I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Oh - that's it. I came here from Sicily with a box just for this scene." Boss Mei had a secretly happy expression on his face, his whole person was evil and hateful.

Observation has always been Merlin's pleasure, especially observing the emotional disputes between these young boys and girls. It is very interesting to him. Besides observing the stars, he will often look to other places to find happiness.

But to Merlin's slight disappointment, Miss Granger quickly lost her temper.

When she discovered that the man seemed to be in a coma, motionless and unable to even notice his breathing.

But it frightened her.

Hermione quickly pulled out her wand and walked over quickly.

"Get out of the way!" she said fiercely.

The tip of the wand lit up with a terrifying red light.

Each of the irradiated sirens had a look of fear and hatred on their faces. A ferocious expression appeared on their beautiful faces, and they bared their teeth at Hermione.

It seems to be swearing some sovereignty.

But this confrontation did not last long. As Miss Granger pressed forward regardless, the group of sirens recalled some not-so-good memories. In those memories, they were being lifted Wizards with such wands, torture.

As magical creatures, in addition to the ability to cast charming magic, the most important ability of sea monsters is to control sea water. They can control the water flow to attack wizards, but their power is worrying. Most of this ability is used by sea monsters to create seabeds. Vacuum - that is, luring men into falling into the sea water so that they can enter the vacuole without drowning.

Generally, the Kraken will make the cavitation bubble its home. On some submarine rock walls in the deep sea, there are such cavitation bubbles everywhere, which is already a community.

In addition, the Kraken can no longer cast other spells. Like the mermaids, most of their attacks are based on physical attacks.

Wizards, if they master Occlumency, or drink a refreshing potion in advance, and prepare some magic props that are immune to charm, such as some magic glasses, in short, as long as the charm of the sea monsters does not work, then the wizard will deal with them better than the black ones. The mermaid at the bottom of the lake is even simpler.

At least the sirens are not as brave as the mermaids. They will scatter when they see something is wrong, like now.

After the four sirens glared at Hermione fiercely, they quickly left here one by one.

Soon, there was only a solitary person left in the hayloft-like cave.

Because of the cavitation, it is actually very dry here. There is a blanket made of magical animal hair under the stone, which seems to be able to insulate it from the cold.

Hermione stepped forward, quickly took out a coat from the inner pocket of her coat, and put it on the boy.

Then he leaned down and touched his chest - yes - it was still rising and falling.

She relaxed slightly.

Then, feelings of grievance and panic surged upwards.

"Mr. Mermelin, he" Hermione cried, looking back at the frivolous man. She still didn't quite believe that he was the legendary Archmage Merlin, but now, she hoped that he was true.

"Don't worry." Merlin stepped forward with a smile, patted Hermione on the shoulder, then stretched out his cane, which was like a dead tree, and tapped Owen's head gently.

As if a stone fell into the lake, at that moment, unknown ripples rippled out.

Then his gentle and jade-like voice sounded, "Relax - don't resist, that is actually your own strength."

The ripples are not rippling in the present world, but in the consciousness, in the endless sea, the gap in the void, the lavender ocean, in the ancestral land with countless limbs and strange lives.

Soon the sound reached Owen's ears in his consciousness.

A second before the fusion, his body was devoured by the giant. Become a part of only.

Then the sun came down as she began to disintegrate the soul.

After that, he exhausted all the magic power in his body and accumulated thousands of years of flesh and blood to try to repair his body crazily, but these attempts were like a joke under the high temperature of hundreds of millions of years.

After only supporting it for less than a few seconds, the Cyclops' body was completely evaporated.

The giant's one eye, which was the core of the outer god's essence, and Owen's body in the one eye became the only things left.

The Outer Gods tried every possible means to consume magic power in an attempt to keep this last hope.

And this gives Owen hope of surviving the fusion.

In other words, this was his plan.

He knew that the woman longed for his body, and he also knew that the fusion was about to come. In the moment of crisis, he chose to be devoured by the outer god, just in the hope that he could use her power to fight against the fusion.

This is not only for him, but also for Shilok and Bakar who can successfully escape.

Although fusion explosions sound very scary, this kind of weapon has its limits after all. In a solid fortification fifteen meters deep under a large civil defense fortification, even if a person is located at the center of the explosion, it is possible to survive. If the person is not at the center of the explosion, Then the depth and strength of the ordinary subway are enough for people to avoid this explosion.

