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Chapter 234, Section 233: Dumbledore! Wise and Brave!
Chapter 234, Section 233: Dumbledore! Wise and Brave!
The dormitory room, which Merlin had cleaned thoroughly, didn't smell strange at all.
but.
Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel, however, still hesitated to approach—having witnessed the utterly disgusting scene, they felt a certain degree of resistance.
"What do you think of this fighting style, Albus?" Nicolas Flamel broke the silence, his voice deep and gentle, with a hint of French accent.
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Dumbledore didn't answer immediately, but sighed slightly, his gaze still fixed on Ian's figure standing at the front door not far away.
"That's hard to say, Nick."
"Ian's fighting style... truly exceeded my expectations. His magic is not only powerful, but also... full of uncertainty. Moreover, his way of thinking is completely different from ordinary people; one could even say that his very existence is an 'anomaly.'" Dumbledore was not merely offering a subtle assessment of the methods Ian used against Merlin.
Simultaneously.
His exceptional insight also made him realize just how much magical power was hidden behind Ian's absurd methods—a power that most wizards could hardly imagine.
In terms of insight, Nick Flamel was not much weaker than Dumbledore.
“You’re right, Albus.” Nicolas Flamel nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yes, his magic…it even reminds me of those ancient alchemical legends.”
"His Transfiguration has broken through conventional boundaries, even venturing into areas we've never imagined." He paused, a hint of doubt in his voice.
As a shrewd man who has lived for over six hundred years, Nicolas Flamel said, "He seems to have some kind of special influence on Merlin... I'm not just saying that Merlin would do such disgusting things, but that Merlin seems to have some kind of special complex about him."
"It is precisely because of this plot... that Merlin..." Nick Flamel did not finish his sentence, but Albus Dumbledore clearly understood his meaning.
It's simply the reason why he's been holding his pee for two thousand years. This situation is definitely not something that could be explained by a single encounter or sparring session, which would lead Merlin to make such an absurd decision.
In this regard.
Dumbledore shared the same view, but he didn't want to delve too deeply into it. Dumbledore nodded slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"No matter what, Ian is still a child..." His tone carried a hint of helplessness and tolerance. The old headmaster of Hogwarts was never bad when it came to protecting his own.
This characteristic is even more pronounced in Ian.
no way.
Who told him to have a weakness that Ian had?
In this regard.
Nick Flamel didn't sense anything amiss and even agreed, saying, "He is perhaps the most gifted student in the history of Hogwarts."
"He's still a child, so some outrageous behavior is inevitable. Besides, such talent and creativity might be the essential qualities for becoming a great alchemist."
Nick Flamel smiled slightly, his tone full of favoritism towards Ian. What can you do? Who doesn't like outstanding students? Even setting aside the special qualities he had glimpsed in the young wizard, just the fact that the young wizard's magic today made him feel that something special was enough for him to overlook any shortcomings in Ian.
after all.
That's the fantasy that every alchemist craves...
……
The two old wizards are talking.
On the other side, Ian was standing in front of Merlin, tapping his palm lightly with his wand as he complained, "I never realized you were such an old monster."
Upon hearing this...
Merlin rolled his eyes.
He wanted to ask who the real old monster was, but ultimately he swallowed the question back.
"My Confusion Charm can't affect you, so you should have guessed it a long time ago, shouldn't you?" Merlin then said calmly, with a hint of questioning Ian's intelligence.
The little wizard rolled his eyes.
"It's also my fault for not having enough imagination; I didn't expect a wizard to live for so many years." Ian said, raising his wand and gently waving it in the air. A silver light immediately emerged from the tip of the wand, flickering like threads and slowly condensing into letters in the air.
It is the English spelling of "Lirem".
[N, I, L, R, E, M]
The letters swayed and danced in the air, and as Ian tapped his wand again, their order changed.
【MERLIN】
This is exactly how Merlin's name is spelled in English.
"This name-changing trick is really interesting. I can only say that you are the real Voldemort." Ian found it hard to comment on such a familiar name-sorting method.
He couldn't help but make a heartfelt complaint.
"Oh."
Merlin simply smiled slightly, offering no further response, but his gaze towards Ian was somewhat strange, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated to speak.
"What do I have to do for you to take back the virus that contaminated my body?" Compared to other things, Merlin's biggest concern at this moment was, of course, his own health.
The past is too painful to recall.
He truly didn't want to become a source of plague again. Thinking of his past experiences, Merlin couldn't help but continue casting various modified purification spells upon himself.
however.
He himself could sense that the effect was not significant.
"Grand Master, grant me one request, and we'll call it a day. You won't have to worry about getting cauliflower all over your body." Ian raised an eyebrow and spoke decisively.
