The Eye of Horus, also known as the Eye of Ugart, is said to be the eye of the hawk-headed god Horus, representing divine blessing and supreme imperial power. At the same time, the Eye of Horus also symbolizes sacrifice, healing, restoration, and protection, belonging to a different magic domain from the European Continent.
"The technique is very ancient; in traditional terms, it might be the foundation of Professor Ronnie Ehrlich's resurrection here." Albus Dumbledore spoke softly.
Indeed.
Ancient Egyptians also believed the Eye of Horus could play a role in their resurrection and rebirth. In the Wizarding World, it is also a ritual medium for wizards researching immortality or revival from death.
"Does this thing really work?" Ian, who had some knowledge of this alchemy concept, was evidently surprised that the Eye of Horus could actually have an effect.
He originally thought this thing was like other methods attempting resurrection; all were just empty talk. After all, no matter where people are, and whether they are wizards or not, they all crave the power to control life and death.
Yet.
All along.
No one has succeeded.
"The facts are right before us." Albus Dumbledore's gaze shifted to Ronnie Ehrlich himself. He had personally examined the professor's corpse and death process.
"Why hasn't Voldemort thought of this method?" Ian curiously continued, considering that something truly useful would not be something Tom Riddle would ignore learning and collecting.
"This kind of ritual has not been completely passed down. In fact, even I believe it has never truly succeeded; historically, the few cases of resurrection have only resulted in living dead." Albus Dumbledore's low voice remained steady. "Riddle doesn't just want to be a living dead."
His answer brought Ian some enlightenment.
Perhaps the noseless Voldemort sincerely never believed in foreign magic? Of course, it also has to do with a lack of successful cases; otherwise, Tom Riddle would surely have pursued it desperately.
"You've overlooked the most critical point, Albus." Grindelwald looked up at Ian, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Some magic requires qualifications to use, child. Even if you tell your Black Demon King about this complete ritual, he lacks the qualification to make it succeed."
Grindelwald's tone carried disdain and contempt for Tom Riddle.
After speaking.
He pointed to a corner on Ronnie Ehrlich's back, "Here, Albus, here is key evidence to verify your previous words."
"It represents the interception of fate..."
Before Grindelwald could finish.
Albus Dumbledore raised a hand to interrupt him, then spoke to Ian in a tone that brooked no argument, "Mr. Prince, could you please wait for me in my office for a moment?"
It seemed he wanted Ian to leave.
"Huh?"
Ian felt that he couldn't resolve his issues unless he stayed here, looking puzzled at the suddenly vocal Dumbledore and the somewhat speechless Grindelwald.
"I will explain everything to you shortly, trust me. The upcoming events might not be suitable for a little wizard like you to witness up close."
"That would damage your mind."
Albus Dumbledore's tone was gentle and calm.
"He could cast the Killing Curse in his first year, and he did it silently; you're telling me he still has a mind?" Lying on the ground, Ronnie Ehrlich finally couldn't hold back and spoke to Dumbledore.
His tone was disgruntled.
This tendency to complain probably stems from Grindelwald, or perhaps he's genuinely annoyed with Ian, as he still believes that his current situation is related to Ian.
Perhaps, he's not entirely wrong.
"Apart from this issue, we should have another conversation; I think my office is most appropriate. If possible, I hope you can help me tidy up the room."
Albus Dumbledore seemed not to hear Ronnie Ehrlich's words, while clearly in proximity, he acted deaf, reminding and entrusting Ian instead.
"Alright."
Seeing the old headmaster's resolute gaze, Ian reluctantly turned to walk toward the stairs — today's climbing and descending must have burned off at least a pound.
Watching Ian's figure disappear in the corridor outside the underground palace.
"You need not worry; I won't harm her, Albus."
Grindelwald finally spoke to Albus Dumbledore, seemingly helpless.
"Just to be safe, it's better this way; your reaction just now was quite substantial." Albus Dumbledore again wore a somewhat cheerful expression.
"To you, he might be the future where you'll embrace familial love once more, and to me, he's a larger prospect, so not only you would sacrifice for this."
Grindelwald's tone was unprecedentedly earnest.
Albus Dumbledore had yet to respond.
"So I guessed right, didn't I, sir." Ronnie Ehrlich, lying on the ground, hearing the two's conversation, finally verified the suspicion in his heart.
"Just now, the little wizard was the reason you brought me here." As if he finally found the answer to his confusion, his tone carried a hint of relieved ease.
"Ronnie, neither I nor Albus will truly die, but you will, or rather, you have already sacrificed." Grindelwald replied softly, with some sorrow.