The Old Ones of Hogwarts

Chapter 222, Section 221: Family Tree! See you after the New Year!

Chapter 222, Section 221: Family Tree! See you a thousand years later!

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the grass, surrounded by lush ancient trees. Their thick trunks seemed to be guardians of time, silently witnessing the changing world.

Merlin's fist whistled through the air with remarkable clarity, striking the young wizard directly in the face before the wizard could even react.

to be frank.

Ian was completely caught off guard by Merlin's sudden attack. By the time he realized Merlin was about to strike, the fist was already right in front of him, and he had no time to react.

All I saw was...

As the soft flesh of Ian's cheek rippled, half of his face instantly caved in. This powerful and heavy blow seemed to have gathered all the strength in Merlin's body.

"Hiss~"

Say something.

Let alone this life, even including his previous life before transmigrating, Ian had never been slapped in the face before. He felt a dull, ringing sensation in his head. It wasn't just a burning pain on his cheek; Ian involuntarily took a few steps back.

"This punch is for my childhood trauma!" Merlin did throw one punch and then stopped, but his fist was still clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white from the force.

Ok.

Swelling is also gradually appearing.

After all, according to the theory of relativity in unofficial history, the puncher's fist must also withstand the same force. Everyone is a legend, and their physical strength is almost the same.

Therefore.

Merlin's fist was also slightly injured. Of course, it wasn't as swollen as Ian's face. Ian shook his head a couple of times and glared at Merlin angrily.

Without even asking what childhood trauma was, Ian, young and hot-blooded, couldn't stand this inexplicable attack. He rolled up his sleeves and immediately pounced on Merlin beside him.

"This is what you call being traumatized by childhood!"

"You're insane! You're an old man in your fifties, and you have no sportsmanship at all, sneaking up on a twelve-year-old kid like me! Have you no shame?" Ian's fists were actually quite strong.

With its formidable attack power and incredible speed, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the Chaotic Cloak Fist Technique.

His arms moved rapidly, his fists raining down on Merlin. Each punch was accompanied by a whooshing sound, incredibly fast, and the flurry of punches was dazzling.

Holy crap!

Merlin clearly hadn't anticipated Ian's counterattack would be so swift and fierce. He quickly raised his arms to defend himself, but Ian's fists continued to rain down on him.

eye.

nose.

kidney.

And Merlin's groin was horrified—as the saying goes, "A fist fears the young and strong, but a stick fears the old!"

When it comes to wizarding magic, the old man with the wand is certainly cunning and his strength is unknown, but when it comes to wielding a wand, twelve-year-old Ian really showed Merlin what terrifying power truly meant.

The sounds of "bang bang bang" rang out one after another, and Merlin was forced to retreat repeatedly, constantly making "bang" sounds.

The cry of "!" was a reaction to being struck hard on both kidneys at the same time.

"Stop! Stop! Hold on! Hold on!" Merlin shouted indistinctly as he dodged, his voice filled with the bitter resentment of a grudge that had not yet been avenged and had been compounded by a new one. Several bruises had appeared on his face, with traces of blood seeping out. His face was full of pain, his eyes were narrowed to slits, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly from the pain.

It's impossible to pause.

Ian, as if possessed by a master, delivered two more punches straight to Merlin's groin. He was only less than 1.6 meters tall, and he dodged Merlin's counterattacks with incredible agility and slipperiness.

"Stop hitting them! Stop hitting them! You—"

Leonard stood by, dumbfounded. He wanted to step forward to break up the fight, but as soon as he took a step, Ian delivered an unexpected punch to his shoulder.

He was sent flying backwards. If his phoenix hadn't shed a few tears for him, his shoulder would probably have been ruined. This is probably what happens when gods fight and mortals suffer.

Don't underestimate Merlin and Ian just because they are wizards. As legendary wizards, their physical abilities are comparable to those of fierce beasts. Leonard proved with his actions just how powerful a little wizard's punch can be.

"Ouch!"

Even though the phoenix's tears had a significant healing effect, Leonard still winced in pain and gasped for breath. He quickly hugged his phoenix and hid behind a large tree far away.