A little further away, you can still survive by finding a sturdy underground garage.

Even further - ordinary reinforced concrete houses can also block the blast wave.

Owen's plan is to let this giant of several hundred meters resist the explosion, even if it can only block the fireball for a few seconds. I believe that the wisdom of that little guy Shilok is enough to apparate away with Bakar during that time.

As for himself - he can only cheer for the Outer God.

Come on, little sister!

Little sister Liu Pi!

Little sister, let’s compete!

Then, about four seconds later, he understood that the power of the explosion was not dependent on personal will.

In an instant - he felt his body being evaporated and torn apart.

Then it was inexplicably reorganized, and then torn apart again.

And so on.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes - then, his consciousness was disconnected.

When I wake up next time, I will already be in the gap between the void and the lavender sea.

Then he saw the woman again in that sea area.

Without saying a word, the woman attacked him directly.

Physical attack, the kind that hits the flesh with punches.

This stunned Owen - without thinking too much, he punched him.

Grandma - So, the wizard’s final showdown, the final showdown with the gods, is this simple and unpretentious?

In the fight between your punch and my kick, Owen quickly discovered that the guy opposite him was really good - he didn't know how to fight at all, and it felt like he was just throwing punches based on instinct, without any skills at all.

this--

Don't blame him, London Ip Man, for being ruthless.

Look at my close bunt, Ola Ola!

This battle was simple and unpretentious, with no enjoyment at all.

And the fight lasted a long time. Later, Owen even wondered if this was the illusion of an alien god, deliberately trapping himself here to fight with non-existent enemies?

But every time he thought this way, he would lose consciousness and be punched awake by the woman opposite him.

Damn it, it's not an illusion. If I don't beat her today, her face will be full of peach blossoms. It's just because it's a smelly morning glory.

Then——the voice of a certain fraudster reached his ears.

"Huh? My own power? What do you mean?"

Owen doesn't understand and gets punched twice with the stick.

Just when he was getting angry and was about to start a fight, he suddenly discovered that the appearance of the woman in front of him was quietly changing since he didn't know when.

Her long hair became shorter, and the undulating majesty on her chest began to look ordinary.

The slender arms became muscular.

He also jumped a few inches in height.

In a simple word, she became more like himself.

"What the hell?"

Owen was confused for a while, but to his surprise, the other party didn't make any more moves, but just stood there.

It was as if the woman was indeed his enemy before and had been fighting with him, but as time passed, she became a kind of mirror image, and she was fighting with him later.

"Wardfa?"

Owen studied the creature in front of him, watching as it gradually turned from a gaze into nothingness, turning into a puddle of purple smoke.

Then the smoke drifted into his body.

It tarnished his pure and noble soul.

The next moment - Owen opened his eyes in reality.

Consciousness returned to the body.

When he opened his eyes.

But he saw that he was lying on a huge bed with a velvet mattress. At a glance, he didn't know who had placed a figure on the armchair in front of his bed - looking down, the ground was covered with thick Arabic blankets, and the walls were It is also painted in Egyptian style, and there is a gorgeous scarab decoration on the table.

Opposite the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, through which you can see a street filled with gold.

Well - there are golden carvings on the ground, which look like gold under the sunlight.

In the distance of the market is a dense group of palm trees. The warm evening breeze blows in from the window, which is very comfortable...

"So - you looked around the room and didn't see me on purpose?"

Facing the bed, sitting on an armchair, a man with long silver-pink hair was staring at him.

His eyes were deep and bright, and he seemed to be able to see through everything in the purple shimmer. He was wearing a pure white robe with intricate patterns embroidered on it, and he was holding a dead wood cane in his hands.

Looking into his eyes there was more complaint.

"Yeah? How can this figure still talk?" Owen, who was still restarting the system, vaguely felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Then he said:

"伱——is the seventh of labor and capital? (Servant)"

Boss Mei was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face grew a little wider.

"That's right - Master, the crowned magician Merlin obeys the call."

"???"

"Huh?" Owen's face was full of surprise, "Are you kidding me! How can Merlin look like this?" At this time, his brain had already restarted and countless memories were flooding in.

"No - you peeked into my memory!!!"

