Shadow of the Beautiful World

Outside Merlin's room, the morning sun was already bright. It shone through the window into the house, casting Dobby's slender figure on the ground as an elongated and distorted shadow.

Dobby, who signed the contract, took the dollar bill from Merlin with some trepidation at this moment, and said timidly:

But Mr. Merlin, er, no, sir! We house-elves are not allowed to carry wands. This has been passed down from thousands of years ago.

I said so, Dobby!

Merlin increased his tone, and he emphasized impatiently:

You are now an official advisor to sdold, and you work for me, for an official state agency! When you go out on missions, you represent not only yourself, but the dignity and image of the organization. I cannot allow my subordinates to just wear Pillowcases and old boots out to fight the forces of evil it's a shame!

Also, before entering the Secret Service Academy, I want to emphasize one thing to you!

Merlin squatted down, his eyes were level with Dobby's, he looked into Dobby's big eyes, and he said word by word:

Throw away all the habits you have developed in the wizarding world. You are a secret agent. Although only a consultant, I need you to be an agent! Do you know what an agent is?

Dobby shook his head, obviously not knowing.

You can understand it as an elite Auror.

Merlin changed the way Dobby could understand, and he said to the house elf in front of him:

It is impossible for an elite Auror not to wear a magic wand. After you officially enter the job, you will also have a specially customized new weapon. You must learn to adapt to the weapon in your hand. This is the basis of becoming an agent! Do you understand?

Dobby works for Mr. Merlin. This is what Mr. Merlin asked, so Dobby must do it.

The house elf murmured a few words to himself, then raised his head and said to Merlin:

Yes, sir! Dobby will do it as quickly as possible.

very good.

Merlin reached out and patted Dobby on the shoulder, and he said softly:

After you graduate from the Secret Service Academy, I will give you a second task, which is equivalent to your entry assessment.

But now, I can reveal a little bit, so that you can be mentally prepared

Your second mission is related to Voldemort.

Voldemort?

When Dobby heard the name, his body trembled. Obviously, he was very afraid of the dead Dark Lord. There was an undisguised fear in its green eyes.

It tremblingly said to Merlin:

Sir, Dobby doesn't understand why you focus on Voldemort. He is dead and the evil he represents has dissipated. Voldemort was a very evil and evil wizard. He not only killed wizards, but also killed There have been many house-elves, and many of Dobby's elders have died at the hands of the Death Eaters.

Faced with Dobby's doubts, Merlin had expected it.

He turned around, looking at the sunshine covering the city, he asked softly:

Dobby, have you ever fought a magical creature?

Well, when little Malfoy sneaked out to play when he was a child, he was besieged by a few lemurs. It was Dobby who used the Flashing Curse to scare those lemurs away.

Dobby replied, Merlin nodded, and he asked again:

Then why did you use the Flash Charm instead of other spells?

This question is a bit inexplicable, but Dobby still answered:

Because lemurs are afraid of light, as long as there is a ray of light, it is enough to drive them back into the darkness.

Well, you know lemures are afraid of light, so you can frighten them off with a flash spell.

Merlin turned around, he looked at Dobby:

This is the power of knowledge. Your victory comes from your understanding of lemures, but Dobby, do we really know enough about Voldemort now? Is the knowledge we have really enough to fight against Voldemort? You too Survivors of the wizarding wars, would Harry have really defeated Voldemort if it hadn't been for the Elder Wand's betrayal?

Dobby was so questioned that he couldn't speak.

Although the wizarding world has always won the traditional Hogwarts final battle, Dobby did help the wizards fight the Death Eaters with the Hogwarts elves that day, and he knew the battle process of that day very well.

Frankly speaking, even a house elf like Dobby thinks that Mr. Harry had too much luck in defeating Voldemort.

If one of those lucky factors is missing, Mr. Harry will die tragically on the spot.

Before Voldemort appeared, there was the Dark Lord Grindelwald, and before Grindelwald, there was the goblin rebellion, and in an earlier era, there were dark wizards like the despicable Helbo, Dobby, this is a cycle .”

