He didn't directly answer Ian's inquiry.
Somewhat ambiguous.
"High status and power?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
"Revered status."
Albus Dumbledore replied again, unwilling to say more. Seeing no definite answer, the little wizard could only leave the headmaster's office full of curiosity.
And in the corridor on the eighth floor.
"You look very happy?"
Silly Barnabas outside the Room of Requirement suddenly struck up a conversation.
"Today was truly an exciting and rewarding day, most importantly, I showcased my divine power to thwart the evil forces' conspiracy; you can't possibly understand how rare my achievement is." Ian's favorite thing was being asked such questions, so he immediately began to eloquently praise himself.
He wasn't wrong.
He indeed achieved the rare feat of defeating Voldemort without waking up in the school infirmary. Ian had his moment of pretentiousness, and Silly Barnabas began to probe further about what specifically happened.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
The little wizard, however, was content as he turned open the door of the Room of Requirement and went inside.
Thus, in the corridor, only the curious Silly Barnabas was left, taking the punches in the frame while cursing the little wizard for deliberately whetting his appetite.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the headmaster's office, once again plunged into silence.
Albus Dumbledore collected his emotions and once more reached for the Time Converter hanging on his chest. The book, which had been concealed by him on the desk, was picked up again.
"Fooling Fate"
The old headmaster once more immersed himself in its contents.
The author's name was clearly visible on the cover of the book he held.
Morgan Le Fay.
...
Misty Illusion Realm.
Under the boundless sky, a vast and endless Black Sea surged wildly, like the breath of an abyss, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression and profundity. The black tide, with a color like ink, crashed repeatedly against the beach of a solitary island, producing a dull and powerful roar.
This Black Sea seemed like the convergence of all darkness and unknowns, its hue so deep it could seemingly swallow all light. Even the brightest moonlight appeared absorbed upon touching the sea surface, leaving only rings of faint ripples flickering with ghostly light in the endless darkness.
"Whoosh~ whoosh~"
The sound of the tide was like the whisper of the night.
Echoing at the end of a seemingly forgotten world.
"Croak~ croak~"
On the island.
A chocolate-brown Chocolate Frog was chasing a slug, whose head bore a grotesque face with sewn lips that could only emit impotent rage.
It ran.
The Chocolate Frog chased.
It was always trapped with no way out.
Were it not for the Chocolate Frog's inability to swallow, the slug would have long become its food, for even with the greatest exertion, the slug crawled slowly.
"Croak~ croak~"
The Chocolate Frog stepped on the slug again. And just as the Chocolate Frog caught the slug, playfully letting it go and preparing to start another round of the chase game.
Above the oppressive Black Sea, a black cloak drifted in, seemingly concealing an invisible being, yet beneath the cloak there was nothing but profound darkness.
On that island barely illuminated by moonlight, the appearance of the black cloak was like a sudden storm, instantaneously halting all activities on the entire island.
It slowly approached.
"Crunch~"
Leaving only a faint and weak sound of something shattering, exceptionally piercing in the silent night, the invisible figure silently crushed the frozen Chocolate Frog.
From within the cloak extended a pale hand, gently picking up the slug on the ground, and it floated back to the Black Sea, as if even the rolling waves in the Black Sea made way for it.
When the figure vanished from the island.
The operations of things on the uninhabited island resumed.
As though nothing had ever happened.
Only the now crushed Chocolate Frog remained as the sole witness of this brief and eerie encounter.