Shadow of the Beautiful World

Ten minutes later, at the entrance of Merlin's mansion, Merlin was seeing off two senior Aurors who came late at night.

There was a wooden box floating beside Aethinus, which contained the old witch Umbridge who had just been spit out by Gugu. This guy is not dead yet, but her situation is much worse than death.

Her body was covered with the gastric juice of the devouring beast, and those corrosive gastric juices corroded her body into terrible scars. Of course, these traumas are not a problem for the wizard.

But being thrown out of thin air into a terrifying black hole-like stomach, the mental shock Umbridge suffered was not ordinary.

When she was spit out, her eyes were glazed, her mind was broken, and she was no different from a lunatic.

She was so uncooperative that Aethinus had to stun her with magic and throw her bundled up into a special chest.

Beside Athinus, the silent and cold senior Auror Lord Crow said to Merlin:

According to the arrangement of Speaker Samuel, you need to inform your boss, Mr. Nick Fury, to wait patiently. After 7 days, someone will guide him to the headquarters of the Magic Congress.

In addition, Speaker Samuel agreed to your application for compensation.

The crow took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Merlin. He warned:

This is the spell you want, but it can only be watched by you alone. After watching it, destroy it, and don't spread it! And you can't use this spell on ordinary people for no reason. There is a reason why it is called the Unforgivable Curse!

It's just the Cruciatus Curse.

Merlin took the paper and glanced at it. A few seconds later, high-temperature mist rose from his fingers and burned the paper in front of the crows. He said:

As far as I know, every Auror knows this spell, and those dark wizards use it as a common spell. It is far from a secret.

I thought you were going to ask for the Avada Kedavra.

Aethinus whispered:

That thing suits you better.

That's for later.

Merlin waved to the two Aurors in front of him, and said:

Advanced spells are very difficult to rely on self-study. I am very clear about the limits of my abilities. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you riding a magic broom. Do you need me to take you home?

We drove here by ourselves.

Aesinus took out the car key, pressed it, and there was the sound of the car lock unlocking in the distant darkness. He pulled his top hat, waved goodbye to Merlin, and said in a warning voice:

I know some of the habits of you agents. What I want to say is that maybe we will cooperate in the future, but don't disturb our family! They don't know our identity, and I don't want them to know! Once I find out, you

Wait, where did you get your impression of the agent?

Merlin interrupted Athinus' warning, saying:

Who would take the risk of offending wizards to monitor a few ordinary people? Which ordinary agent can escape your detection spells and forgetting spells? Don't think too much, my friend, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a security agency, and the most important thing is , we have brains and won’t do stupid things!”

Merlin's answer embarrassed Athinus, and the fat wizard whispered:

That's how I see it in all the spy movies made by Muggles

Okay, not much to say, let's go, let's have a rest early. By the way, this is the mobile phone number, write it down, call if you have anything to do.

The fat wizard waved a note to Merlin. He sat in the pickup truck driven by the crow, rolled down the glass, and said to Merlin:

Also, take care of Mr. Potter, his identity is very sensitive.

Merlin waved his hand and watched the black pickup in front of him disappear into the dark street at an extremely fast speed. He turned and walked back to the house. He sat on the sofa alone and began to think about the information he had just received.

To be honest, chatting with Aurors is a bit overwhelming.

First of all, there has been a breakthrough in the cooperation that Fury has been seeking. Judging from the information Azzinus said, the Ministry of Magic in North America is facing a lot of security pressure, and they seem to hope to reach a cooperation with a powerful organization.

In other words, as long as S.H.I.E.L.D. maintains its apparent suppression of various supernatural events related to magic, the cooperation between the two parties is likely to be achieved.

Second, Constantine's news is correct.

The Ministry of Magic had his eye on him, and not just recently.

A few years ago, when Merlin was looking for wizards all over the world, he didn't realize that those wizards had actually been secretly observing him.

From the current point of view, the Magic Congress in North America still has goodwill towards Merlin, which should be regarded as a good thing. But how long will their goodwill last?

If, in the worst case, Merlin keeps collecting the power fragments of the Sangong Demon and transforms into a half-demon, then one day, Merlin will become one of the enemies that the Magic Congress has been trying to eradicate.

So under that kindness, there is actually a trace of vigilance.

But the good news is that the wizards in North America are more enlightened than the stuffy British wizards, maybe Merlin can get a way to completely eradicate this dark curse from them.

Last but not least.

In the dark living room, Merlin hugged the kitten and cuckooed. He closed his eyes, recalling the words that the senior Auror crow inadvertently said just now in his mind.

You have power in you that we don't understand!

Although this sentence is short, the meaning contained in it is not simple at all.

What the crow means is that the mysterious power that may exist behind Merlin is beyond the comprehension of the great wizards of the Magic Congress, which means that the source of the mysterious power that has driven Merlin to the present is more terrifying than Merlin imagined Some.

The secret it represents exceeds the thousands of years of wizarding civilization.

The more you know, the more doubts you have.

Merlin rubbed his forehead with a headache, and said softly:

It seems that I wasted my best chance, Phantom Stranger, when will you show up again?

Merlin felt more and more the strangeness of the power behind him. He already knew that his own destiny seemed to be largely out of his control. The bad luck or help that would always come at a critical moment, no matter it was good or bad, , made him restless.

And he had had a chance to know it all.

That was the day after he signed the contract with Sannomiya, the day James was injured, in that street cafe. The first time he actually met the mysterious Phantom Stranger, the guy who called himself the Observer said to him:

To get the right answers, you have to ask the right questions.

It's a pity that Merlin put that precious opportunity on a meaningless question at that time. If he were asked the question now, he would definitely not be so reckless again.

But it's no use regretting it now.