Looking at the Merlin in front of him who looked almost exactly like a certain game character.

Owen immediately jumped up from the bed and looked at him with wide eyes. That was a memory that did not exist in this world, the most hidden thing in his mind.

"Ara ala—but it's me! I really look like this!"

"fart!"

Owen jumped angrily.

How could he not know what Merlin looked like in this world?

There are portraits of Merlin on the walls of Hogwarts and on chocolate frog cards. (Because it was not made by me, it has no consciousness and cannot speak, but it can move.)

The Ministry of Magic, the Federation, how about that without Merlin?

His real appearance was very similar to Dumbledore, with a gray beard, silver-gray hair, and a wizard's robe from the early Middle Ages. Except that Merlin did not wear glasses, and he was thinner, and his face was full of traces of time.

From ancient times to the present, for hundreds of years, Merlin's deeds have been widely circulated. After all, he lived until the 16th century. Countless wizards have seen him, so the portraits about him should be real, and maybe Nick Flamel has met him. Passed him, the two even talked.

How could Merlin be like this!

"Hahaha——" Boss Mei suddenly laughed heartily.

"It's interesting, isn't it? Actually, I only watched Yidiandian - and the appearance is actually similar to when I was young."

"They are all so handsome."

"." What's going on with Merlin? broken?

What do you think - the famous legendary wizard's speech and temperament should be closer to Dumbledore, but now he looks so frivolous.

Like a fraudster.

Owen, who was standing on the bed, squinted his eyes and continued to think in his heart - couldn't this thing in front of him be an illusion?

Just like in Inception, how many levels of dreams did the outer gods give him?

How about he go up and punch that guy to see if he was actually dreaming.

As he spoke, Owen took a step forward, and then - he fell.

"Ouch——" My scalp felt numb.

It turned out that he stepped on his hair.

After falling, Owen realized why his hair had grown so long.

Longer than he was tall, almost standing up, with five or six inches of hair sticking to the bed.

His long silver hair draped behind him like a waterfall. His hands were inserted into his hair, and a soft feeling instantly came from his fingertips.

It's cool and feels great.

That's it - this hair shouldn't grow on him. That woman, the woman with exactly the same appearance as him, is wearing this long, silver hair.

Owen was startled by his own thoughts and quickly reached out to touch other parts of his body.

Uh-huh - still so mighty and majestic, don't worry, don't worry!

"Are you really Merlin?" Owen said, waving his right hand to cast a spell. The cutting spell stuck to his back, cutting off all the excess hair.

Only the short hair around the neck is left, which is about the same length as his previous hairstyle, but it's a bit messy and doesn't look good.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, it has a kind of well-organized beauty, which is very attractive.

Especially those emerald-like eyes, which are deep and full of soul-stirring charm.

If the person who possesses all this is mute, he will definitely be able to charm a large group of boys and girls.

What a pity - "You damn liar, you still want to fool me, if you were Merlin! Then I would be King Arthur."

The boy was sitting on the bed, with his legs crossed and his chest crossed, with an expression that said, "I've seen through you."

"Alas - I'm really troubled. Or you can write a letter to your alchemist friend Nico Flamel, and he will tell you my identity." Mr. Mei pretended to be distressed and rubbed his head, the smile on his face changed from Without stopping, his lavender eyes were full of teasing charm, and that cynical look made it impossible for people to even think of trusting him.

"Huh?" When the man in front of him said Nicoléme's name, Owen almost believed that he might really be the legendary great magician Merlin.

Because if it was an outsider who was pretending to be someone else, no matter how powerful the wizard was, there was no way he could pretend to be in front of Nico Flamel. As the most powerful alchemist, he didn't have many means of verifying his identity.

"Wow, Merlin's beard, Merlin is still alive?" Owen screamed strangely, "Well, Mr. Mei, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course!" Boss Mei said.

"I've wanted to ask someone this question for a long time. I originally wanted to ask Professor Dumbledore, but I was afraid he would beat me up. Ahem - that - you and King Arthur, are you and King Arthur like that - that's right A relationship that I am too shy to talk about.

Then he couldn't love it, and in anger, he cursed true love, making the love of the wizards behind full of tragedy.

