Chapter 1233: The Downfall of the Wrong Wizard (Part 2)

Chapter 1233: Chapter 396: The Downfall of the Wrong Wizard (Part 2)

“Stupefy,” he whispered softly.

An invisible ripple emanated from him, spreading outwards.

As if influenced by an unseen force, the security guards and villagers toppled one by one into a deep sleep. In an instant, all the security guards—along with the onlooking villagers—relaxed their bodies, slowly falling asleep.

The entire forest was instantly shrouded in silence, with only the rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.

Within three seconds, only the captain of the security guards remained standing, not because he possessed immunity to magic, but because Ian had intentionally left one person to interrogate. The captain stared at the sprawling figures of his men and the villagers around him, his face filled with disbelief.

His subordinates, the villagers, all collapsed as if influenced by an invisible force? The captain seemed to realize something as he trembled, looking up at Ian.

“What… what did you do?” The captain’s voice trembled, his weapon becoming unsteady.

Ian looked at him calmly, “I just put them to sleep for a while. Now, we can have a proper conversation.”

The captain suddenly seemed to recall something, his eyes widened further, his face turning pale, “Impossible… you… you are…”

“What am I?” Ian asked curiously.

“A wizard!” The captain almost exclaimed the word, his weapon fell to the ground with a “thud,” “But… but that’s impossible! Wizards are supposed to have disappeared!”

Now it was Ian’s turn to be surprised. In this seemingly Muggle-ruled world, was there someone who could still recognize magic and even know about wizards?

“You actually know about wizards?” Ian stepped forward, his golden pupils gleaming with extraordinary light in the dim forest, the captain retreated in fear.

The captain didn’t answer, only shook his head continuously, his lips quivering as he whispered, “Impossible… wizards should have disappeared… all wizards…”

“How… how can there still be wizards?” He murmured, repeating the same sentence as if questioning fate, “Wizards… were supposed to have disappeared long ago…”

The captain trembled all over, his teeth chattering.

His worldview was completely shaken at this moment.

“Hmm?”

Ian furrowed his brows. He had intended to question further but seeing the other plunging towards the edge of mental chaos, he decided not to probe.

Only to see.

Ian raised his hand, giving it a slight flick.

“Clang!”

The weapon in the captain’s hand was instantly released as if pulled by a mighty force, turning into a black shadow and flying towards a distant rock, landing gently without causing damage.

Ian slowly stepped forward.

“Now.”

Ian’s voice became calm, “Your memory will tell me the answer.”

He gazed into the captain’s eyes, Legilimency silently activated. The captain’s resistance was weak, his consciousness almost immediately opened up to Ian.

Silver light poured into the depths of his consciousness like a stream. Ian’s consciousness delved deep into the captain’s memories like a diver submerged into the ocean depths. Images flashed before his eyes—not with violent mental shocks but like an archaeologist, carefully sweeping away layers of dust to glimpse the altered history.

The memories surged in like a tide.

The imagery began with a cold delivery room. Amid the cries of a baby, a nurse handed a bundled infant to a man in uniform—his father.

An infant born in a military hospital, with parents dressed in standardized gray uniforms, this police captain underwent training in the National Youth League as a child, learning discipline and obedience. At age ten, he participated in the social grading test, the result of which determined his destiny as an enforcer.

Subjected to brutal training at the Academy of Enforcement, learning to identify and deal with those enemies—mostly individuals who might possess wizard blood.

The structure of this society reminded Ian of sci-fi movies he had seen—Superman’s rise. On Krypton in the Marvel Universe, everyone’s fate is predestined from birth; warriors’ descendants are always warriors, scholars’ offspring can only be scholars.

An enforcer’s bloodline will only breed enforcers. Personal talent and desire are irrelevant; everything is arranged by genes from birth.

Of course, what Ian was most interested in were details concerning wizards.

During the captain’s youth history lessons, Ian finally found clues—a classroom with a large world map hanging up, where the Empire’s domain almost covered the entire continent.

“The pivotal turning point of our rise,” the teacher pointed to several markers on the map with the pointer, “is when our great leader received help from ‘Special Advisors.’ These individuals possessing extraordinary abilities helped us uncover the Freedom Alliance’s conspiracy and foresaw their actions…”

The memory shifted; Ian saw an illustration in a textbook: a blond man in elegant robes standing next to the Emperor of the Empire.

His gaze was sharp and charismatic. Although the picture was stylized, Ian instantly recognized who it was—Gellert Grindelwald.

That face matched that of Ian’s Defense Against the Dark Arts Class teacher perfectly. Of course, this was certainly not the Grindelwald most people, including Ian, knew.

Rather, this was an alternate universe counterpart of Grindelwald.

“Yet it’s quite unbelievable too,” Ian felt dizzy, almost snapping out of his Legilimency state. He forced himself to calm down, continuing to dig deeper into the memories.

What about Dumbledore?

Where was Dumbledore?

If Dumbledore were here, how could he allow Grindelwald to engage in Muggle wars, even becoming a chief figure in Muggle warfare at one point?