Both centenarians held magic wands in their hands, but they didn't seem eager to act rashly, considering Ian reported to the professor in question.
"Mr. Prince, are you sure Professor Arthur King said that to you?"
Dumbledore's original intent was to observe the situation, then discreetly use Legilimency on the professor who had lost the "protective aura of the underage" to check the circumstances.
It was just that Dumbledore found it unbelievable and wanted to verify with the little wizard, not wanting to offend an innocent professor unnecessarily. Clearly, he wasn't expecting the little wizard to draw his wand as well.
"Of course I'm sure, Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm only eleven, my hearing can't be faulty." Ian made Dumbledore realize the true meaning of decisive action.
"Expelliarmus!"
Ian directly cast magic at Professor Arthur King. A red light shot towards Arthur King, who seemed unaware. The young Professor of Alchemy was immediately hit.
The wand at his waist flew high into the air, and not only that, everything on him that could become a weapon exploded, including his clothes, robe, and even the ring on his finger.
"Who! Who attacked me!"
Arthur King was stunned for a good while before regaining his senses. Left only in his underwear, he looked utterly panicked and screamed hysterically while covering his crotch.
"Sorry, Arthur..."
Albus Dumbledore quickly restrained Ian, who intended to cast more spells, and walked out from the observing area. He turned to look at Ian with a somewhat indescribable expression.
Clearly.
The headmaster was a bit speechless about Ian's extraordinary Disarming Spell.
"Someone attacked me! Headmaster! Someone attacked!" Arthur King seemed utterly flustered, hiding behind Albus Dumbledore, constantly looking around in panic. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to use Dumbledore as a shield or was worried about his bare skin being exposed to others.
"It's a mischievous little fellow; I apologize on his behalf."
Albus Dumbledore's expression was rather odd.
His gaze met Arthur King's tense, panicked eyes.
"Little fellow, you're certainly bold."
Grindelwald didn't step out; instead, he quickly raised his hand, pulling the wand belonging to the Professor of Alchemy to himself, which had been blasted to the bookshelf.
"Tsk tsk, Golden Acacia Wood, Nightmare Tail Hair..." Grindelwald was identifying the material of Arthur King's wand. Just as the little wizard was about to inquire if there were any findings.
"No magic allowed in the library! Damn it! Why is it the headmaster leading the way..."
Madam Pince had just arrived after hearing the commotion. Albus Dumbledore turned to explain, but Madam Pince's words were cut off halfway.
"Thud~"
Who says sleep quality deteriorates with age?
See, didn't Madam Pince fall asleep instantly?
"..."
This time, not only was Albus Dumbledore a bit stunned, even Ian felt the Dark Arts professor beside him was a bit heavy-handed. When he turned to look, Grindelwald had already placed his wand at his waist.
"Stupefy, I'm well aware of my limits."
Grindelwald made a supplementary explanation for his actions, still flipping Arthur King's wand in his hand, having tried earlier but failed to successfully cast a spell with it.
Otherwise.
Madam Pince might have barely started her sentence?
Albus Dumbledore quickly conjured a pillow for Madam Pince.
Having used nothing as a basis, this near "creation from thin air" skill drew Ian's attention, as the little wizard remembered Dumbledore was once the Transformation Class professor at Hogwarts.
"I want to learn this! Professor!"
Ian looked at Dumbledore with bright eyes.
"This isn't the time for such discussion."
Albus Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, looking at Madam Pince on the floor and the burst-out Professor of Alchemy, feeling exhausted and realizing how much of a headache Ian and Grindelwald being together seemed.
"I was protecting her as well."
Grindelwald continued to make an innocent expression.
"This is a school! Gellert! You're attacking our colleague!" Albus Dumbledore's tone grew much heavier, carrying a hint of anger.
Ian shrank his neck.
Thankfully, the anger wasn't targeted at him.
"This guy is Gellert Grindelwald!? Damn it! Isn't he Gilderoy Lockhart? What are you doing! Was the person who attacked me just now really him!"
Arthur King was frantically wearing the robe handed by Albus Dumbledore. When he heard the name Dumbledore used, his expression immediately changed.
After a series of dramatic expressions, he cried out in fright, trembling with a voice full of fear, "Wasn't this guy supposed to be imprisoned for life, never stepping out of the cell!"
Upon hearing this.
Grindelwald's gaze immediately turned unfriendly towards him.
"It must be an act!"
Ian thought the other's reaction, although vividly realistic, seemed utterly soulless. How could an outstanding wizard have such dull nerves and a panicky demeanor?