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

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

"But Mr. Merlin, uh, no, sir! Our house elves are not allowed to carry wands, which have been handed down since thousands of years ago."

"I said it, Dobby!"

Merlin accentuated his tone, and he emphasized with some impatience:

"You are now an official advisor to SDOLD, you work for me, for a formal state agency! When you go out on a mission, you represent not only yourself, but also the dignity and image of the organization. I can't allow my subordinates to just go out in pillowcases and old boots to fight the forces of evil, it's a shame! ”

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

Merlin crouched down, he and Dobby looked at each other, he looked at Dobby's big eyes, and he said word by word:

"Throw away all the habits you've developed in the wizarding world, you're a secret agent, albeit only an advisor, but I need you to be an agent! Do you know what an agent is? ”

Dobby shook his head, it obviously didn't know.

"You can understand it as an elite Auror."

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

"It's impossible for an elite Auror not to wear a wand, and when you're officially hired, you'll have new weapons that you have to learn to adapt to the weapons in your hand, which is the foundation of becoming an agent! Do you understand? ”

"Dobby works for Mr. Merlin, and that's what Mr. Merlin asked, so Dobby has to do it."

The house elf whispered a few words to himself, and then he looked up and said to Merlin:

"Yes, sir! Dobby will do it as fast as he can. ”

"Good."

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

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

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

"Your second mission has to do with Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort?"

Dobby's body trembled at the sight of the name, and it was clear that it was terrified of the dead Dark Lord. There was an unconcealable fear in its green eyes.

It trembled and said to Merlin:

"Sir, Dobby doesn't understand why you're focusing on Voldemort, he's dead and the evil he represents has dissipated. Voldemort was a very evil wizard, he not only killed wizards, but also killed many house elves, and many of Dobby's elders died at the hands of the Death Eaters. ”

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

Turning to look at the sunlight covering the city, he asked softly:

"Dobby, have you ever fought a magical creature?"

"Well, little Malfoy sneaked out to play when he was a kid, and ended up being besieged by a few bad demons. It was Dobby who used the Flash Charm to scare off the bad demons. ”

Dobby replied, Merlin nodded, and he asked again:

"Then why are you using the Flash Charm and not the others?"

The question was a bit inexplicable, but Dobby replied:

"Because the demons are afraid of light, and the slightest glimmer of light is enough to drive them back into the darkness."

"Well, you know that the Bad Demons are afraid of light, so you can scare them off with a flash charm."

Merlin turned, and he looked at Dobby:

"That's the power of knowledge, and your victory comes from what you know about the Devil, but Dobby, do we really know enough about Voldemort now? Is the knowledge we have really enough to fight Voldemort? You're also a survivor of the Wizarding Wars, and if it weren't for the mutiny of the Elder Wand, could Harry really defeat Voldemort? ”

Dobby was speechless when asked.

Although the wizarding world has been winning the traditional Hogwarts decisive battle for now, Dobby did work with the Hogwarts elves to help the wizards fight the Death Eaters that day, and he knows exactly how the battle took place that day.

Frankly, even house elves like Dobby thought that Mr. Harry had too much luck in defeating Voldemort.

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

"Before Voldemort appeared, there was the Dark Lord Grindelwald, before Grindelwald, there was the Goblin Rebellion, and in earlier times, there were Dark wizards like the despicable Helmo, Dobby, it's a cycle."

Merlin sat back in his chair, and in a calm and pessimistic voice, he said to the ignorant house-elf in front of him:

"Wizards consider themselves superior to Muggles in intelligence and strength, but their way of thinking is no different from that of Muggles. Fearing death, he crafted a deathly hallows and invented Horcruxes under the threat of death, flaunting his lineage for a variety of reasons, and even waging a war of purges. ”

"Such people exist in every era, without exception. There has never been a shortage of such careerists in Muggle or wizarding history, and among them, Voldemort is not even in the top ten, but do we really know them? If we don't know them well enough, wait until the next Voldemort appears."

Merlin looked at Dobby, and he whispered:

"How are we going to beat them? Do you want to expect the next Harry? ”

House elves aren't stupid, they just lack insight. After Merlin broke his mind and described it to Dobby, the house-elf quickly understood what Merlin meant.

It said to Merlin:

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

The house elf, though still a little afraid, raised its 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 afraid, I don't need you to come face to face with those dangerous Death Eaters, I just need you to collect some information from Voldemort, his notes, his personal belongings, etc. We need to summarize the thoughts and sources of power of these dangerous dark wizards, their spells, their action patterns, etc., and then formulate a strategy, and even print it into a teaching material, so that more people can see it, so that more people know how to deal with them! ”

"Dobby got it!"

As soon as they heard that they didn't need to fight, they only needed to collect information, and the house elves immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Merlin explained a few more things to him, and then let Dobby go.

Merlin gave it a week to clean up his things, and although the house elves were inconspicuous, they had their own little circle with each other, and Dobby had many friends. For example, his companion Twilight, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and other young wizards, as well as Headmaster McGonagall of Hogwarts House, etc., are all considered his friends.

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

A week later, it would follow Merlin back to New York on a S.H.I.E.L.D. business plane.

At that time, it happened to be the day when the new batch of students of the Secret Service Academy entered the school.

Of course, Merlin also has his own things to do, and a week is not very much time for him.