Merlin sat back on the chair, and he said to the ignorant house elf in a calm and pessimistic voice:

Wizards think that their intelligence and power are higher than Muggles, but their way of thinking is no different from Muggles. They are afraid of death and make Deathly Hallows, and they invent Horcruxes under the threat of death, because of various The reason is to flaunt their own blood, and even launch a cleansing war.

There are people like this in every era, without exception. No matter in the history of Muggles or wizards, there is no shortage of such ambitious people. Among them, Voldemort's level of evil even ranks in the top ten. Don't go in but do we really know them? If we don't know them enough, wait until the next Voldemort appears

Merlin looked at Dobby, and he said softly:

How do we defeat them? Do we have to wait for the next Harry to appear?

House-elves aren't stupid, they just lack sense. After Merlin explained his thoughts to Dobby, the house elf quickly understood what Merlin meant.

It said to Merlin:

So, Chief Merlin is worried about the threat similar to Voldemort that will appear in the future, so the chief needs Dobby to collect information on Voldemort so that he can make a targeted response plan. It's like wizards learn knowledge to master Knowing the weaknesses of all kinds of magical creatures is the right thing to do!

Although the house elf was still a little scared, he raised his head and said to Merlin:

Dobby is willing to do it!

Yes, we're doing the right thing, Dobby.

Merlin encouraged:

And don't be too scared, I don't need you to go face to face with those dangerous Death Eaters, I just need you to collect some information left by Voldemort, his notes, his personal items, etc. through various channels. We need Summarize the ideas and sources of power of these dangerous black wizards, their spells, their modes of action, etc., and then formulate strategies, and even print them as teaching materials, so that more people can see and know How to deal with them!

Dobby knows!

The house elf immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't need to fight, but only needed to collect information.

Merlin explained a few more things to it, and then let Dobby leave.

Merlin gave him a week to pack his things. Although the house elves were inconspicuous, they also had their own small circle of friends, and Dobby had quite a few friends. For example, its companion Winky, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and other little wizards, as well as Headmaster McGonagall of Hogwarts College, etc., are all its friends.

Considering Dobby's departure, it is estimated that there will not be much leisure time in at least 5 years, so Merlin was very generous and gave Dobby enough time to say goodbye to his friends.

After a week, it will return to New York with Merlin on the S.H.I.E.L.D. corporate jet.

At that time, it happened to be the day when the new batch of students of the secret service academy entered school.

Of course, Merlin also has his own things to do. For him, a week is actually not very plentiful.

At noon, after lunch, Merlin stood at the entrance of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds holding a bouquet of flowers.

He came to see Agent John Gartler, who was recuperating here, that old cowboy-like agent was one of Merlin's few good friends.

It is worth mentioning that the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, which is well-known among wizards all over the world, is located in the building of the Clearing Department Store in London, England.

This is not a downtown area, but it is also in the urban area of ​​London. It is as wonderful as the Ministry of Magic hidden under London's telephone booths.

The Magic Capitol Building in New York is also in the downtown area, which makes Merlin sigh with emotion. Wizards try their best to hide themselves, but in this era, even though they are unwilling, they still have to compete with the rapidly developing Muggle civilization. Let's share this world together.

Even, they have already fallen from the once strong position to the current disadvantaged group.

Mr. Arthur said that once the wizarding world and the Muggle world start to communicate, within ten years, the ancient traditions maintained by the wizarding group may completely fall apart.

You are not much nobler than us.

Merlin smiled, and he said something to himself, then walked to the entrance of the old-fashioned red brick department store.

Ordinary Muggles can only see the sign Closed for renovation hanging on the gate. But Merlin could see more. He walked to the window and said to an ugly, weird, and somewhat creepy doll:

I'm here to visit the patient in Area A, John Gartler, I'm his friend, and my name is Merlin.

The scary doll's eyes rolled over, and it glanced at Merlin, as if to confirm Merlin's identity. After a while, it nodded slightly, and then waved its connected fingers. With the dancing of the fingers, Merlin The thick glass in front of him quickly rippled with a weird halo.

