Shadow of the Beautiful World

There are more than 20,000 spells in the wizarding world, and most of them can be learned, as long as you can find those valuable knowledge.

In the living room of The Burrow, while rubbing his sore wrist, Mr. Arthur explained to Merlin who was applying ice to his head:

But among these spells, there are three spells called 'Unforgivable Curses'. They are all extremely destructive spells that can cause extremely dire consequences.

The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse. Even among the notorious Black Arts spells, these three spells are extremely vicious.

Mrs. Molly glanced at her reckless husband reproachfully. While carefully examining the wound on Merlin's arm, the gentle lady said to him and the two children:

The bad thing about the Imperius Curse is that it can be used to manipulate people's hearts, and as long as the magic power is strong enough, there is almost no upper limit to the number of people being manipulated.

The Killing Curse can bypass the blocking of the body and the magic shield, and annihilate the soul directly. Once it is hit, it means that an existence will be killed in the most cruel way.

As for the Cruciatus Curse, it seems a little misnamed. But any old wizard knows that the Cruciatus Curse is the cruelest of the three Unforgivable Curses.

Mrs. Molly used healing magic to help Merlin heal the wound, she said softly:

There is no upper limit to the pain that the Cruciatus Curse can inflict on the subject

As long as you keep injecting magic power, the pain will continue to double, until the subject goes crazy, or dies miserably in torture. In the Middle Ages, any wizard who used the Cruciatus Curse would be hunted down by Aurors, At that time, the Three Unforgivable Curses were strictly prohibited.

But when fighting against the dangerous Grindelwald and his followers decades ago, some Aurors from the Ministry of Magic secretly used the Cruciatus Curse to torture the dark wizards.

Mr. Arthur said in a low voice:

The bad atmosphere started at that time, but the Aurors are doing good things in a bad way after all, so no one blames them.

However, once a bad thing has a leader, there will be more and more imitators. In recent years, the Imperius Curse and the Killing Curse have rarely appeared, but the Cruciatus Curse has a tendency to be abused. To make matters worse, the Ministry of Magic has no way of managing this.

After all, they are using it themselves.

Mrs. Molly sighed worriedly, and she said to Merlin:

They can't stand upright themselves, and the Aurors also need some means of deterring criminals. But I still didn't expect, Arthur, you would be so mad that you would use the Cruciatus Curse on a young man who was just learning magic! Are you are you crazy?

No, it's all right, Mrs Mollie.

Merlin shook his head, and he said to Mrs. Molly:

Mr. Arthur was also forced to help. In fact, when I hit you with the Shattering Curse, I should stop. This is my fault. I am too aggressive.

You saw it too, Molly dear.

Mr. Arthur raised his swollen arm and torn shirt, and said to his wife:

I was beaten badly by Merlin. I was confused at the time. Fortunately, it didn't cause a big disaster.

No way!

Ron, who stood listening to the story with his ears pricked up, screamed:

Dad, you lost? Merlin beat you? Hell, he taught himself magic! It's only been three years!

Snapped

Mrs. Mollie sternly slapped Ron on the head, and said:

No swearing at home! Merlin's talent is very good, much better than yours. You really should study magic hard, Ron! You are also a member of the Weasley family! We are a family of pure-blood wizards!

Yeah, Ron.

Merlin put the ice off his head aside and said to Ron:

It's just a coincidence that I can beat your father. He is a powerful wizard. I can feel that he still has a lot of hole cards that he hasn't used. It's probably because of my face.

Merlin smiled, his explanation made Ron and Hermione nod, and the two little wizards also felt that Mr. Arthur must be showing mercy.

But in fact, Arthur did have a wizard's hole card, but Merlin also had his own hole card that he didn't use.

After dinner, Arthur invited Merlin to take a walk outside the Burrow. They walked along the creek to the orchard behind the Burrow. Under the setting sun, Arthur took a snuff bottle and smoked, and then said to Merlin:

Your strength is astonishing, Merlin. I can now tell you what I want you to help with.

