Shadow of the Beautiful World

Albus Dumbledore, this is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also a famous wizard in the wizarding world.

His status in the British wizarding world is detached, almost a symbol.

Merlin met this old wizard once and talked about some important topics to Merlin, but he never expected that that brief meeting would become a farewell.

On the way to Merlin's mansion, Merlin was driving, Bill was in the passenger seat, and his wife was in the back. None of the three spoke, and the atmosphere in the car froze for a moment.

Tell me, Bill, about Dumbledore's death.

Merlin turned the steering wheel, and he asked softly:

I don't have much contact with that great wizard, but I think that a character like him, even if he dies, will not be unknown, right?

He, he died last summer.

Bill replied in a hoarse voice.

There were three hideous scars on the young man's face, and it seemed that his vocal cords were also injured, which was clearly the mark of a serious injury. Sadness and pain shone in his blue eyes, and he said:

He died at Hogwarts, his favorite and his home. A traitor betrayed us and killed him by shooting him from the Astronomy Tower in a despicable way.

He protected his students until his death. His death is a loss to the entire wizarding world.

Um.

Merlin nodded, he didn't know what to say.

It was the Wizarding War that took place in faraway England. During the past three years, Voldemort had completely gained the upper hand because of the inaction of the British Ministry of Magic. He and his crazy followers began to persecute the wizards, which caused the wizards to flee.

They didn't even dare to use the Floo Network, for fear of being tracked down by the increasingly rampant Death Eaters. They even had to pretend to be the Muggles they had always despised, and escaped from their own country in the way of Muggles.

This is an absolute disgrace to those proud wizards.

And Dumbledore's death is just a footnote in this intensified wizard war.

how about you?

Merlin glanced at Bill, and he found that Bill seemed to hate the sun's rays. He sat in the car and raised his hands from time to time to block the direct light in front of his eyes.

Merlin then asked:

I received a magical letter from Mr. Arthur. He told me that you had an accident before you got married. This time you came to the United States to ask for help?

I have nothing to do.

Bill seemed a little anxious, and he said to Merlin:

Compared to being here, I would rather stay in England and fight Voldemort! I want to protect my family.

Bill was bitten by a werewolf.

The beautiful lady sitting in the back row, Bill's new wife, showed a worried expression, and said to Merlin in a voice mixed with a French accent:

Voldemort and his Death Eaters captured the Ministry of Magic, and now there is no safe place in the whole of Britain. My father was worried about Bill's situation, so he asked him to come to the United States to seek help and treatment from the doctors of the Magic Congress.

Fleur! I'm fine!

Bill shouted angrily:

Don't treat me like a patient.

You should calm down!

Fleur, his wife, looked calmer in the face of Bill's angry yelling, saying:

Whether you are a patient or not depends on the doctor. This battle will last for a long time, and it will not be too late to go back after you fully recover!

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Bill became more and more agitated because of his wife's rebuttal, his eyes were a little red, and just as he made a sound again, Merlin who was driving pulled out his wand, and threw a sleeping spell on Bill.

The latter tilted his head, leaned against the passenger seat, and began to sleep soundly.

He was bitten by a werewolf?

Merlin asked in a serious tone:

Was the werewolf bitten before the lycanthropy, or after the lycanthropy?

Before Beastization.

Furong didn't blame Merlin, she looked at her husband worriedly and full of concern, she said:

We know Bill hasn't turned into a werewolf, but he has been very irritable lately and likes to eat very tender steaks, which worries my father and me.

Well, I will send you to the Magic Congress.

Merlin says:

Maybe he was under too much pressure. I just heard you say that Voldemort captured the Ministry of Magic? In other words, the British wizarding world is now in complete chaos?

It's worse than you think.

Fleur said:

The Death Eaters began to openly search for Mudbloods, and they made no secret of their hostility towards Muggles. Since the Ministry of Magic was breached last year, more than 200 people have died in the murders of Death Eaters. There are also many wizards. They also disappeared mysteriously. Everyone suspects that they were murdered by those bastards. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still fighting, but the Death Eaters have already taken the absolute advantage.

Where's Harry? And Hermione and Ron.

Merlin asked again:

These guys haven't written to me for weeks and it makes me a little concerned about their situation.

Harry and the others are looking for some important treasures against Voldemort according to the message left by Dumbledore before his death.

Furong said somewhat vaguely:

They are safe now, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​protecting them.

Really? I don't feel they're safe. You need help. There's no question about that.

Merlin's expression became serious, and he said:

Judging from the current situation, after Dumbledore's death, it is no longer enough to rely on you to fight alone. If you need it, the European branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. is happy to help, provided that you share your knowledge with us. information now available.

Let Muggles intervene in wizarding wars?

Furong was born in a family of pure-blood wizards. When she heard Merlin's proposal, her eyes widened in surprise. She said:

This is impossible, you are letting your companions die again.

My companions may not be able to deal with dark wizards like Voldemort, but it is not a big problem to deal with some ordinary Death Eaters. You should take some time to visit the Magic Congress in New York. Our cooperation with the Magic Congress has already begun. Effectiveness.

Merlin said softly:

Your era of isolation should be over, girl, it is very inappropriate to give up the last reinforcements like this.

He glanced at Fleur in the side mirror and said:

But it doesn't matter, you and your husband will be treated in New York with peace of mind. I will contact your father Arthur directly for these matters.