"What kind of nonsense is this?!"

The young Dumbledore family member trembled slightly. The phoenix seemed quite frightened by the sudden turn of events, its feathers bristling and emitting an uneasy cry. Not far away, Ian was still chasing Merlin's hammer; the young wizard had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

"Now! Who is the champion?"

Ian got more and more carried away as the fight went on.

"Stop it!"

Merlin wasn't unwilling to retaliate.

But Ian's attack speed was simply off the charts. Seeing that Ian had even taken out his gauntlets and put them on, and then poured a potion onto them, the Wizard King's expression changed drastically.

"You didn't just pour shit on my fist, did you?!"

Merlin, disregarding his image, immediately took off running. Even he found it difficult to discern the effects of potions from later generations, or even those created by Ian himself, in a short time. Having recently suffered the trauma of being on the verge of excrement, Merlin dared not gamble on what kind of "enchantment" Ian had imbued his fist with.

He ran.

he chased.

He was clearly in a difficult situation.

"You—you wretched brat! I'm just getting revenge! Do you even know what revenge is?!" Merlin tried to explain, but the little wizard wouldn't listen to any explanation.

"So I'm getting revenge now, isn't that reasonable? This is the second time you've ambushed me today!" Ian chased after him while casting a transformation spell, and barbs began to grow from his gauntlets. Due to the potion he had been given earlier, each barb gleamed with an eerie, deep luster.

"??????"

Merlin glanced back and felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't that he didn't want to unleash a spell in retaliation, but he was terrified that Ian would turn into a raven after he cast his spell.

That thing has extremely strong magic immunity, making it exceptionally unfriendly to wizards.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have acted impulsively!"

Merlin slid to his knees at lightning speed, attempting to apologize, but the young wizard was clearly unforgiving, so he could only grit his teeth.

He unleashed his ultimate move, immediately stopping his escape and reaching into his waist pouch.

next moment.

A huge treasure chest stood between him and Ian, its gems, mithril, and gold shining brightly in the sunlight, having a remarkable effect on Ian.

The young wizard was stopped abruptly by the treasure chest.

"Phew~ thankfully—some things are still the same, nothing has changed." Merlin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ian attracted by the treasure, and immediately pushed the treasure chest toward Ian.

"This is my compensation to you." Merlin covered his swollen face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His speech was also unclear, but he still had no choice but to accept his fate.

His voice was slightly lisping because he was missing a few teeth.

"Huh? Trying to bribe me?"

Although Ian won, he was still somewhat indignant. "If you don't explain what you really mean, I'm ready to fight you from this year to next!"

Despite what he said, he didn't hesitate to put away the treasure chest. However, accepting the benefits didn't mean he had to forgive Merlin.

Tang Niu's inequality can be really useful sometimes. He had already quietly made a separate page for Merlin in his little notebook, preparing to find an opportunity to "settle accounts" properly later.

Merlin gave a wry smile at the young wizard's unfriendly gaze. "The thing I gave you earlier..."

It is an alchemical creation from the true Creator.

"To be precise, it is one of the organs in the work of the 'Alchemist God,' created by the true Creator demonstrating His great power, and only the true Creator can restart it."

"It was through this method that I verified your identity: Medivh, the true creator, and—Raven. You are all the same being!"

Merlin's tone was confident.

"Um?"

Ian frowned upon hearing this. He could perhaps accept the identity of the true creator, but as for the identity of the Raven, he couldn't possibly be himself going back in time to become the Raven again, could he?

There are too many nesting dolls!

"You may not be aware of this yet—but I am quite certain of my judgment; I have found information about a true Creator in many ancient texts."

"You know, how could there be such a coincidence in the world that someone is often depicted as a bird?" Merlin sighed and began to cast a spell to heal his injuries.

"What did you put on your gauntlets?" Even though his injuries were gradually being healed by magic, Merlin was still a little worried. He remembered that Ian's gauntlets had hit him a few times.

"It's nothing, just a bloodline fusion potion from a failed research project. It might cause you to mutate into a fairy? You call them goblins now?"

Ian's response sent a chill down Merlin's spine.