In the darkness, Merlin hugged Googoo, placed it beside the cat's nest on the balcony, then yawned, and walked back to his room.

He's tired and needs some sleep.

Merlin didn't notice that in the corner of his room, the black and white kitten picked up by Gu Gu was squatting there, looking at him with piercing eyes, as if observing and examining him in the dark.

In the next few days, the children didn't encounter any other bloody crisis.

After all the troubles of that old hag in Umbridge, the children seemed to have better luck. Merlin also took them to a Disneyland in California, and the children had a great time.

On the plane back to New York, Harry told Merlin that for a moment, he even wanted to give up all magic, let everything go, and just be an ordinary Muggle with a peaceful and happy life.

But both of them knew that this was impossible.

After Voldemort's return, Harry, who had killed him once, was bound to be targeted. What awaits Harry will be a road full of darkness and suffering.

But this kid will go to the end of the road and touch that ray of hope.

Merlin was not a prophet, and he hadn't even learned any prophecy magic, but he just had a feeling that this boy's story would not end in a dark ending.

He will have a happy and peaceful life and future as he expects.

This is my game console, and these CDs.

In the living room of Merlin's house, little Eric was helping Ron pack his luggage. He was holding a game console that was probably new, and he put it in Ron's box with some reluctance. He expressed his gratitude to his new friend explain:

I've asked Hermione, you wizards can do many magical things, but there are always things you don't have.

He patted Ron on the shoulder and said to Ron:

Such as game consoles, such as video games. I always read magic books, and occasionally I need some entertainment. When new games are released, I will find a way to send them to you.

It's your favorite thing.

Ron stroked the game console in the box, and he said to Eric:

I appreciate the kindness, but I can't take it, and my mother won't like me playing this.

Then hide in the house and play secretly.

Eric says:

I, an ordinary person, can escape Merlin's sudden inspection, but you, a wizard, can't hide anything?

makes sense.

Ron nodded thoughtfully. He thought for a while, looked around, took off a silver ring on his finger, and handed it to Eric. He said:

Then this is considered a return gift. It's not something expensive. My brother used this thing. When you wear it, your memory and concentration will improve. This thing is specially used for reciting spells. It doesn't need Activate the spell, but keep it in the sun for at least 15 minutes every day.

Also, I'll help you find that African country, Wakanda, with Tobil.

Ron patted Eric on the shoulder, and he said:

I'm a wizard, don't worry about this problem anymore, I will definitely find it for you.

On the other side, in Harry's room, Merlin is helping Harry pack his suitcase. Because he bought a lot of things these days, Harry's original magic handbag couldn't fit these things, so Merlin prepared two oversized boxes for him and packed them all in.

Harry was in a bad mood, because tomorrow he was going back to the Dursleys' house at number four Privet Drive.

Given the choice, he would be reluctant to face his unlovable uncle and aunt.

But Harry has to go back. It is said that Harry's wizard mother released some kind of protective magic to his sister's house before she was alive. It is a very mysterious magic. As long as Harry stays in that house, he will not be killed by Death Eaters. They found, and will not be harmed by them.

Listen, I'll give you a letter and give it to your uncle when you get home.

Merlin sat on the edge of the bed, wiped his eyes, and said to the sullen Harry:

That warning letter with the official seal will make your life a little bit happier in the next few years. In fact, for people like Mr. Dursley, the pressure from the real world is more important than the mysterious magic. it works.

He patted Harry on the shoulder and whispered:

Trust me, it's not that hard.

Maybe, I can move out.

Harry looked up and said to Merlin:

Just like you, rent a house outside

Don't think about it, kid!

Merlin curled up his fingers and slapped Harry hard on the head. He said seriously:

If your head of wizards and those you trust tell you that your home is the safest place, then you must go back there! I don't know how terrible Voldemort is, but if those great wizards think that he is a threat, then you have to take it seriously.

Compared with precious life, any bad situation is tolerable, understand?

All right.

Harry shrugged. He was wise enough to make a correct judgment. The thought just now was just a whim.

After packing the box, Harry handed his somewhat old-style magic bag to Merlin, and he said:

Thanks to your care this week, Merlin, I have nothing to give you, just keep this bag.

Merlin looked at the bag in Harry's hand. There was a stag logo on the outside of the bag, which represented the crest of the wizarding family Potter. This must have been left to him by Harry's father.

No, this thing means a lot to you.

Merlin shook his head, patted his pocket, and said:

What's more, I have a magic pocket.

Your one is almost broken, Mr. Merlin.

Harry said:

Alchemy items, like cans, have an expiration date. Your magic pocket has been used for many years, and it may become invalid after a few more uses.

This bag was lost to me by my father, but he left me a lot of things, and it's not bad. Although it holds less things, it's strong and self-repairing, and it's very suitable for an agent like you. .”

Um

Merlin frowned, looked at the bag Harry handed over, and nodded:

Okay then. I'll keep it.

After speaking, he checked the time. The children's flight was 2 hours away, and he was going to pick up Hermione and Ginny at his cousin's house now.

Last night, my cousin heard the news that the children were going back and insisted on letting Hermione and Ginny sleep with her.

But just as Merlin took out his cell phone, a call came suddenly.

It's Hermione's number.

Hey, Hermione, are you packing up? I'll be there in a minute

Merlin! Look at the sky!

Hermione's scream came from the phone, Merlin and Harry raised their heads subconsciously, and saw in the sky of Hell's Kitchen, a green skull emblem dancing under the clouds in the sky, a strange light snake , is winding under the skeleton.

That emblem is so hideous.

Snapped

The coat in Harry's hand fell to the ground, and the child's eyes were full of horror.

It's the Dark Mark. Voldemort

he came