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At noon, Merlin, who had eaten lunch, stood at the entrance of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries with a bouquet of flowers.

He came to see Agent John Gatler, an old cowboy-like agent who was one of Merlin's few good friends.

It is worth mentioning that the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Magic, which is famous among wizards in the world, is located in the building of the Immersion Department Store in London, England.

It's not a downtown area, but it's in the middle of London, and it's as wonderful as the Ministry of Magic hiding under a telephone booth in London.

The Magic Capitol in New York is also in the downtown area, which makes Merlin can't help but sigh, wizards try their best to hide themselves, but in this era, although they are unwilling, they still have to share the world with the rapid development of Muggle civilization.

Even, they have long since fallen from a strong position to a vulnerable group now.

Mr. Arthur had said that once the wizarding world and the Muggle world began to communicate, within ten years, the ancient traditions maintained by the wizarding community would probably fall apart completely.

"You're not much nobler than we are."

Merlin smiled, muttered to himself, and walked to the door of the old-fashioned red-brick department store.

The average Muggle can only see a sign on this gate that reads "Closed for Renovation". But Merlin could see more, and he went to the window and said to an ugly, eccentric, somewhat frightening doll:

"I'm visiting a section A patient, John Gatler, I'm a friend of his, my name is Merlin."

The terrifying doll's eyes flipped for a moment, and it glanced at Merlin, as if to confirm Merlin's identity, and after a moment, it nodded slightly, and then waved its connected fingers, and with the dance of those fingers, the thick glass in front of Merlin's eyes quickly rippled with a strange halo.

Merlin took a step forward, his whole being melted into the wriggling glass, and the next moment, he was in the hall of a loud voice.

On the wall in front of him was a pattern of a bone and a wand crossed, and below the pattern, the word "stungos" was written in golden lettering, the emblem of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

This magical hospital was founded at the end of the 16th century and is now almost 00 years old.

In Merlin's eyes, the hall was filled with patients in all kinds of costumes, many wizards, many squibs, and a very small number of Muggles.

The meds were busy, and everyone was talking about it, making it look very noisy.

In fact, if you ignore the strange attire of the patients, it looks no different from the hospitals of the Muggle world.

Merlin followed the signs and followed the flow of people, and soon found Gatler in the room of the Biological Injuries Section on the second floor.

As Merlin walked into the room, the old cowboy was throwing a tantrum, as if it was because of the chatter of the old vampire in the bed next to him, causing Gatler to not sleep well all night.

The two of them seemed to be arguing, in fact, if it weren't for Gatler's bandage, it is estimated that the old cowboy would have pounced on him and beat the old vampire alchemist who was burned by the lava worm.

"Yo, Gatler, my old friend."

Merlin waved the flower in his hand, and he leaned against the wall, and said to the puffing Gatler:

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

Merlin wasn't complimenting Gatler, in fact, in his eyes, Gatler's slightly strange vitality had become much stronger, and the old cowboy's injured organs had begun to regenerate after careful treatment by the wizards.

The metal life support device hasn't been removed, but if it continues as it is, maybe in a few months, Gatler will be able to get rid of the damn metal life support device once and for all, and truly regain hope and health.

"Ha, Merlin!"

Lying on the bed, Gatler, who could not move, stretched out his hand with difficulty and said to Merlin:

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

"Old?"

Merlin smiled, and he stepped forward and sat down at Gatler's bedside, and he said:

"You're only 44 years old"

"Shhhh

Gatler interrupted Merlin's voice, and he glanced at a beautiful lady who was patrolling around the bed, and he lowered his voice and said:

"I told Liv that I was only 6 years old, let alone exposed, and that I was going to pursue her when I got better."

"Liv?"

Merlin turned her head to look at the beautiful, perfectly bodied female therapist for some reason. After a moment, he looked back at Gatler, and said with a strange expression:

"You're going after a half-breed baby? You're kidding."

"I'm not kidding."

Gatler said in all seriousness:

"I've figured out how to give a gift, speaking of which, how do you have time to come? It's not a good time to take a vacation. ”

"Fury gave me time off."

Merlin Says:

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

"Oh, avoid trouble."

Gatler was an old agent and immediately guessed what happened to Merlin. He said to Merlin:

"Fury is really good to you, I think back then, we old agents had to carry everything by ourselves. But you're really good enough, but anything you participate in will end up causing an earth-shattering mess, and I still remember the dragon you provoked in New York. Tsk, you're such a natural troublemaker. ”

"I don't want to."

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

"How does it feel? How does it feel when a magic healer treats you? ”

"Well, it's hard to say."

Gatler frowned and replied:

"I can't see the glow of those magic, so it seems to me that the healers are like a bunch of magic sticks, destroying me with all kinds of potions, but with good results."

He paused and looked out the window at the scenery, and said:

"Seriously, Merlin, I didn't think about it myself, I thought that this nightmare, which I would never get rid of for the rest of my life, would regain hope in this way. It's all thanks to your luck. ”

The old cowboy paused, and he sighed:

"Alas"

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

"Don't think about it, Gatler, get some rest."

Merlin said to his friend:

"The wizards will heal you once and for all."

"No, Merlin, you didn't understand what I meant."

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

"Some roads, once gone"

"There's no going back."