I'm not talking nonsense. All wizards who believe in Merlin are very unhappy in life. Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the deans of the four houses are all unhappy in life. But as long as you don't believe in Merlin, hey - most situations in life. It will be smooth sailing next time. "

"So - people say that all the misfortunes in love in the magical world are because Merlin didn't get off to a good start."

Owen raised the corner of his mouth and asked in a very gossipy manner.

Faced with the boy's mischievous question, Archmage Merlin actually rubbed his chin, thought about it seriously, and then answered: "Maybe there is this reason, but well, it may be because I don't love him. For the sake of human beings, I like the stories woven by humans, but I am not interested in the people who weave the stories. Arthur said: I only love fate itself and will not favor anyone. For a long time, I felt that he said That’s right.”

"King Arthur?" Staring at Merlin's face, Owen always had a strong sense of déjà vu. Suddenly he was startled and said: "Wait a minute - King Arthur - is a man!"

"Girl!" Boss Mei said.

"ha?"

"Or a man. You guess!"

"I guess you are a big turd ball." Owen said, "So you still haven't answered me, what is the relationship between Merlin and King Arthur!"

"Arthur and I - comrades fighting side by side, what else can our relationship be? Lovers?"

"Ha! Admit it, you really have that kind of relationship." Owen said happily.

"I still remember the days when I was riding a white horse, wearing chainmail and a red cloak, and running on the plains with the knights. In the stone castle, I and other knights declared to the king: Long live the King .

'I met him too soon and he died too soon. He gave my life a bad start. He monopolized that seed-like possibility in my life. Speaking of death, think of him. When it comes to love, I still think of him. ’

Oh—O Eternal King of Avalon! The blond boy who has the heart of a great magician and is immortal for thousands of years. "

Talking - talking.

Owen's tone gradually became calmer, and his originally cheerful face became as solemn as autumn water. His words were like a sharp knife peeling off someone's scars bit by bit. This kind of language gradually changed from ridicule to offense, and finally he even said it bluntly. Facing Merlin's purple eyes, he said, "So, this is the wizard's curse. Never believe in Merlin, it will definitely bring misfortune. Because his misfortune has lasted for thousands of years."

The room fell into silence.

Outside the window, the noisy sound of people was still coming.

The dry, hot wind from the distant desert ruffled Owen's hair.

The silver hair is like a dancing elf, reflecting the sun's light in the air.

"They have their own destiny, and I have never interfered." After a moment, Merlin said gently.

"What about mine?" Owen suddenly stopped smiling, staring straight at the wizard in front of him, shouting somewhat hysterically, "Merlin Ambrosius, where about mine?"

Facing Owen's questioning, Merlin still smiled, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

It seemed that he was expressing guilt for interfering with an innocent soul.

"I am a man who can only watch. As Arthur said, I don't like humans, I just like their stories. I will be excited by the stories in the books, but I have no interest in the humans who write the books.

But - there's something different about you. "His purple eyes were shining with clear light, and his smile was like sweet candy, falling on Owen, "You are a traveler who travels through books like me. The difference is that you use a different language than mine. ways to create and save the story, and then weave a better ending. "

He paused for a moment and then said, "Only I can witness these efforts, Owen - a traveler who has never left any traces in this story. I admire your choice. I hope you can gain something at the end of this journey." comfort.

I will pray that the end of the story is a clear blue sky. "His voice was like a trickling stream, flowing on moss-covered stones.

A relaxed and freehand feeling overflows and rises.

Owen listened to his story.

I understand everything in my heart.

When the woman heard the name Ambrosius, he felt it was familiar. Now after seeing Merlin, he immediately remembered that Ambrosius was Merlin's surname.

From the woman's words, it is not difficult to imagine that his appearance, his experience, and his ending are all in Merlin's prophecies.

Nothing has changed.

Should he be angry?

should!

He has this right.

He is not stupid. Whether it is the woman who claims to be part of the essence of the god or Merlin in front of him, they are all quietly conveying a truth, a truth that is not beautiful.

But for a lonely dead soul who fell into the water, this is undoubtedly a second chance. Being able to come to this world is already a gift. Can he desire more?

Should he crave more?

Would that be too greedy?

Blue sky?

——The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

The golden light shines on this country.

But the sun was too strong, and the sky was not so blue, but pale.

Blue sky!

Didn't appear at his window.