Merlin paused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of wariness in his eyes.
"What are your requirements?"
He asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with wariness.
Ian looked at Merlin and understood that his wariness was not only because of their encounter two thousand years ago, but also because Merlin suspected that he was the legendary "Raven".
And this is the mystery Ian wants to unravel.
"I need to know everything you know about 'Raven'." Ian stared into Merlin's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately, with a strange intuition.
It is very important to understand your relationship with the raven.
"Is that so..." Merlin was taken aback when he heard the request. Then, the wariness on his face eased slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ian with a thoughtful gaze.
"It seems you really don't know anything."
Merlin seemed to be deep in thought.
Just as the little wizard was about to ask a question...
"Alright! Let's sign the contract." Merlin suddenly suggested, his eyes still showing wariness and his tone carrying a hint of caution.
"Hmm? Who at Hogwarts doesn't know I'm a gentleman? You're wary of a gentleman? I'm not the kind of person who breaks his promises." Ian felt that Merlin had some misunderstanding about him.
In this regard.
Merlin simply responded with a chuckle.
"I was the one who got scammed because I was careless when I signed the contract last time, not you." Ian was also helpless, he actually encountered a guy who was even more obsessed with contracts than he was.
"Um."
Merlin smiled without saying a word.
Instead of casting a contract spell, he took out an ancient parchment from his robe and began writing the contents of the contract on it in the most ancient way.
This move can only be described as a truly prudent one.
Merlin examined the contract even more meticulously and carefully than when he first signed it with Ian, as if afraid that Ian would use the contract to create a trap. After the parchment was written, he even checked it several times to see if there were any loopholes that could be exploited.
"..."
Ian wasn't guilty at all.
I just inexplicably felt like I was being held hostage.
"You're really careful." Ian looked at Merlin's actions and couldn't help but feel speechless. He really didn't know what kind of image he had in Merlin's mind.
Merlin didn't answer, but continued to carefully examine the contents of the contract. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction and handed the parchment to Ian. Ian took the parchment, read it carefully, and after confirming there were no problems, he signed his name on it. Thus, the ancient contract came into effect.
"Such contracts are no longer seen." Ian felt the binding force of the contract, the constraint of some kind of deity. It was indeed impossible for a similar contract to be made in this era.
"You should learn how generous I am. I'm even willing to treat you first and then pay you. You're still wary of someone as trustworthy as me?" Ian said, waving his wand.
next moment.
The magical toxins in Merlin's body vanished instantly.
"Um?"
Merlin felt the magic that had been troubling him dissipate instantly—the various toxins Ian had previously inflicted were actually viruses and bacteria created by Ian's magic through a long-lasting transformation spell. This was why Merlin found it difficult to remove them, as Ian's magic was far more unique than that of ordinary legends.
"You..." Merlin raised his head in disbelief, feeling the way the virus in his body disappeared. His gaze toward the little wizard became very strange—it seemed that only now did this wizard king realize that the stubborn ailment that had plagued him for so long was actually the result of the Transfiguration spell.
Well, it's not that Merlin has poor discernment; it's that he genuinely never thought about it in that way. After all, the more you know, the more limited you become by your knowledge.
Who could have imagined that viruses and plagues could be created through shapeshifting? This is not just breaking the rules of shapeshifting, but entering a realm that even mortals and gods find difficult to penetrate!
How could Merlin possibly think in that direction?
He stared at Ian with a flickering gaze, wanting to say something, but seemed to be somewhat wary of something, and couldn't bring himself to say it. In the end, he just gave Ian a meaningful look.
"Your goals seem even more ambitious than I thought."
His tone carried a hint of emotion.
"About the ravens?"
This was still Ian's biggest concern.
"Wait a minute."
Merlin shook his head
"Trying to renege on your debt?"
The little wizard's eyes turned hostile.
"Of course not."
Merlin glanced warily at the wand in the little wizard's hand. He didn't want to experience any more of Ian's whimsical magic, so he sighed and quickly explained.
"Let me deal with a potential problem first." With that, Merlin walked towards the dormitory entrance. "You know, there's a reason I've been hiding my identity."
His voice carried a hint of melancholy.
"I thought you were into this kind of thing... a complete pervert." Ian's mouth was still as sharp as ever, leaving Merlin speechless for a moment. He could only walk outside in silence.
His gaze fell on Dumbledore and Nicolas Lemaître in the corridor not far away.
"I'm sorry, this is for everyone's safety."
Merlin spoke abruptly, his tone sincere and apologetic. Before he could act, Dumbledore sensed something, his gaze instantly sharpening.