Arthur looked back at Merlin, and said:

I need you to help me protect a child for a week, and if you can, don't make him feel your presence.

You mean, Ron?

Merlin glanced at the kitchen and said:

Did something happen?

No, it's not Ron. It's Harry.

Arthur lowered his voice and said:

He's a friend of Ron and Hermione, how should I say, an important kid.

Some things have happened within the British Ministry of Magic recently. It is reported that some officials of the Ministry of Magic intend to imprison Harry and deprive him of his wizard status. The dean of Hogwarts College, His Excellency Dumbledore, is trying to untangle the joint. Maybe It will take a week. During this time, we have to protect Harry from anyone.

Arthur sighed helplessly:

But us official wizards are all registered with the Ministry of Magic. Once our identities are discovered, our family members are likely to be implicated. Only you, Merlin, you are a person who suddenly appeared, and you are not British, and you are not active in the UK, so there is no Registered with the Ministry of Magic. It's only fitting that you protect him.

As long as you're careful and don't run afoul of those Ministry bastards, you'll be fine.

Harry? You mean, Harry Potter?

Merlin rubbed his forehead, recalling the name, he said:

Hermione mentioned this name repeatedly in her letter. She said that Mr. Potter is a well-known child in the wizarding world. It is said that he is related to the Dark Lord?

Yes, you could consider Harry a Destiny's Son kind of thing.

Arthur spread his hands and said briefly:

His parents were powerful wizards who died fighting the Dark Lord, true heroes.

The Dark Lord has died, or in other words, disappeared for more than ten years. Although there are reports that he has returned. But we have been monitoring his power, and the Ministry of Magic is also acting. They will not act with great fanfare. Now Harry The dangers we face mainly come from within the Ministry of Magic, which is the department I serve, but unfortunately, after a long time, this system that was supposed to maintain order has also become depraved.

Harry, poor boy

Mr. Arthur clenched his fists and said indignantly:

He was used by the incompetent Minister of Magic Fuji and his henchmen as a tool to fight for power and suppress Dumbledore.

Wait, Mr. Arthur.

Merlin interrupted Arthur, saying:

You mean, you want me to protect a child who is regarded as a thorn in the side of the Minister of Magic under the attention of the British Ministry of Magic?

Yes, what's the problem?

Arthur asked, Merlin shook his head, he looked at the sunset in the distance, he said:

No, it's too troublesome. They have an absolute advantage. If the authorities want to trouble Harry, it's too easy. We can't passively put out fires everywhere. We have to use a smarter method. I mean, we have to avoid it. Trouble from the Ministry of Magic aboveboard.

Let Harry go to America and let him pretend to be a Muggle. My organization has enough ability to cover his tracks in the Muggle world. I will be by his side all the time during these 7 days. It should be no problem. .”

Merlin looked at Arthur, and he said:

No matter how powerful the British Ministry of Magic is, it can't control the affairs of North America, right?

In this case

Arthur frowned and thought for a moment, then said:

It's not impossible. The Magic Council of the United States really hates other forces reaching into their territory, and I haven't heard of any traces of Death Eaters in North America. But the problem is that the Ministry of Magic will not let them in so easily. Harry left the UK and they will do everything they can to prevent that.

It's even easier.

Merlin took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He winked at Mr. Arthur and said:

We don't need to hide at all, we just need to be businesslike.

He pressed the dial button, and a moment later he said to the person on the other end of the line:

Hello, Gartler? I'm Merlin. I need your help.

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On July 5, 1995, in a villa at No. 4 Privet Drive in London's Little Whinging District, the phone rang suddenly, startling Dali Dursley who was stealing something to eat.

This 16-year-old young man has almost completely inherited his father's appearance, and he is overweight from his face to his stomach. Even so, this somewhat rude child still likes to steal sweets from his parents After finding out, he pushed everything to his cousin Harry Potter.

With donut crumbs still on his mouth, he ran to the phone and picked it up, only to hear a very serious and indifferent voice:

This is the Metropolitan Police Department. Is Mr. Vernon Dursley there?

Dad! Dad! Someone from the police station is calling!

