That night, Scott's mind was so messy that he couldn't sleep for a long time.

He repeatedly recalled his experience in the past few years, but never found any trace of being manipulated.

Everything seems to be just a coincidence.

But there was always a voice lingering in his head—

There are no such coincidences!

There must be something he didn't know.

This kind of realization made him very uncomfortable and very aggrieved.

He wanted to fight against something from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't find a target to fight against.

This time is different.

No matter what difficulties he had encountered in the past, even when he heard the prophecy about Slytherin, he could quickly keep his composure.

But this time, he broke the defense directly.

He lay on the bed in a daze, keeping his eyes open, without opening his mouth or sleeping.

He even thought of his own crossing.

It is also extremely unusual to be reborn across a world with the memories of a past life......

"Perhaps...... Is it really a coincidence? ”

Rimbaud, who was standing on the bedside post, suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"There are still all kinds of coincidences in life, and some of the real coincidences are more exaggerated than the drama."

Scott listened to it and knew that what it was saying was indeed the truth.

"You're right."

He whispered.

"Like King Umberto I of Italy and his 'twins', but ......"

Despite many dramatic coincidences in the world, he was never able to convince himself.

He doesn't think it's a coincidence that the matter of those two coordinates is true.

There is no reason.

That's what his instincts told him.

As a wizard, he should trust his instincts.

Seeing that he couldn't convince Scott, Rimbaud asked again, "So what are you going to do?" ”

"If everything is manipulative, what are you going to do next? Do you give up all of them? ”

"Nope."

Scott sat up directly.

"I'm not going to give up."

"No matter what, even if it's a path arranged by someone else, I'm going to keep going."

"Only then will I get the answer."

Rimbaud said, "In that case, then you shouldn't think too much about it. ”

"You're right."

Scott let out a long exhale.

"It's no good to think too much."

He couldn't even tell anyone.

At the end of the day, it's just a gut feeling on his part.

Then, instead of cowering because of this, it is better to throw away the psychological burden and travel lightly.

It doesn't matter who does what, there will be a purpose.

As long as he keeps going and gets stronger, one day he'll figure it all out.

"Thank you, Rimbaud."

Scott's tone became a little lighter.

"Good night."

"Good night."

In a daze, Scott fell asleep like this.

At some point, he suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the oak hut.

Looking at the boundless sea of flowers in front of him, Scott was awake to realize that he was in a sleep.

This dream is very realistic.

Scott felt the warm breeze blowing through his skin and smelled the refreshing scent of flowers in the wind.

He walked in the sea of flowers for a long time, but he never found a way, nor did he see anything other than flowers.

He didn't even have a way to wake himself up from this dream.

He just stood, standing quietly.

Suddenly, the wind got stronger.

Countless colorful petals were blown up by the wind, obscuring his vision.

When the petals were blown away by the wind, a tall figure with white hair appeared in front of him.

His face is extremely handsome, his facial features are flawless, and he doesn't look like a real person.

Dressed in a white robe decorated with flower petals, he holds a graceful staff in his hand.

"Hello, Lord of the Chaldees. I'm Merlin. He is known as the magician of flowers. You don't have to call me Merlin. I don't like to be inhibited. ”

The visitor spoke in a somewhat flirtatious tone.

“……”

Scott watched in amazement as he watched what was happening in front of him.

"What the hell is this......"

Chaldeans?

Merlin?

Sure enough, this is just a ridiculous dream!

"Huh?"

The white-haired young man tilted his head.

"You don't seem to believe it."

As he spoke, his feet lifted off the ground and floated.

"Why?"

He floated around Scott and asked, puzzled.

"It's as you imagined Merlin to be, so why don't you believe it?"

“……”

Scott was a little speechless.

I don't know how to tell him the difference between two-dimensional and three-dimensional.

"Maybe it's better to do this......"

As he spoke, the guy who called himself Merlin floated back into place and turned into a white-bearded old man.

This time he looked very old, with layers of wrinkles on his face, and a beard longer than Dumbledore's, almost dragging to the ground.

He smiled kindly at Scott, "I know people have always been willing to believe that I'm like this......"

“……”

By this time, Scott had barely calmed down.

"Are you ......," he said with some difficulty, "are you really Merlin?" ”

"What's wrong, isn't it?"

The white-bearded old man blinked, and he turned into a handsome white-haired young man again.

"Or would you rather talk to me like that?"

Scott understood the situation and smiled reluctantly.

"Feel free to do whatever you want."

Merlin didn't change his image after hearing this.

He always had a kind smile on his face, and said in a relaxed tone: "Speaking of which, I have never tried such an overly fashionable image, in the world you used to live in, did people think that I was like that?" ”

This sentence is very informative.

But Scott steadied.

Although it was a little reluctant, it was still stable.

