was submitting a "punishment" application, the busy Dumbledore finally had a moment to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea.
Of course.
The unchanged black tea, even when extra sugar was added, becoming a beverage for diabetic special medicine, still didn't bring joy to Dumbledore as he drank it now.
"How could it not be him who took it!"
Clearly.
Albus Dumbledore was still preoccupied with the missing item. On the desk in front of him lay a plain envelope, opened but containing only a letter and nothing more.
There ought to have been a photograph in it.
"Did you really not see him take anything away?" Dumbledore looked up at the portraits of the headmasters, who all shook their heads helplessly.
"You've already asked us this question dozens of times; we only saw the little wizard give him a small trinket and didn't see him take any photo from your precious envelope."