He couldn't help but examine himself several more times in detail. He realized once again the ruthlessness of the little wizard before him; he'd only given this guy a punch, and this guy wanted to change his race?!

"You really are a complete dark wizard!" Merlin couldn't help but retort, while the little wizard remained unconvinced.

He also took out his own mirror to check his injuries.

It's not serious.

Only the left side of his cheek was a little purplish-red.

A little potion was poured on, and her cheeks quickly regained their smoothness. This was from the half-blood prince's potion recipe.

As a healing agent, it may not be as valuable as a beauty agent.

"Good uncle still doesn't know how to make money!" Ian waved the remaining potions around, thinking that since the bottle was already opened, he poured the whole bottle of potions on his face and let them flow down.

It really does have a great cosmetic effect; some of my freckles have disappeared.

"What is this?" Merlin wasn't paying attention to the potion in the little wizard's hand; his attention was drawn to Ian's mirror, the Mirror of Erised he had gotten from Dumbledore. Morgan in the dreamlike realm hadn't accepted it, so the little wizard had kept it by his side as a full-length mirror.

"Such a special alchemical artifact—is it your work, or the work of another master?" Merlin was drawn to the Mirror of Eris. His eyes lit up slightly, and despite the pain on his face, he couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity. He took a few steps forward, wanting to examine this mysterious alchemical artifact.

"Want to study it? Dream on."

Ian realized Merlin's intention and immediately put away the Mirror of Eris with a cold smile, his movements so swift that Merlin didn't even have a chance to touch it.

"Why!"

A hint of speechlessness flashed across Merlin's face.

"There's something hidden in your magic mirror." Perhaps he really does possess a perspective different from ordinary people.

Even after only a few glances, they were able to discover a secret that Ian hadn't noticed.

"What's hidden?"

Ian was a little surprised and looked at Merlin with suspicion. He felt that Merlin was trying to trick him into taking out the magic mirror again. If it were him, he would be the one to trick others in the same way.

"I don't know. I only know that there are hidden spaces inside, and certain things are placed in those spaces." Merlin shrugged, and his words made Ian even more suspicious.

"Then I'll go back and study it myself." The young wizard had no intention of giving Merlin a chance; he hadn't known before.

Now that he knows, he will eventually unravel the secrets of the Mirror of Eris. After all, while he may not be a master alchemist yet, calling him an alchemy expert is certainly not an exaggeration.

"Oh, thank goodness, you guys are finally done fighting." Leonard crawled back in at this moment, looking still shaken. The phoenix in his arms crawled directly into his robe.

Perhaps they were afraid that if Ian got upset, he would hit it too.

"This guy can't beat me in magic, and he's not even as good as me in boxing. He's definitely a defeated opponent. I am the real all-powerful wizard." Ian couldn't help but sigh with a sense of invincibility.

"Forehead--."

Merlin didn't know how to refute it.

Leonard didn't know how to respond, after all, he still had to learn magic from Ian's "Defeat the Defeated," and even with the "Ancestor" in front of him, he couldn't belittle his future teacher.

however.

Leonard tried to remain silent, but the young wizard clearly had no intention of changing the subject.

"Remember, this should be written into the future Dumbledore family genealogy, in large, bold font. Make multiple copies, and ideally, every descendant of the Dumbledore family should be able to memorize this story!"

Ian gave Leonard some serious advice.

"Huh? Why is that?"

Leonard was a little stunned and subconsciously asked a question.

The little wizard blinked.

"How so? Well—I'm of great use, remember that, remember that."

He gave a vague and perfunctory answer.

Seeing the young wizard's appearance, Merlin couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his eyes. Even without thinking,

They could all sense that the little wizard probably didn't have any good intentions.

But what can he do?

"If you can't beat him, you can't beat him." Merlin felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the second time. The last time was when he was a child. Sure enough, this guy in front of him was his natural nemesis.

"Oh, right, give me back that eyeball." The more he thought about it, the more frustrated and upset he became, so he started asking Ian for the alchemical artifact he had given him earlier.

"You're just dreaming."

Ian clutched his pocket tightly. As the saying goes, "what's in your pocket is safe," meaning that anything that falls into his pocket is under his protection and will always be safe.

