Bab 3: (3) Ian Sheds Three Tears!
"Mr. Potter, you resemble your parents very much," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile, his tone carrying a touch of nostalgia.
Ian blinked, momentarily taken aback, then lowered his gaze.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I've never met my parents. I'm an orphan. If it weren't for Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I'd probably still be living in the orphanage."
He thought to himself that surely, faced with such a pitiful story, Dumbledore wouldn't have the heart to continue probing him.
But, as it turned out, Dumbledore absolutely could.
[Ding! Albus Dumbledore's use of Legilimency on the host has been detected! The system has automatically scripted a 'life story' in the host's mind!]
Hearing the mechanical voice in his head, Ian's mouth twitched slightly.
The old bee really was that suspicious—using Legilimency on him already?
Thankfully, with the system's help, he wasn't worried about Dumbledore detecting anything unusual.
If Harry could play the role of "Saint Potter," then so could he… just a matter of acting!
Ian grumbled inwardly, but outwardly, he maintained a blank, slightly bewildered expression as he looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's eyes softened with a hint of apology as he gazed back at Ian.
Dumbledore hadn't intended to use Legilimency on a young wizard, but Ian Potter's identity was too unique, requiring him to proceed with caution.
However, after casting Legilimency, Dumbledore's gaze softened as he looked at Ian.
What he saw was a young boy who had grown up in an orphanage yet remained kind-hearted and optimistic. Despite the hardships life had dealt him, he bore no resentment toward the world and, instead, held hope and anticipation for the future.
Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, smiling at Ian. "My boy, perhaps you don't know this yet, but your parents were truly remarkable wizards."
"Oh, really?" Ian replied with a deliberately sarcastic smile. "Would a pair of outstanding wizards abandon their child?"
"When the head of the orphanage found me, all I had on me was a tag with my name. My parents… abandoned me."
As he spoke, Ian reached into his collar and pulled out a thin red string with a small silver tag attached, engraved with the name "Ian."
"This is the only thing I have that connects me to my past."
Dumbledore looked at the silver tag in Ian's hand, remaining silent for a few seconds before speaking slowly. "Your parents never abandoned you, Ian."
"On the contrary, they loved you very much."
"Ian, your parents had to leave you for special reasons," Dumbledore said, a trace of sadness in his voice. "They sacrificed their lives to protect you and your brother."
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Ian's face displayed shock and disbelief, though inwardly, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.
Mother.
He knew Dumbledore wasn't lying—his parents had indeed died to protect him and Harry, especially Lily. Ian's first memory upon entering this world had been of Lily standing protectively in front of him and Harry.
"Sacrificed…" Ian murmured, repeating the word, his eyes slightly reddening. "Could you tell me… how they sacrificed themselves?"
He let his acting shine, bringing tears to his eyes almost instantly!
Dumbledore was silent for a moment before he slowly began to explain the events of that night to Ian.
He kept it simple, without mentioning the prophecy, only saying that James and Lily had fought Voldemort fiercely to protect their children but were tragically killed in the end.
After listening to Dumbledore's story, Ian remained silent for a long while.
Even though he had known the truth all along, hearing it directly from Dumbledore couldn't help but stir something within him.
Motherly love is truly remarkable!
Seeing Ian's teary eyes, even the usually strict Professor McGonagall felt a maternal tenderness rise within her.
She spoke softly, "Ian, your parents were heroes—remarkable wizards. Your father, James Potter, was brave and clever, and your mother, Lily Evans, was a beautiful and kind-hearted witch."
"But… if they were still here, I would rather they weren't heroes. I just want them as my mom and dad," Ian said, his voice choked with emotion.
His words moved everyone present, and the Granger family felt a wave of sympathy for him. Hermione walked over to Ian and held his hand, as if lending him strength.
"Ian, you have me, and Mom and Dad!"
Hermione said, looking at him with unwavering determination. "We'll always be here for you. We're your family."
Feeling the warmth of Hermione's hand, Ian couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth within himself.
Watching Ian and Hermione together, a glimmer of insight passed through Dumbledore's eyes.
Love is the most powerful magic, indeed!
