Albert was stunned. Of course he knew who Mog McDougal was. He was a good friend of Bad Brod and a famous contemporary magic master. He was said to be as famous as Adelbe Wolflin, the author of Theory of Magic.
only…
Why is this Mog McDoug in front of me different from what I imagined? Or should I say...
"What's wrong?" Mog McDougal noticed the momentary surprise on Albert's face and asked in confusion, "Is there something on my face?"
"I thought... you would be younger." Albert hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak out his doubts.
"I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn."
"Young... Haha, no need to apologize, I'm really not young anymore." McDougal didn't mind Albert's slip of the tongue at all. He pointed to the sofa inside with a smile and said, "Come in first. Bud should be back soon."
Albert sat opposite McDougal a little stiffly, but his attention was drawn to the parchment on the table, which was written entirely in runes.
"It seems that what Bud said is right. You really have a high level of attainment in this area." McDougal picked up the black tea and took a sip. He looked at Albert and nodded, seeming very satisfied.
Albert also noticed McDougal's gentle smile. What should he say
The way the other person looked at him was very special... and also very familiar.
"I thought Isobel was talented enough," McDougal said softly, "She is one of the best children I have ever seen."
"Isobel?" Albert cast a probing look at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"My distant niece." McDougal nodded at the parchment covered with ancient magic runes and asked Albert with a smile, "Bud and I are planning to write a book on ancient magic runes. Are you interested in participating?"
"Me?" Albert felt that he had heard something ridiculous. The other party actually invited a child to co-write a book.
"It's you who has to write it, not us." Professor Brod pushed the door open and walked in, nodding at Albert and saying, "You're here earlier than I thought. What would you like to drink?"
"Milk tea." Albert was stunned for a moment and answered instinctively.
Professor Broad waved his wand gently, and a cup of fragrant milk tea appeared out of thin air in front of Albert.
"I can see that you have a high level of attainment in ancient magic runes, so I recommend you to Mog. Of course, the main work of writing the book is for Mog to do, and we are just helping him."
"It's incredible." Albert said honestly.
"Can I?" Albert asked tentatively. "If I tell anyone, it will probably become the funniest joke of the century."
"Don't say that. You're special, more so than Isobel," McDougal explained. "I thought you might be useful. Do you mind?"
"No problem."
"Of course, I think you will definitely learn a lot in this process?" McDougal said with a smile, "Let's get to know each other again, Mog McDougal."
"Albert Anderson, nice to meet you, Mr. Mog McDougal." Albert stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party. Although it felt unreal, it seemed like he had met an extraordinary guy.
"Are you going to write a textbook, or..."
"No, it's a more advanced book. It's not meant for students to read, but it involves deeper things in the study of ancient runes." McDougal explained, "Perhaps you haven't touched that field yet, but ancient runes do contain special power, and some ancient spells use them. If Dumbledore is willing to help, our progress will be much faster."
"Nowadays, there are very few people who really know how to use ancient magic runes." Professor Brode did not hesitate to praise him. "Mog is an expert in this area."
"No, no, Bud, at least I have one right in front of me." McDoug smiled and nodded slightly at Albert's wooden bracelet. "The workmanship is a bit rough, but it is undeniable that this is the prototype... Do you mind lending it to me to see your work?"
"Hmm?" Albert realized what the other party was talking about, took off the wooden bracelet and handed it to McDougal.
"If it were me, I would suggest you use yew wood. Although the guardian tree has special effects, it cannot perfectly stimulate the power of the rune." McDougal's fingers brushed the rune on the wooden bracelet, looked at Albert with interest and asked: "It's a pity that you haven't really mastered how to use it."
Albert's eyes lit up and he stared at Mog McDougal. He felt that his doubts about the runes might be solved by him.
"Don't worry, you are already ahead of many people in this regard. At least Bud doesn't understand these things." McDougal turned his head to look at his friend and said softly.
"I'm not like you. I haven't done any research in this area." Professor Broad didn't take his friend's joke seriously at all. "You are far behind me in practice."
"Everyone has his own strengths." McDougal looked at the parchment on the table without any embarrassment on his face. "Well, I think we should focus on our work."
"Can I ask you something?" Albert picked up a piece of parchment and asked, "Where did you get these things? I mean, these runes on it."
"This is one of the legacies left by Ravenclaw." Professor Broad said it directly without caring how shocking it was.
"Inheritance?" Albert was very surprised, but he quickly calmed down.
"Yes, the legacy, the wisdom of Ravenclaw." McDougal said, "It's amazing. I plan to summarize it and write it into a book so that others can interpret this knowledge. One day, people will realize the magical power contained in the ancient runes."
"I have never seen any magical power in these words," Professor Broad reminded.
"Because you don't know enough about runes." McDougal pointed out the problem bluntly, "Okay, let's get started!"
He waved his wand, and parchment and a quill appeared out of thin air, ready to record.
This was a tedious task, and Albert found it hard to believe that he was actually involved in it. When he came out of Professor Broad's office, he was in a trance, and there was still a buzzing in his head, constantly echoing what he had heard and experienced during this period... Although he understood it, his brain could not process this confusing knowledge well for a while.
Albert didn't even realize when he returned to the Gryffindor common room or when he closed his eyes to rest. His brain kept recalling the runes and the words McDougal had said until he fell asleep unknowingly.