Merlin took a step forward, and his whole body merged into the squirming glass. The next moment, he came to a hall full of people.

On the wall in front of him was a crossed pattern of a bone and a magic wand. Below the pattern, the word stungos was written in golden letters, which was the logo of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

This magic hospital was established at the end of the sixteenth century, and it has a history of nearly 1000 years.

In Merlin's eyes, the hall in front of him was filled with patients in various costumes, many wizards, many squibs, and very few Muggles.

The medical staff are busy, and everyone is talking about it, which makes it look very noisy.

In fact, if you ignore the strange costumes of the patients, it looks like a hospital in the Muggle world.

Merlin followed the signs and followed the flow of people, and soon found Gartler in the ward of the biological injury department on the second floor.

When Merlin walked into the ward, the old cowboy was throwing a tantrum, as if Gartler hadn't slept well all night because of the chatter of the old vampire in the bed next to him.

The two of them seemed to be arguing. In fact, if it wasn't for the bandages on Gatler's body, the old cowboy would have rushed to beat up the old vampire alchemist who was burned by the lava worm.

Yo, Gartler, my old friend.

Merlin waved the flowers in his hand, he leaned against the wall, and said to the angry Gartler:

You look good, I can hear your scolding through the wall.

Merlin wasn't flattering Gartler. In fact, in his eyes now, Gartler's slightly weird life force had become much thicker. Since then, the old cowboy's injured organs have begun to regenerate.

The metal life support has not been removed, but according to the current situation, maybe in a few months, Gartler will be able to completely get rid of the damn metal life support, and truly regain hope and health.

Ha, Merlin!

Lying on the bed, unable to move, Gartler stretched out his hand with difficulty, and said to Merlin:

You guy, you're finally here. I'm still thinking, when will you remember me as an old man.

old?

Merlin smiled. He stepped forward and sat by Gartler's hospital bed. He said:

You are only 44 years old

Shh, don't be so loud!

Gartler interrupted Merlin's voice. He glanced at a beautiful lady who was patrolling around the hospital bed. He lowered his voice and said:

I told Liv that I was only 6 years old, let alone revealing my secrets, after I recovered from my illness, I still planned to pursue her.

Liv?

Merlin didn't understand why he turned his head to look at the beautiful female therapist with a perfect figure. After a while, he looked back at Gartler, and said with a strange expression:

You're chasing a mixed Veela? Are you kidding me?

I'm not kidding.

Gartler said solemnly:

I've already figured out how to give gifts. Speaking of which, why do you have time to come here? Now is not a good time to take a vacation.

Furry gave me time off.

Merlin says:

I caused a little conflict with the Department of Defense in California.

Oh, avoid disaster.

As expected of an old agent, Gartler immediately guessed what happened to Merlin. He said to Merlin:

Furry is really kind to you. Back then, we old agents had to take care of everything we encountered. But you are really good enough. Whenever you participate in things, there will be earth-shattering troubles in the end. I still remember, That dragon you made in New York. Tsk tsk, you're a natural troublemaker.

I don't want to either.

Merlin sighed, he didn't want to talk about this issue, so he turned to Gatler, he looked at the spirit pattern bandage wrapped around Gatler's body, and said:

How does it feel? How does it feel when you are healed by a magical healer?

Well, it's hard to say.

Gartler frowned and replied:

I can't see the light of those magics, so in my opinion, those healers are like a group of magic sticks, using various potions to destroy me but the effect is good.

He stopped, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said:

To be honest, Merlin, I never thought about it myself. I thought that this nightmare, which I couldn't get rid of all my life, would see hope again in this way. This is all thanks to your luck.

The old cowboy paused, and he sighed:

well

It would have been better if I had known you a few years earlier.

Don't think too much, Gartler, take a good rest.

Merlin said to his friend:

The wizards will heal you once and for all.

No, Merlin, you didn't understand me.

Garrett closed his eyes, and he said in a sleepy voice:

Some roads, once gone

There is no turning back.