Not just being a demolition genius.
He even found excuses to fiercely beat up the Slytherin College's pampered students several times, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction with Salazar Slytherin on the students of this college.
Even in class, when those pampered students stepped into the classroom with their left foot first, this little guy would use the reason of disrespecting the professor and classmates to swing a punch.
Slytherin students of all grades dared not resist or pull out their magic wands, because they clearly knew if they did, their opponent would also draw their wand.
At that time, it wouldn't be as simple as taking a blow from a fist. Weighing the pros and cons, these pureblood little wizards could distinguish and measure the situation.
"I didn't go beat up those honest students, I only beat up the troublemakers. You have to admit, they're now much kinder to students from other colleges and their own classmates." Ian defended his righteous actions, claiming he was Hogwarts' Batman, not a thug or punk.
"That I cannot deny." Albus Dumbledore nodded, watching Ian pack the Meditation Basin into his money bag, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
"In times like this, could I have the honor... to guide you in the Patronus Charm?" Goodness, even Dumbledore could be so pretentious.
Ian understood instantly.
"Summoning God Guardian!"
Silvery threads were weaving.
Figures emerged.
...
When time began to reboot.
Ian found everything around him becoming blurred.
And when all things regained clearly visible colors, he returned to the Room of Requirement once more, as if he had turned back from a passage of time.
Outside.
Silent and dark, the corridor was dim, Silly Barnabas started questioning the toilet cleaning again—Ian did not respond, he charged straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's office.
How to ask for help from two people, they already made it clear to Ian, and found a way to utilize Ian's time loop bug to buy some time for their research.
The Meditation Basin entrusted to Ian by Dumbledore contained information that shouldn't belong to this time, indeed under Ian's influence, it wasn't reset like those magic potions.
Therefore.
Re-establishing contact with two professors who knew nothing and returned to the starting point wasn't difficult. After all, the two of them were old and wise, once legendary figures with vast experiences.
The aura Ian carried, which didn't belong to this time, they could clearly sense without any setbacks or difficulties, once again discovering the undead Professor Ronnie Ehrlich in the underground palace.
However.
What the two were researching in the underground palace was unknown to Ian, he was directly persuaded out of the palace, and this situation persisted throughout several loops.
Ian thought about secretly checking Dumbledore's Meditation Basin, but undeniably magic had been applied to it, and Ian, even wanting to act immorally, lacked such ability.
"We will solve your problem, rest assured." Albus Dumbledore each time let Ian cast the Patronus Charm, and his facial expression was extremely determined every single time.
Not only that.
Many situations Ian believed were not recorded in Dumbledore's Meditation Basin, the principal seemed to guess them, such as Ian's study progress in each loop.
A seemingly casual chat showcased thorough understanding of many things, as if knowing everything, making Ian increasingly feel Albus Dumbledore's wisdom was nearly supernatural.
He long knew his principal was highly intelligent, but never realized to what extent, even suspecting Albus Dumbledore was looping along with him.
It truly was that exaggerated.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have accurately judged from just looking that Ian brewed some magic potions without checking Ian's money bag, deducing complete answers from scarce information.
Without this loop.
Ian wouldn't have such profound perception of Albus Dumbledore's intelligence. He realized his principal's most terrifying quality wasn't the wizarding world's praised combat prowess.
The true horror of the White Demon King.
Is the coexistence of strength and wisdom.
Unfortunately, Ian couldn't join the research of the two old men, otherwise his feeling would surely be deeper, his time spent on study combined with rummaging through Snape's office.
"Boom!"
Another familiar explosion.
Ian blew open Snape's office door.
He took the magic potion materials.
What's more.
The already adept little wizard even found time to leave some traces at the scene, strands of Professor Quirrell's hair, each loop had varying actions.
Only pillaging the magic potion warehouse and messing with Quirrell remained eternal.
"Damn! Quirrell!"
There.
He hid in the corner for quite some time until he saw Snape arriving at the scene, recognizing the hair in the corner, then shouting and rushing to the staff resting area.
"It's a pity, the loop still has its limits..." Ian brewed magic potions hidden in the Room of Requirement again, inscribed inscriptions, believing this cycle would slowly pass.
However.
Albus Dumbledore unexpectedly twisted open the door and entered his secret room—in the knowledge of the person's whereabouts the Room of Requirement indeed opens itself to a second person.