"Merlin, there was a monster just now..."

"Get in the car and talk about it later!"

At the gate of the Abbey of St. Agnes, driving the car, Merlin, who had a serious face, waved to the three children waiting on the side of the road and let them into the car.

He nodded to Father Paul, who was standing on the side of the road with a worried face, and then turned the steering wheel to let the blue nanny car drive towards his home.

Ten minutes later, in the living room of Merlin's mansion, he sat on the sofa with several children, and in front of the children's eyes, the small stone that was haunted by the mist and emitted a pale glow was being pinched by Merlin's hand.

He looked at Harry and Ron, and he asked:

"What is this?"

"It's a Dementor!"

Merlin was answered by Hermione, who explained to Merlin while helping Ginny, who had a fever, to put ice cubes on her forehead:

"That's the British Ministry of Magic's jailer at the Azkaban Magical Prison. It is said that it only exists in Europe itself, and I didn't expect the United States to have it. ”

"No, these are the Dementors of the Ministry of Magic!"

Harry shook his head, denying Hermione's claims.

The young man, looking at the stone that was constantly howling in Merlin's hand, rubbed the scar on his forehead with a little pain, and said:

"I know them... Every time I encounter them, my head hurts. Just like 2 years ago on the train. ”

"Yes, I heard my father say that."

Ron glanced at the stone with a little trepidation, and said with some trepidation:

"My father and mother once said in a conversation that only the British Ministry of Magic had the means to control Dementors, and that they had used these dangerous creatures as pursuers and guardians for hundreds of years."

"That is to say..."

Merlin looked at the cold stone in his hand, and he said cautiously and suspiciously:

"In order to deal with you children, officials from the British Ministry of Magic would drive Dementors across the sea to North America? And at the risk of provoking the Magical Congress of North America, why would they do this? ”

Merlin looked at the children, and he asked seriously:

"Are you carrying something important? Or did you accidentally learn some important secret? ”

"Nope!"

Hermione shook her head, and she said:

"We're all little wizards, and the most precious thing we've ever touched is Nick. Mellor's Philosopher's Stone, but that thing had been destroyed by Dumbledore. We don't know any important secrets. ”

The other three children nodded, thinking that Hermione had a point.

"Maybe it's because of something you've done that angered the Ministry of Magic."

Eric, who sat next to Merlin, as if listening to a story, chimed in:

"Like you made a mistake or offended a big person."

"When I was in Oakland, there was a murder in my neighborhood, and the perpetrator was a gangster from Texas, and the dead guy cheated money on their turf, so they chased him to Oakland and killed him."

The black boy propped his face with the palm of his hand, and he said:

"Although I don't know your true identity, I think what happened to you now is very similar to the unlucky guy at that time."

"No, we're little wizards."

Ginny replied somewhat weakly:

"We've spent all our magical careers at Hogwarts House, and we're not connected to the Ministry of Magic at all."

"That's not right! Wrong! ”

Hermione, who sat on the side in deep thought, frowned, and she remembered in Eric's train of thought, and after a moment, she stood up sharply and said to the others:

"Yes! We've crossed paths with the Ministry of Magic! Just last year, at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric died at the hands of the Mystery, and Harry was the only witness... Remember? After that, the Ministry of Magic sent people to interview each of us, and their attitude was very bad. ”

"Oh, yes!"

Ron also nodded and said:

"There's this. Because Harry and Cedric were sent to another place by the Portkey at the time, there was no second witness, so they slandered that Harry killed Cedric, and they also claimed at the school that the mysterious man was long dead and that he would never return. ”

"They forbade us to discuss it, and my parents said that Minister Fuji was scared and he refused to admit that fact..."

"He was afraid that Dumbledore would use this to challenge his authority."

Ginny whispered:

"The other day, I overheard Mom and Dad talking at night, and they said that Fudge intends to completely ban the news of the return of the mysterious man within the jurisdiction of the entire Ministry of Magic, and he has declared Harry a shameless liar at meetings of the Ministry of Magic more than once, and he also said that he is going to arrest this grandiose liar."

"Kids, kids!"

Merlin stretched out his hand and interrupted the discussion of the children, rubbing his forehead and saying to them:

"I know you've found clues, and that's good. But please take care of us Muggles, okay? Can anyone tell me who the mystery man is? Minister of Magic, Tomigie, I know, it's said to be a very stupid and arrogant guy, but why should he be afraid of this mysterious man? And also... Harry, what have you been through in the last year? ”

Merlin looked at Harry, who was sitting silent, and said:

"Sounds like you're witnessing a murder in the wizarding world? And it all seems to have something to do with it? ”

"The mysterious man's name is Voldemort."

Hermione seemed to be frightened by the name, and she lowered her voice and said to Merlin:

"He was a great demon a dozen years ago, a powerful wizard like a madman, who controlled many wizards with the Imperius Curse, and commanded dark creatures like Dementors and Werewolves. He wreaked havoc in the wizarding world, and we didn't go through those years of suffering, but I heard Mr. Arthur say that Voldemort and his Death Eaters almost turned the order of the wizarding world upside down. ”

"It was a dark time."

Ron recalled his parents' statement, and he said to Merlin:

"It is said that any wizard who dares to resist Voldemort will be doomed, and he will even kill the wizard's entire family, even Muggle relatives, because someone criticizes him."

"Harry's parents and my parents and some other wizards formed the Order of the Phoenix to fight him, and Voldemort himself went to Harry's house to kill Harry's parents, but something very mysterious happened that night..."