What?

shameless?

Merlin himself said that it belonged to the true creator, and Merlin even said that he was the true creator.

When Merlin handed the item back to him, wasn't that returning it to its rightful owner?

"If I weren't a cop, I'd definitely give you a big red flower," Ian muttered incessantly.

Merlin felt an even stronger sense of dread surrounding the raven.

"Keep it, keep it, stop bothering me." Merlin, feeling a headache coming on, shook his hand helplessly, no longer wanting to take back the Cyber ​​Eyeball that he had given to Ian.

"Oh, right."

At that moment, Ian suddenly seemed to remember something and abruptly moved behind Merlin.

He stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, and with lightning speed plucked several dozen hairs from Merlin's head.

"Hiss~"

Merlin was in some pain.

"What are you doing?"

He covered the back of his head.

There was a tuft of hair that was visibly missing.

I also have a guess.

Ian looked up.

He gazed into Merlin's familiar eyes.

"Grand Master, see you in over a thousand years."

He carefully put away the Merlin hair in his hand, then suddenly smiled slightly for no apparent reason, turning to look at Leonard, who seemed to have realized something and was filled with shock.

"Mr. Dumbledore, study magic well."

The words fell.

Ian weighed the ancient time converter Merlin had given him, and the next moment he appeared out of the canyon, leaving only Merlin and Leonard behind.

The valley returned to calm, with only a gentle breeze still blowing and the leaves rustling.

"More than a thousand years later?"

Merlin gazed at the spot where Ian had left.

He was taken aback at first.

"Hogwarts—it seems I have failed." Then, the Wizarding King's eyes flickered slightly as he murmured, his tone tinged with regret.

He could always glean hidden information from a few words.

"Teacher, can you live for a thousand years!?"

Leonard's language analysis skills were clearly quite good. He looked at the archmage beside him in disbelief, and at the same time, he secretly changed the way he addressed him to a more intimate one.

"Only a thousand years."

Merlin, however, did not show much emotional reaction to this.

"That guy just now was a real old-timer—" He looked at the young apprentice beside him, his tone tinged with a touch of wistfulness.

"Was he my ancestor?"

Leonard is clearly still holding onto his earlier assumption.

"Who can say for sure? The probability is not small."

Merlin shrugged, his gaze falling on Leonard's phoenix. This species, which transcends life and death, was beyond even his comprehension of its origins; he could only make reasonable guesses.

"Just as I thought!"

Leonard nodded.

He pulled out a notebook and started writing furiously.

"Um?"

Merlin looked over.

I suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

This guy actually started writing the so-called family legacy story, just as Ian had instructed.

Ian had no idea what happened in the Grand Canyon next. He returned to the Morgan family's castle and appeared in the castle corridor in a phantom form.

"Riddle!"

Ian was about to go find Riddle.

suddenly.

He noticed something unusual about his purse. He initially thought Merlin might have left some magic on the metal eyeball, but when he took it out, he found that the problem wasn't the eyeball at all.

"this-"

Ian pulled out a chess piece.

A chess piece symbolizing the king.

It was emitting a light that flickered like a light bulb, and it also vibrated. Ian was quite surprised to find that this thing seemed to resonate with something.

"This way, shall we?"

Ian followed the resonance and went up, only to see the chess piece's light begin to flash more and more frequently, and the vibrations becoming more and more intense. It led Ian to a garden behind the castle.

Under the wine-colored twilight.

A woman was squatting in the garden, pruning the beautiful flowers.

"The Duchess?"

Ian seemed to realize something.

He cast a spell and looked at the woman in the distance. Sure enough, the Duchess was carrying a life in her belly, a life that would become the most legendary and great king of ancient Britain.

"hiss!"

Ian recalled that earlier that day, King Uther, led by Merlin, had come to this place and had intercourse with the Duchess, which truly shocked him!

The Duchess is not only pregnant with King Uther's child!

and!

I even did *that* with King Uther today!

She's pregnant!

This is absolutely amazing!

Even the unofficial histories of the restricted section of Hogwarts wouldn't dare write something like this!