"Professor Dumbledore," Ian began, taking a deep breath to gather his courage, "you mentioned my brother earlier… My brother… is he still alive?"
"Yes, Ian, he is," Dumbledore replied with a gentle smile. "His name is Harry, and he is also currently living in the Muggle world."
"Professor Dumbledore, may I… may I meet him?" Ian asked, looking at Dumbledore with a hint of hope in his eyes.
"Of course, Ian, you and your brother will definitely meet," Dumbledore said with a smile. "However, not just yet. Right now, we have something more pressing to attend to—you and Miss Granger need to go to Diagon Alley to purchase your school supplies."
Hearing this, Ian felt a bit disappointed, but he understood that such things couldn't be rushed.
In truth, he really did want to meet Harry, the black-haired, green-eyed boy from his early memories.
Ian sighed inwardly, but he kept his expression calm and obediently nodded. "Understood, Professor Dumbledore."
"Good, Ian," Dumbledore said, smiling. "Now, let's head to Diagon Alley."
He stood up and took a golden pocket watch from his pocket. "This is a Portkey. It will take us to London." Dumbledore handed the pocket watch to Ian, who took it, feeling its unexpected weight. Though it appeared ordinary, it had a substantial heft in his hand.
"What should I do, Professor?" Ian asked, looking hesitantly at the watch in his hand.
"It's quite simple, my boy," Dumbledore replied, indicating for the Granger family to hold onto the watch as well. He murmured the password, "Portus."
The moment the words left Dumbledore's mouth, Ian felt a dizzying sensation, as if he were being pulled into a void. He and the Grangers held tightly onto each other as they spun away.
A few seconds later, their feet were on solid ground again.
Ian opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into view was a shabby bar.
Ian's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously clenched the pocket watch in his hand.
The Leaky Cauldron...
Bab 4: (4) Diagon Alley And Gringotts
"Come along, children, stay close to me," Dumbledore said, leading the way toward the bar.
Ian and Hermione hurried to keep up with Dumbledore, with the Grangers following closely behind.
As soon as they entered the bar, their arrival caught everyone's attention.
"Professor Dumbledore!" someone exclaimed, their voice filled with surprise and reverence.
"Oh my, it's Professor Dumbledore!"
"And Professor McGonagall!"
In an instant, the bar became lively with chatter as people discussed Dumbledore's arrival.
Dumbledore, clearly used to this kind of attention, simply smiled and nodded at everyone before guiding Ian and the others through the bar and out to the courtyard behind it.
Ian looked at the walls around him, knowing this was the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Children, this is the gateway to Diagon Alley," Dumbledore said, playfully winking at the two young ones. "Watch closely: count three bricks up from the trash can, then two bricks across…"
As Dumbledore explained, he gently waved his wand, and the brick wall began to ripple with a water-like pattern.
Ian glanced at the trash can, feeling a mischievous urge bubbling up inside him.
If he moved that trash can, would it mean that the wizards coming afterward wouldn't be able to enter Diagon Alley?
Before he could finish the thought, Ian felt a tug on the corner of his shirt.
Hermione, having instantly recognized Ian's mischievous intention, shook her head with a slightly exasperated expression. "Ian…"
Snapping out of it, Ian looked into Hermione's clear eyes and felt a bit embarrassed. He sheepishly rubbed his nose and silently put away his urge to cause trouble.
"Let's go in," Dumbledore said with a smile, leading the way into Diagon Alley.
Ian and Hermione quickly followed, with the Grangers close behind.
The moment they stepped into Diagon Alley, they were stunned by the sight before them.
The street was lined with shops, each with displays of strange and wondrous items. There were cauldrons that stirred themselves, newspapers that screamed, and books that would bite…
"Oh my, this place is absolutely magical!" Mrs. Granger couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"This is Diagon Alley, a shopping paradise for wizards in London," Dumbledore explained with a smile. "Let's go to Gringotts first to exchange some wizarding currency, and then we'll visit Flourish and Blotts to purchase your textbooks."
Mr. Granger nodded. "Professor Dumbledore, we can exchange British pounds for wizard currency, right?"
"Of course, Mr. Granger," Dumbledore replied with a smile. "In addition, gold can also be exchanged for Galleons."