Dali was taken aback, he shouted a few times at the top of his voice, and soon, a fat man with a big beard and a tired face, probably in his 40s, walked into the room.

This was Vernon Dursley, Harry Potter's uncle and business executive of the Groning Company.

A successful businessman, but not a good father, nor a good guardian.

Hi, hello, officer. I'm Vernon, what can I do?

Vernon asked politely to the police officer on the other end of the phone, and the call from the London Police Department said very businesslike:

Your fifty-seven reports of paranormal events sent to the police between 1991 and 1994 have been answered. A senior agent from the European branch of the World Security Council has arrived in London to The incident of your nephew came.

Mr. Vernon, we are hereby telling you to come to London Police Station with your wife, son and nephew at 8 o'clock this afternoon. The officer will be waiting for you at the police station! Don't be late, thank you.

After speaking, the phone hung up.

Mr. Vernon, who was holding the phone, looked dull.

Indeed, he had been overwhelmed by the spooky events that his nephew Harry had created over the past few years. In fact, he disliked Harry in the first place, and neither did his wife, despite their true blood relationship.

Vernon tried for some time to resolve the issue of his nephew through legal means, but has never received a response. He was already desperate, but today, Vernon was overjoyed by the police's positive response.

Dalley! Go call your mother back, and let Harry tidy up and put on some decent clothes! We're going out this afternoon! Oh, God, have you finally heard the prayers of your faithful believer?

That afternoon, in the London police office, the Dursleys, who were all dressed up, were sitting on chairs waiting for the officer to arrive.

And Harry Potter, who was wearing a set of sportswear that didn't fit well, looked at the scene in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He didn't know why his uncle was crazy, so he insisted on taking him to the police station.

boom

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the office was pushed open.

Wearing a gray suit and rimless glasses, Merlin walked into the office with an indifferent expression. He looked at the few people in front of him. The indifferent and formulaic eyes made the Dursleys a little afraid.

Merlin stretched out his hand to look at his watch. He seemed very busy. He put the document in his hand on the table, flipped through a page, and asked in a very straightforward tone:

Mr. Vernon, I'm a senior agent under the World Security Council. You can call me Merlin. I'm here to deal with the supernatural incidents that happened to your nephew, Mr. Harry James Potter. Who is Mr. Potter?

Merlin glanced at the four people in front of him. Under his questioning, Harry subconsciously stood up and said to Merlin:

Hello, sir, I'm Harry Potter.

Merlin looked at him expressionlessly. After a while, he shook his head and said to Vernon:

Mr. Vernon, you said your nephew could do magic, didn't you?

Yes, of course, sir.

Before Vernon could speak, his wife, a woman with a shrill voice, said:

He inherited her mother's evil ability, he can use magic, that is evil power, it will bring misfortune!

No! Ma'am!

Merlin said coldly:

There is no magic in this world, don't be misled. Everything can be answered in science, and my job is to decipher these ancient superstitions!

He looked at his watch again, and said to the people in front of him:

I will take Mr. Harry Potter away for a period of time. My organization will conduct a comprehensive test on him. If we find that there is indeed an abnormality, then we will notify you again. Now I need two guardians. In this document Sign on.

Do you agree with me taking him?

Merlin asked.

The Dursleys looked at each other, then nodded desperately:

Of course! Take him away, it's best never to send him back!

After speaking, they quickly signed the document, and then left the police station with their son Dali.

In the office, only Harry Potter, who was abandoned here, and Merlin with a calm face were left.

Harry was just a 15-year-old young man. He looked at the mysterious officer in front of him with some fear. Merlin noticed Harry's gaze. He raised his head, walked to Harry, and pulled out something from his waist. He flickered before his eyes, and then smiled at him.

It was a wand, a red wand.

the person in front of you

Be a wizard!

Don't be afraid, Mr Potter.

Merlin patted the thin young man in front of him on the shoulder, he bent down, looked straight into his eyes, and said softly:

Little Hermione asked me to say hello to you, and I will be your temporary guardian for the next seven days.

Ready for a trip to North America?