"Merlin, what do you want to do?" Dumbledore hissed, his Elder Wand instantly pointing at Merlin. His eyes held a hint of wariness and suspicion.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you're quite alert." Merlin maintained the body of a child, but at this moment, this body was exuding an extremely strong pressure.
Nick Flamel immediately pulled out his wand and stood side by side with Dumbledore.
Merlin gently rubbed his hands together.
And the next moment.
Dumbledore, however, was the first to unleash his magic—taking the initiative against the Wizarding King was no easy task, but Gryffindor's finest graduates were never short of courage.
All I saw was...
A beam of red light shot towards Merlin in an instant.
Wherever the beam of light passed, the air was scorched and slightly distorted. Facing a legend from two thousand years ago, Dumbledore dared not be careless, while Nicolas Flamel cast a defensive spell for him.
The two worked together very well.
Merlin simply chuckled at this.
He remained calm and raised his hand gently, flicking his fingertips slightly. The golden light froze in mid-air, as if bound by an invisible force.
"Not bad magic, but it's not enough."
Merlin said in a low voice, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"It's not over yet." Dumbledore's eyes remained calm as he waved his wand once more. This time, the magic he unleashed was even more complex. The stone slabs on the ground began to tremble violently, and countless vines sprouted from the cracks, like green pythons, baring their fangs and claws as they coiled around Merlin.
In this regard.
Merlin did not flinch.
He stood there, still being approached by the vines.
The Wizard King didn't seem to make any move. Just as the vines were about to touch him, they began to wither rapidly and turned into a pile of rotten remains.
Unlike his previous battle with Ian, Merlin now no longer needs to use hand seals. Two thousand years of progress have clearly brought his strength to an unimaginable level.
Just at this time.
"The magic wand is powerful."
Merlin suddenly raised a hand, seemingly trying to seize control of the Elder Wand from Dumbledore—seeing that the Elder Wand was responding, Dumbledore only showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Dumbledore's magic began to surge like a turbulent sea, engaging in a struggle with Merlin. The two forces of magic were secretly vying for power, yet their momentum was as overwhelming as a landslide or tsunami.
A low rumble echoed through the corridor.
Feeling his own weakness in the face of two terrifying magical forces, Nick Flamel reluctantly withdrew from the battle. He then went to deal with the young wizards who had poked their heads out to see what was happening outside after hearing the commotion.
He used a full set of sleeping spells and then moved back to his dormitory. The alchemy master was very skilled at this, making it hard not to suspect that he might have been involved in the slave trade or something similar.
The battle continues.
"The legend obtained by slaying the dragon... it can actually have such magic... Headmaster Dumbledore, looking at history, you are definitely one of the most outstanding geniuses."
Merlin's expression was noticeably more relaxed than Dumbledore's, who was looking somber.
All I saw was...
He clenched his fist tightly.
The Elder Wand flew into his hand due to an uncontrollable force.
"Unfortunately, even though I am now crippled, I am still ranked higher than you." Merlin looked down at the Elder Wand in his hand, and he could feel that the Elder Wand was not yielding to him.
however.
This did not prevent him from raising the Elder Wand, intending to cast a spell. From beginning to end, and at this very moment, he seemed truly preparing to cast his first spell.
In this regard.
Dumbledore did not feel frustrated.
He looked at the Elder Wand in Merlin's hand as if he realized something.
"Without the Elder Wand, you can't cast more complex spells?" Dumbledore asked abruptly, his hands hanging down, as Merlin threatened to attack.
next moment.
Merlin's movements stiffened slightly.
"I'm hiding, concealing myself... As for why, you'll know the reason... but not now." Merlin raised his wand, intending to cast a forgetting spell.
but.
Dumbledore and Nick Flamel seemed quite calm at the sight. Merlin saw Dumbledore move his lips but make no sound, yet the next moment his eyelids twitched wildly.
"not good!"
Merlin was greatly alarmed.
He turned around abruptly as a chill ran down his neck.
It catches the eye.
They shoved a Gatling gun straight into his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Ririm, but this is all for our school—our headmaster saved us from a crisis! I can't even imagine how many points this will earn Ravenclaw!"
The little wizard used his Gatling gun magic to pin Merlin to the ground.
immediately.
While Merlin was struggling, he was repeatedly hitting Merlin's head with the barrel of a Gatling gun while looking up excitedly at Dumbledore not far away.
"Do you really have a way to grow to 1.9 meters tall without magic? Tell me more, tell me more." Clearly, Dumbledore, who had just moved his lips slightly, was relaying a message to Ian.
Facing an opponent that is unlikely to be defeated.
The old headmaster chose a leadership approach—he grasped Merlin's desire, which is perhaps the difference between a Gryffindor strategist and a mere brute.
(End of this chapter)