Ron glanced at Harry and said:

"Voldemort is dead... Many people say that it was Harry who killed him. But Harry was a baby at the time. ”

"Voldemort... What a terrible name. ”

Merlin shook his head, and he looked at Harry:

"So, that's why you're called a child of Destiny? Harry. ”

"Hmm."

Harry looked up and pointed to the lightning scar on his forehead, and he said to Merlin:

"I lost my parents that night and I had no idea what was going on. But the scar was left to me by Voldemort, and it hurt, and it hurt every time it encountered a creature or event related to him. ”

"Last year, three schools of magic and magic in Europe joined forces to host the Triwizard Tournament, and Cedric and I were both 'warriors' of Hogwarts House, but it was a conspiracy."

Harry painfully recalled the events of the previous semester, and he whispered:

"That's Voldemort's follower, Crazy Little Barty. Crouch's ghost. He turned the Goblet of Fire into a portkey, and Cedric and I held the trophy, and the two of us were teleported to a weird graveyard. I saw it with my own eyes... Voldemort's followers killed Cedric, and that seemed like a ritual, and Voldemort was resurrected, right before my eyes. ”

"Ahh

Harry's scar began to ache again, and he held his head and said intermittently:

"I saw it with my own eyes, and he came back to life. But nobody, nobody wants to believe me. ”

"Well, what a poor boy."

Merlin reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, and he whispered:

"I guess I understand."

"They are all afraid of the returning devil, like an ostrich in danger, burying its head in the sand. They feel the fear that makes them do stupid and crazy things. ”

Merlin turned to look at Hermione and Ron, and said:

"I've heard you say that young wizards can't use magic during the summer holidays. If you violate the rules, you will be pursued by the Ministry of Magic, right? ”

"Hmm."

Hermione and Ron nodded at the same time.

"Well, I know what they're sending Dementors for."

With a disdainful smile on Merlin's face, he said:

"It's a conspiracy, there's no doubt about it."

"They've caught the rules, they're using them to drag you into a trap, and if I'm not mistaken, someone will come and inform you soon... You have been arrested for illegally using magic in front of Muggles. ”

As soon as Merlin finished speaking, a gray owl cooed and landed in Merlin's yard, a letter in its mouth, and was about to scream.

But the next moment, a yellow lightning bolt swooped down from the roof of the building, and pinned the unprepared owl to the ground.

It's Goo.

The orange cat cooed as if it had caught its prey, and it squeezed its claws into the owl's neck and grabbed it so hard that in a matter of seconds, the owl, which was a magical creature, was completely out of breath.

Coo-Coo dragged the owl, which was larger than his body, toward the edge of the yard, and behind him, Crook Hill followed Coo-Coo like a little attendant, as if ready to go for a wild dinner.

"Nope! Crookshan, you stupid cat! Don't eat that disgusting thing, come back! ”

Hermione tried to stop her pet, but Merlin stopped her.

Merlin said to Hermione:

"Don't disturb it while it's eating... That's dangerous. ”

After saying that, Merlin beckoned, and the letter that had fallen to the ground and was stained with blood flew towards several people.

It landed on the table, and the next moment, it was as if it had been activated. The envelope made of vellum paper floated strangely in the air, and the blue wax twisted into a woman's lips, and then, in a sharp and caustic voice, said to Harry:

"Harry. Jimmy. Mr. Potter, the Ministry of Magic has detected that you are using magic in violation of the law this afternoon, in New York, USA, in front of Muggle priests, and now I inform you in the name of the Ministry of Magic that you must return within a day..."

"Smack"

Before the letter could be finished, Merlin grabbed it, and black smoke seeped out of Merlin's hand, and the mixed heat sparks quickly ignited the envelope.

It let out a high-pitched scream, then reduced to ashes in the heat of the smoke.

Merlin clapped his hands and shook the ashes out of the trash. He leaned back on the sofa and said to the four little wizards in front of him:

"Look! I was right..."

"Those bastards are playing a lot of tricks, they're using the rules against you. And I guess they're hiding somewhere in New York right now... I'm spying on you. ”

"So what do we do?"

Harry looked at Merlin with some trepidation, who shrugged:

"We don't do anything."

He said to the little wizards:

"Do you know why those people from the Ministry of Magic don't dare to arrest you directly?"

Merlin pointed to his feet:

"This is not the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic, there is another organization here that maintains order, and they don't want to anger their colleagues, so they can only hide in the shadows and play a conspiracy."

"You stay in my house!"

Merlin snorted coldly, he picked up his phone, dialed a number, and said to the four little wizards:

"Under the laws of this country, anyone who trespasses on a house can be shot dead on the spot! I want to see if those sneaky guys dare to step into my house, dare to take my guests in front of me! ”

He looked at the worry and fear in the children's eyes, and he whispered:

"Don't be afraid, kids. I promised Arthur to protect you, and I will keep my promise. Whoever comes, don't try to spare me to hurt you. ”

"Hey, Tucker?"

Merlin put his phone to his ear and said:

"I needed something powerful to protect myself. Yes, the same specifications as the last time, so let's send it now. ”

After the call, Merlin gave a slightly cold smile to the little wizards who were looking at him, and said:

"You know what's the best thing about fighting wizards?"

The children shook their heads, and Merlin smiled strangely.

He took the pistol from his waist, put it on the table, and said to the children:

"Wizards are not aliens..."

"Although they have all kinds of weird spells, if they accidentally get hit by a bullet in the body, they will die just as much..."

Perhaps, it's time to give a little "warning" to these daring wizards in Muggle fashion. ”

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