I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Moses is naturally Arthur. He changed his name and appearance and planned to welcome a new life.

He is here to support his retirement at Hogwarts, so naturally he will not take on any heavy tasks. Although the position of administrator seems to have a lot of things, in fact most of the things can be left to the elves, which is considered A sinecure.

The students also applauded politely, but obviously not as enthusiastically as when they welcomed Minerva.

This does not mean any disrespect, but in their subconscious mind, an ordinary administrator who is not responsible for teaching is obviously not as important as teachers and professors.

They obviously didn't know that as a legend who could injure the human body of gods with the Holy Sword in his hand, Arthur's combat effectiveness at Hogwarts might even exceed that of Albus.

He is also one of the first people in the world to learn magic, so it goes without saying that he has magical attainments.

However, Arthur has also passed the age of showing off.

What is ordinary in the eyes of most people is what he dreams of in his retirement life.

The environment here is beautiful. When he first arrived, Arthur fell in love with the lazy sea of ​​clouds and bright stars around him.

It was also very lively here, most people were friendly, and there was no longer a huge country of more than 100 million people for him to worry about.

He now has a lot of time to live for himself and find his own fun.

The school is also called the ivory tower because it is isolated from the real society and far away from the hustle and bustle of society. Many people have relatively pure minds.

Although the studies here are a headache, no matter who you are, when you stand in the future and look back on the past, the happiest times you have must have been in school.

The years of teaching at Hogwarts were also very fond memories for Char.

Char also believes that Arthur will also get good memories here.

The banquet had basically come to an end when Connor arrived.

Under the guidance of Catherine and Harlon, students from different colleges were also guided to the dormitories of their respective colleges.

These two people are still alive now, because living in a rich and demonic environment on Sky Island, longevity is very common.

However, compared to their past strength and vigor, time has still taken away their youth, with many wrinkles on their faces and gray hair.

But time has also brought them wisdom and majesty, and they still have a strong voice among students.

Connor hadn't gone through the process of being assigned an academy, so he didn't know where to go.

When she was at a loss, Minerva stopped him and led him directly in the opposite direction to them.

He pushed open the door to the principal's office, and Albus, who had come down from the banquet, was already waiting there.

Albus looked Connor up and down, "Is this the child you were talking about?"

Minerva nodded, "He is the person Merlin likes, and he has a very magical power."

Albus stared at Connor quietly, and then said in a soft voice, "Don't be nervous, kid, I am the principal of this school."

"Principal?" Connor seemed to have thought of something, "Merlin?"

"He is my teacher." Albus said, "You can call me...Professor Dumbledore."

He looked at Connor curiously, "Can you let me see what you're capable of?"

Connor thought for a moment, and then began to try to use that power. He even held his breath, but until his face turned red, he was unable to use that power again.

Then, he looked at Albus with some anxiety, "I can try again."

"Don't worry, it's normal." Albus had a friendly smile on his face, "You haven't stepped into the magic mirror yet, so it's normal that you can't control the magic."

He looked at Minerva and said, "Use the Pensieve. Let me see what happened."

Minerva nodded, and he came to the Pensieve placed on the side of the desk. It was a shallow stone basin with runes and symbols carved on the edge, and some water in the basin.

She picked up the wand in her hand and pointed it at her temple.

Then, the wand pulled out a silver thread from her mind, which was guided by Minerva into the basin, and then gave up its position to Albus.

Albus also put his face into the pensieve. What Minerva just pulled out were her memory fragments, and the magician can experience the memory put in through the pensieve.

After a moment, he stood up again and took a deep breath.

"How is it?" Minerva asked.

Albus fell into deep thought and said after a moment.

"My guess is similar to yours. It is indeed an outward manifestation of magic power, but it seems to have more spiritual influence."

The flames of death can become stronger through higher awareness, but magic is different. Although strong mental power can also make a magician stronger, what is more powerful is the control and use of magic.

