Chapter 134: Absurd Yet Real

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Albert was taken aback. Of course, he knew who Mog McDougall was. He was a close friend of Bard Brode and a famous contemporary wizard, rumored to be on par with Adabeus Wolfinch, the author of "The Theory of Magic."

But...

The Mog McDougall in front of him didn't quite match his imagination. Or rather...

"What's the matter?" Mog McDougall noticed Albert's momentary bewilderment and asked, puzzled, "Is there something on my face?"

"I thought... you would be younger," Albert hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist voicing his curiosity.

"Apologies. I misspoke."

"Young... Haha, no need to apologize. I'm indeed not young anymore." McDougall gestured towards the couch inside with a smile. "Come in, Bard should be back soon."

Feeling somewhat awkward, Albert sat down across from McDougall, but his attention was drawn to the parchment on the desk, covered in runes.

"It seems Bard was right. You do have great expertise in this area," McDougall picked up his cup of tea and took a sip, looking at Albert and nodding approvingly.

Albert also noticed McDougall's gentle smile. How should he put it?

The way the man looked at him was peculiar... and familiar.

"I originally thought Isabel's talent was exceptional enough," McDougall whispered, "She's one of the most outstanding children I've ever seen."

"Isabel?" Albert looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a searching gaze.

"She's my distant niece," McDougall nodded towards the parchment filled with ancient runes and asked Albert with a smile, "Bard and I are planning to write a book on ancient magical texts. Are you interested in joining us?"

"Me?" Albert felt like he was hearing something absurd. The idea of a child being invited to co-write a book was beyond imagination.

"It's you who will be writing, not us," Professor Brode entered through the door, nodded at Albert, and said, "You're here earlier than I expected. What would you like to drink?"

"Milk tea." Albert paused for a moment and instinctively answered.

Professor Brode waved his wand lightly, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

"I can tell that you have great expertise in ancient magical texts, which is why I recommended you to Mog. Of course, Mog will be doing the main work of writing the book, and we're just here to assist him," Professor Brode explained.

"It's incredible," Albert honestly remarked.

"Can I also?" Albert tentatively asked, "If this were to be known, it would probably be the funniest joke of the century."

"Don't say that. You're special, even more remarkable than Isabel," McDougall explained. "I believe you could be of great use. Are you willing?"

"I don't mind."

"Of course, I think you'll learn a lot during this process," McDougall smiled. "Let me reintroduce myself, Mog McDougall."

"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mr. Mog McDougall," Albert extended his hand and shook hands with him, although it felt surreal, it seemed like he had met someone extraordinary.

"You're planning to write a textbook or..."

"No, it's a more advanced book. It's not intended for students as study material but delves deeper into the study of ancient Runic texts," McDougall explained. "Perhaps you haven't explored that field yet, but ancient Runic texts hold special powers, and some ancient spells utilize them. If Dumbledore is willing to help, our progress will be much faster."

"Currently, there are very few people who truly understand and utilize ancient Runic texts," Professor Brode praised without hesitation. "Mog is an expert in this field."

"No, at least there's one right in front of me," McDougall smiled and lightly tapped Albert's wooden bracelet. "The craftsmanship is a bit rough, but there's no denying that this is a prototype... Would you mind if I take a look at your work?"

"Huh?" Albert realized what McDougall meant by "work" and took off the wooden bracelet, handing it to McDougall.

"If it were up to me, I would suggest using yew wood. Although protector trees have their own unique effects, they cannot perfectly unleash the power of Runic symbols," McDougall's fingers traced the Runic symbols on the wooden bracelet, showing interest as he asked Albert, "It's a pity that you haven't fully mastered their application."

Albert's eyes brightened as he stared at Mog McDougall. He felt that his doubts about Runic symbols could possibly be resolved by him.

"Don't rush. You're already ahead of many others in this regard. At least Bard doesn't understand these things," McDougall turned his head to look at his friend and said softly.

"I'm not you, I haven't researched this field," Professor Brode brushed off his friend's teasing without a care. "When it comes to practice, you are far behind me."

"Each has their own strengths," McDougall's face showed no signs of embarrassment as he looked at the parchment on the table. "Alright, I think we should focus our attention on the work."

"May I ask a question?" Albert picked up a piece of parchment and asked, "Where did you get these things, these symbols on here?"

"This is one of the legacies left by Ravenclaw," Professor Brode said matter-of-factly, not minding the astonishment it caused.

"Legacy?" Albert was surprised but quickly regained his composure.

"Yes, a legacy, Ravenclaw's wisdom," McDougall said. "It's astonishing. I plan to compile it and write a book so that others can decipher this knowledge. Someday, people will realize the magical power hidden within ancient Runic texts."

"I've never seen these symbols possess any magical power," Professor Brode interjected.

"Because you don't understand Runic symbols well enough," McDougall pointed out the problem without hesitation. "Alright, let's begin!"

He waved his wand, and parchment and quill appeared out of thin air, preparing to start recording.

It was a tedious task, and Albert couldn't believe that he was actually participating in it. When he finally left Professor Brode's office, he felt dazed, his head buzzing with the things he had heard and experienced during this time... Although he understood it, his brain couldn't process the chaotic knowledge well for the time being.

Albert didn't even realize when he returned to the Gryffindor common room, when he closed his eyes to rest. His mind kept recalling the strings of symbols and the words spoken by McDougall. Unbeknownst to him, he drifted off to sleep.

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