Hogwarts: Who taught you to transform like this?

Merlin was unaware of the discussion taking place in the headmaster's office.

He was already in the Hufflepuff common room, accepting everyone's cheers and praises.

"Merlin, you are so right!"

"I always thought what they said was weird, but I couldn't figure out why."

"After listening to you, I suddenly realized that this is indeed the case."

"There is no good or bad magic or magic, only wizards can tell the difference"

"I decided to elaborate on this theory in my latest paper: it’s not that the black magic is too powerful, but that they are unhappy!"

"Merlin, you are awesome!"

……

Seeing the young wizards open their eyes to the world, Merlin smiled slightly, feeling satisfied.

The route of transforming the magic world from young wizards has begun!

Now it's just a little bit.

But he believes that as his influence increases, these young wizards will believe him more and more.

At that time, the power that will burst out will be terrifying.

As the saying goes, a spark can start a prairie fire.

He is now lighting a fire!

At the same time.

In Quirrell's office.

After feeling that Voldemort is completely asleep.

Quirrell released several partition detection spells, and then sat on the stool to think about Merlin's words.

What does it mean to use black magic but not be a black wizard.

The important thing is to know your true heart and what you want.

He always has a feeling that Merlin's words are spoken to him.

But what do you want?

Quirrell took off his turban.

He showed the flat, gray, ugly face on the back of his head to the mirror.

He recalled the encounter with Voldemort in the dark forest a few months ago.

Voldemort used the power and mystery of black magic to attract him and make him look like this.

He has regretted it countless times.

But under the powerful black magic of Professor Voldemort, he changed his mind again and again and continued to be an accomplice.

But Merlin's words gave him a new idea.

If white magic is more powerful than black magic.

Why doesn't he study white magic in an upright way?

There is no need to be a slave to such a half-human, half-ghost thing.

Quirrell's mind moved and he felt something.

Then he quickly hid his thoughts and forced himself to forget the previous thought.

He regained his humble expression and wrapped his turban around his head.

"Chilo, what are you doing!"

"Master, I'm thinking about how to build a good relationship with Merlin."

After such a long period of running-in, Quirrell already understood Voldemort's situation.

As long as there was a little doubt, it would be a Legilimency.

Now that he was possessed by me, he could easily read my thoughts.

So I just put it another way.

Anyway, this was a task assigned by Voldemort.

"Very good, you go and contact him. If he is interested in the dark arts, you can reveal some information appropriately."

Voldemort's previous anger had disappeared.

Instead, he thought of something and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

"Dark wizards have no happiness?"

"What beautiful words, it really seems like someone Dumbledore taught this."

"However, the more beautiful something is, the more exciting it is when it is destroyed, and the more tragic it is!"

Voldemort's flat face actually showed a rich expression.

"If he is a pawn of Dumbledore, I will let him know that his kindness is worthless in the face of the power of dark magic!"

"Go, my servant, find a chance to show him the true power of the dark arts!"

Voldemort fell asleep again.

Quirrell was thinking about how to meet Merlin again and establish a relationship with him.

There were too many people at the time, and he had no way to determine what Merlin meant.

This time he must find a way to find out what he wanted to say.

At this time, Merlin had finished eating the food specially prepared by Tamer and returned to the room to plan what he would do next.

In terms of wealth.

After deducting the share and the investment quota for the twins.

Merlin still had more than 2,000 Galleons from selling glasses.

Although it was not much compared to pure-blood families, it was considered rich among most ordinary wizards.

After all, the Ministry of Magic's workers The annual salary of the staff is not that much.

But it is far from enough for Merlin.

He has calculated his monthly food expenses before.

If he saves a little, it will cost about 15 Galleons a day, which is 450 Galleons a month.

This is only eating magical animal meat of the level of Riem beef.

If it is replaced with crystal giant bear, griffin, dragon meat, meat of this level, it will cost two to three thousand Galleons a month.

Of course, Merlin dare not mention this idea to others.

After all, these are rare potion materials in the magic world.

If others knew that he used them to eat, it would be too hateful.

"Hey, Merlin, what are you thinking about?"

The Sorting Hat climbed up from the windowsill and yawned lazily.

"I have to say that the little wizards' rooms are really comfortable. They have slept for two hours, right?"

Molin raised his eyebrows.

From the time he brought the Sorting Hat back to now, he was so busy that he even forgot to take care of it. He didn't expect it to sleep for a whole day.

It's really good at sleeping.

"What? I slept the whole day. Oh my god, what a waste of time!"

"I haven't figured out what my new design will look like yet."

"Molin boy, let me tell you, I dreamed of a very beautiful and elegant lady's hat"

"Her lace cap skirt, feather decoration, rose mesh, so fragrant, so small, so……"

Merlin stared at the Sorting Hat with a complicated expression.

You are a product of alchemy, why are you always thinking about other women's hats? Is this polite?

"Who told you that you can’t fall in love with alchemical products?"

"The people in those magical photos can all fall in love, so how am I worse than them?"

""Okay, you're awesome."

Mo Lin was thinking about something and didn't want to pay attention to the Sorting Hat anymore.

But the Sorting Hat was still chattering over there, yelling that he must go find a few people after he changed his clothes.���Bright magic hat

"That's enough. If you keep talking, you'll never be able to change your outfit."

"Why? What did you say? Molin, you promised me.

The Sorting Hat was so excited that it even used the brim of the hat to support its body and jumped up onto the table.

"No money!"

Mo Lin's reason was straightforward.

"Look at the materials you want, which one is cheaper? I can't sell you and then refurbish you, right?"

"This... is all? I thought it was a big deal."

The Sorting Hat laughed, with a look of contempt on his face.

"It’s just Galleon, I have it!"

"what do you have?"

"Gryffindor's treasure. Didn't I tell you that Gryffindor left all the treasure to me after he left?"

"He is the one who can find a goblin to forge the sword of Gryffindor. Do you think he would be short of money?"

"Where is it?"

Mo Lin asked decisively

"What do you want to do?"

"Aren't you going to refurbish it for you? I have to go and place an order, right? Do I have to see how much it costs?"

"What if there aren't many? Isn't it a bit too much to want to use those materials?"

"That's right, fine, I'll tell you."

Merlin didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Anyway, he was not strong enough now and couldn't refurbish the Sorting Hat, so he might as well use Gryffindor's money to improve himself first.

Then he could pay for a better Sorting Hat later.

"I'm afraid not……"

"We will give you seven more magic hats for women in various colors and styles, one will appear in turn every day."

""Merlin, what nonsense are you talking about? Who are you looking down on? I'm going to beat up ten of you!"

The Sorting Hat yelled at the top of its lungs.

"make a deal!"

"Let's go now, it's best to improve your strength quickly, so that I don't have to wait too long."

The Sorting Hat jumped onto Mo Lin's shoulder and began to point the way.

"If I don't refurbish it, I don't know how long this old wool hat of mine will last."

"Don't worry, once we have collected the materials and the magic power is able to operate the magic arrays on your body, we will immediately replace them for you."

"OK, let's go!"

The Sorting Hat couldn't wait any longer and took the initiative to lead the way to open Gryffindor's treasure.