For example, the fire in Harry Potter's magic system is a kind of advanced black magic. It produces huge and hot magical flames that can destroy almost anything in its burning path, even powerful souls. Not to mention equipment.

And it will become stronger and stronger as time goes by, and if you want to control this increasingly powerful magic, you need strong mental power.

"I feel the powerful destructive power of this power." Minerva said with some fear, "It is completely different from the gentle magic power."

"Power is not scary, only the person who uses it is scary..."

Albus thought for a moment, "Go and invite Professor Stark over and inform him of the child's situation.

He should be interested in this. "

Minerva nodded. With this kind of power that even Professor Dumbledore had never seen before, she naturally wanted to seek more ancient wisdom.

In the magical world, Stark's status is second only to Char.

She turned around and opened the door and walked out. After a while, she walked in with Tony.

Tony didn't say much, but looked at Connor, took out a ring from his body, and threw it to him.

"Put it on and try it."

Connor subconsciously took the ring, but then glanced at Minerva.

"His name is Tony Stark, you can call him Professor Stark." Minerva introduced, "He is a very wise alchemist, older than Principal Dumbledore, listen. His words are unmistakable.”

Connor nodded, and then put the ring on his index finger.

"Recall your feelings and mood at that time." Tony said,

Connor frowned and began to recall the situation at that time.

Anger, sadness, confusion and a certain belief in seeking justice for the mother

"Whoo~"

The ring that Tony gave him ignited with orange-red flames at that moment, and the flame that had just appeared was also burning on his forehead.

And Tony also put on his glasses, all the magic data flashed before his eyes, with a little interest on his face.

“Interesting, your physical fitness has been comprehensively improved, your bones are stronger, your ability to withstand hits is stronger, and you have resilience.

After the magic power derived from life force is ignited, is the potential of life also stimulated...

The temperature of the flame is very high, and it seems to have some special characteristics.

But if you want to truly form a combat effectiveness, you still need some props to assist you."

As Tony finished speaking, many cracks appeared in the ring on Connor's finger, and then it shattered instantly.

Seeing this, Minerva looked at Tony, "What's going on?"

Tony shrugged disapprovingly, "It's normal, the ring is only used as a medium to release magic power, not a medium to release this kind of flame.

Although it is similar to the characteristics of magic, this kind of flame is not considered magic.

Give me some time, I should be able to create this flame medium for you to use freely, and maximize its use."

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Stark," Albus said.

"You're welcome, this is what someone else commissioned me to do." Tony shrugged.

"Is that so?" Albus's eyes flickered, "I understand. It seems that the person is very optimistic about this child."

"Don't worry, it's the child of an old friend." Tony said.

Albus nodded thoughtfully, "Minerva, arrange for him to go to Merlin Academy. There should be a good fit for this child's flame. Take him to the dormitory to rest."

"Yes, Professor." Minerva looked at Connor, "Follow me, kid."

Connor looked back at Tony and Albus, and then followed Minerva out of here.

They walked on the long corridor to the dormitory, walking through the maze-like castle. He followed Minerva closely, a little afraid of losing her.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Is the person they just mentioned referring to Mr. Merlin?"

"You are lucky." Minerva said with her back to him. "Do you know Mr. Stark's status among the alchemists?"

Connor shook his head.

"In the entire world, the number of humans who are qualified to use magic is about one in a million.

And among these one in a million, only one percent is qualified to learn alchemy.

And he is the pinnacle of alchemy in the entire magical world.

The only alchemical legend who can refine the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

Many years ago, Professor Stark stopped accepting alchemy commissions, and it was even more difficult to ask him to refine things.

Because money has no meaning to him. With the Philosopher's Stone, he can even turn stones into gold. The only thing that can move him is favor.

The legendary magician is one of them. "

"People in this world don't say they know this legend, but they are lucky to meet him."

"Your great-grandpa is indeed a legend..." Minerva sighed. "He created such a huge organization. Even if he passes away, the legacy he left behind will still protect his descendants."

Connor fell silent, and after a moment he said, "My father has always told me that, he is very wise."