Merlin is only 6 years older than Fu Rong, but the cold aura he exudes reminds Fu Rong of the majestic professors she met at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. After Merlin stopped talking, Fu Rong also stopped talking. thought.

They will be saluted at Merlin's home, and then sent to the Magic Congress, where Bill will be treated by doctors until he recovers.

And Merlin also took this opportunity to chat with Chairman Samuel about the wizarding war in England.

Chairman Samuel is very saddened by the fall of the British wizarding world, but the cooperation between the Magic Congress and sl.d. To throw away all your magical powers and go to England to aid in the war effort is without a doubt declaring that all the efforts of the past 3 years have been wasted.

Not only the members of the Magic Congress will not allow this to happen, even Nick Fury will not allow the Magic Congress to give up halfway.

With Voldemort already on the rise, sending some Aurors to England will not help at all. The story has been completely muddied.

Chairman Samuel said to Merlin:

Either the organization of the British wizarding community will be overthrown, or the wizarding war will spread, and the Ministry of Magic in Germany and France will not sit still. Generally speaking, the current situation is not so anxious that we need our help across the ocean. .”

You have to know, wizards in Europe don't really like other people to dictate to them.

Stupid prejudice.

Merlin commented, he said to Chairman Samuel:

Then we'll wait and see. I'll report this to Director Fury. If he thinks he should intervene, then our agents in Europe will join the war. I don't care how Voldemort tortures wizards, but he's already started. Ordinary people have been harmed. You have to understand, Your Excellency Samuel, that protecting the innocent is the most important responsibility of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I can understand.

The old wizard sent Merlin to the fireplace at the entrance of the Floo Network. He leaned on his cane and said to Merlin:

If Commissioner Fury makes his final decision, I'll send some Aurors with you.

Well, thank you.

Merlin smiled at the old wizard. He took out a handful of green powder from his pocket and sprinkled it towards the burning fireplace. In the flash of green fire, Merlin waved to the old wizard, then turned and walked into the flames .

The next moment, amidst the familiar spinning, Merlin appeared in front of his fireplace.

After cooperating with the Magic Congress, Merlin connected his fireplace to the Floo network so that he could receive help requests and information sharing from the Aurors of the Magic Congress as quickly as possible.

But before he could catch his breath, a strange wave of magic appeared in the living room of the room.

Merlin pulled out his wand, raised his head, and saw a group of people lying on their backs in his living room in a posture of stacking arhats under the effect of the transfiguration spell.

The combined weight of these several people directly crushed the wooden table in the living room, causing the poor table to make a loud breaking noise.

Harry? Hermione?

Merlin looked at the distressed people, he saw several familiar children, and he even found an old acquaintance among them:

Master Ollivander? What's going on with you?

Merlin!

The moment the weak Hermione saw Merlin, tears flowed from her eyes, she threw herself into Merlin's arms, and hugged Merlin tightly.

All the grievances and pains I have suffered in the past six months, the kind of despair that children cannot bear, at this moment when they are close to someone who can be relied on, they will roll out like a tide.

It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, kid, it's okay.

Merlin didn't know what was going on, but judging from the discomfiture of the children and the wandmaker Ollivander, they must have experienced something very bad.

Merlin stroked Hermione's hair as he comforted the distressed girl.

His nose moved, he smelled blood, he grabbed Hermione's wrist, and on this girl's arm, someone cut a bloody wound with some kind of sharp weapon.

That's one line.

mudblood

Merlin's expression turned cold at this moment, like the cold winter wind that dissipates all the sunlight.

Who did it?

He squatted down, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and helped Hermione stop the bleeding. He looked at Hermione and asked in a creepy, calm voice:

Is it Voldemort? Is he hurting you?

No, a madman.

Hermione wanted to stop crying, but seeing Merlin's eyes, she couldn't stop her tears. She cried and said to Merlin:

I used the Oblivion Curse on my parents, I made them forget me, that's the only way to protect them

More than!

Just as Hermione was speaking, behind Merlin, Harry let out a scream.

Merlin turned his head and saw Harry holding a weird goblin. The goblin was wearing a ragged robe, worn leather boots, and a dagger stuck in his chest.

Harry held it, frantically trying to pull the dagger out.

Don't touch it!

Merlin stopped sharply:

You pull it out now, and that goblin will die immediately!

Then what should I do?

Harry, whose face was full of stains, looked at Merlin in despair, and he said in a crying begging tone:

Please, Mr. Merlin, save Dobby, he saved us from the impasse.

Okay, get out of the way.

Merlin stood up, took off his coat, and handed it to Hermione. He reached out and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves, and said to Ron and another girl who were standing blankly aside:

Ron, bring the table here! Hermione, go to my basement and get the healing potion and sutures, so the poor goblin can live a few more minutes. Master Ollivander, please go to the second drawer in the kitchen. Sterilize the scalpel! Harry, put the goblin on the table, and move gently, its life is as faint as a candle in the wind.

Merlin unbuttoned the first button on his neck again. He stretched his fingers and said to Harry:

I'll operate on it but don't get your hopes up, Harry.

Although I have rich theoretical experience, this is the first time I have actually operated on a human being, and the object of the operation is still a goblin that I am not familiar with.

Whether it is dead or alive depends on its luck.