With that, he led the way toward Gringotts.
Ian looked around, taking in the familiar scenes from the movies, his heart filled with excitement and curiosity.
In his past life, he had only seen Diagon Alley in movies or visited the replica at Universal Studios.
But now, right in front of him was the real Diagon Alley!
Ian took a deep breath, feeling even the air here seemed to carry a hint of magical energy.
'Haah~ What has my life become~'
Ah! The magical world he had dreamed of!
"Ian, Ian!" Hermione's voice suddenly sounded beside him, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Ian snapped back to reality, looking at Hermione with a bit of confusion. "What is it?"
"What were you thinking about so intently?" Hermione asked, curious. "We're already at Gringotts. Let's go in."
At her words, Ian realized they were indeed standing at the first entrance to Gringotts.
Quickly gathering his thoughts, he followed Hermione inside.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank, located in the towering white building of Diagon Alley, was the only bank in the magical world, operated entirely by goblins.
The first door was a gleaming bronze entrance, guarded by goblins in scarlet and gold uniforms who bowed as they welcomed clients.
The second door was silver, engraved with the following inscription:
~~
Enter, stranger, but take heed: Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn: Must pay most dearly in their turn
So if you seek beneath our floors: A treasure that was never yours
Thief, you have been warned: Beware of finding more than treasure there
~~
'did the fuck-lins really believe this kind of threat worked or are they mocking every new wizard who comes here?'
Ian looked at the inscription with a peculiar expression, silently wondering. 'The second one probably...'
Everyone knew that a certain famous noseless figure in his weakened state had successfully broken into Gringotts, after all.
"Alright, let's go in," Dumbledore said, leading the way through the second door.
Ian and Hermione quickly followed, with the Grangers close behind.
As they stepped through, they were awestruck by the sight before them.
The vast hall was bustling with hundreds of goblins hard at work. Some were weighing coins on scales, others inspecting gemstones with magnifying glasses, while others attended to clients' transactions. The entire hall was filled with the busy figures of goblins and the crisp sound of coins clinking together.
"My goodness, it's so busy in here," Mr. Granger couldn't help but remark.
"Gringotts is one of the largest banks in the wizarding world," Dumbledore explained with a smile. "It serves thousands of clients every day. Now, let's exchange some currency and head out to buy textbooks and other school supplies."
He then led Ian and the others to the front counter.
"Griphook, the Grangers need to exchange some Galleons," Dumbledore said pleasantly to the goblin behind the counter.
The goblin, Griphook, raised his head, revealing his pointed ears and sharp green eyes.
"Hmm, 1st years from the Muggle world.." Griphook looked over the Grangers and then said, "Each young wizard from the Muggle world can exchange up to one hundred Galleons per year. That's the rule."
"One Galleon equals seventeen Sickles, and one Sickle equals four hundred and ninety-three Knuts. If you're exchanging from pounds, that's five pounds per Galleon."
Mr. Granger nodded. "Alright, we'll exchange two hundred Galleons for both Ian and Hermione." With that, he pulled out a stack of pounds from his pocket to hand over to the goblin.
"No need, Mr. Granger. Ian has his own vault," Dumbledore said with a smile, stopping Mr. Granger. He then turned to Griphook behind the counter. "Mr. Ian Potter needs to withdraw some funds."
Griphook looked up, his gaze shifting to the group. When he saw Ian, he paused for a moment, then gave a rather peculiar smile. "Potter? Ah, the younger Potter. So, Ian Potter, you did bring your vault key, I presume?"
"Of course." Dumbledore reached into his pocket and produced a gleaming golden key, handing it to Griphook. "This is the key to Ian Potter's vault."
Griphook took the key, inspected it carefully, then nodded. "Very well, this key is indeed for the Potter family vault."
Hearing this, Ian's heart stirred.
This must be the pile of Galleons James and Lily had left for Harry in the movies, right?
Well… now half of it was his! Life was looking up!
Griphook first exchanged one hundred Galleons for Mr. Granger, then stepped out from behind the counter. "Follow me, Mr. Potter, and the rest of you as well."
With Ragnok leading the way, Ian and the others made their way through the bustling hall and down to the deepest part of the underground vaults.
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