He said: "In the world I used to live in, Merlin's images were also varied, all of which came from people's imagination and creation. ”

"I see." Merlin nodded, "However, I can accept any image, because I don't have a concrete form for a long time. ”

Scott took a deep breath and calmed down completely.

He had a lot of questions in his head, but he asked, "So, those legends are true?" ”

"Legend, does that mean my identity?" Merlin laughed and said, "People think I'm not human, but a half-nightmare, right?" ”

Scott nodded.

"That's not true, Nightmares aren't real creatures. Of course, the legend is not unfounded. ”

Merlin continued to speak in astonishment.

"I used to be a real human being, but then, before I died, I put my spirit in the dreams of human beings."

Scott was really surprised, "Is this kind of thing possible?" ”

"Why not?"

Merlin tilted his head again with a puzzled expression.

"We are wizards, we have magic, and magic always brings the results we want."

He took it for granted, as if magic was supposed to allow wizards to do whatever they wanted, without any restrictions.

Scott didn't know how to complain.

Gu Mao

Magic is not something that anyone can play well, and dreams are even more ethereal, what kind of wizard can do it like him.

But he still understood what Merlin meant.

"In other words, because you can appear in people's dreams, there is a legend of nightmares?"

"Let's just put it that way."

Merlin nodded.

He still had a kind smile on his face, and said to Scott a little too lively, "I didn't plan to come to see you so early, kid, but you seem to have a lot of questions. ”

"Yes."

Scott could feel his nervousness, but he didn't show it.

He looked Merlin in the eye and asked, "You mean, it's all about you?" ”

"I can't do much, I can only live in dreams, and I can't do much."

Merlin waved his hand repeatedly.

Then he held out two more fingers and made a small distance.

"At most, it just added fuel to the fire and played a small role."

“……”

Scott didn't believe his nonsense.

"So......" he asked again, "what I have crossed ......

"I did it."

Merlin decisively admitted.

Sure enough, it's you.

He also said that he didn't do much.

I believe you're a ghost, you bad old man.

"Why?" Scott asked again.

"It's boring."

Merlin replied in a very ordinary tone.

He clasped his hands to his chest, held the long staff in his arms, and once again floated his feet off the ground.

"Out of curiosity about the future, I built a magical device called [Claireye], but it didn't take long for me to regret it again."

Speaking of this, his tone was a little exaggerated, coupled with his floating body and rich body movements, it looked like he was performing on stage.

"It's so, too boring to be able to see the future at a glance."

Scott frowned, "Is the future set in stone?" ”

"Of course not."

Merlin pursed his lips.

"But even with all the variations, after I've seen them all, it's just boring."

With that, he suddenly floated up to Scott again and made eye contact with him up close.

"So I came up with a great idea."

"Summoning magic!"

He didn't elaborate on the so-called summoning magic, but looked at Scott solemnly.

Scott was a little confused.

Suddenly, Merlin raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

"In short, you are the variable I introduced to the future of this world."

He looked a little agitated and put his hands on Scott's shoulders.

"Not even [clairvoyance] can see your future!"

Scott could see clearly, his eyes full of childlike, pure curiosity and joy.

"Sure enough, I was right!"

"As you grow up, your growth, your experiences, begin to change the established destiny of this world, making this world less boring!"

So I'm just a tool man you summoned for the sake of watching a play?

Scott was a little upset.

"Hahahaha......"

Merlin laughed heartily and patted Scott on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid."

"I don't care what you're going to do or what kind of change you're going to make in the world."

"So, I'm not going to interfere with you."

"You just have to follow your own ideas."

"I thought ......," said Scott, "I thought you were trying to lead me to a new world that separated wizards from Muggles ...... altogether"

"No, I don't have that idea."

Merlin let go of his hand and shook his head repeatedly.

"I just think those secrets hidden in the past are very interesting, and maybe they will bring about another change when they are revealed."

He doesn't really seem to have any purpose, just to watch the show.

Scott didn't know if he should trust him or not.

At this time, Merlin waved at him.

"Alright, the meeting is over."

"That's all I have to say to you."

"Goodbye, kid."

"You can think of this as a dream that you once did and then forgot."

He winked at Scott again, and the fluttering petals vanished.

Scott wanted to ask him about Slytherin and Avalon, but it was too late.

He woke up from his dream.

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn.

"Good morning, Scott!"

Seeing him wake up, Rimbaud, who was standing on the windowsill, opened his mouth to say hello.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning."

Scott sat up, a little stunned.

"I dreamed of Merlin."

"What?"

"I dreamed of Merlin."

"So?"

"That's really Merlin."

"What's wrong with you, Scott? Do I need to see a doctor? ”

"No need to ......"

Scott didn't think it was just an illusory dream.

Although it really seemed to be just a dream, he still remembered everything in the dream clearly, and there was no hazy feeling when he recalled the dream in the past.

For Merlin, Scott has a very complicated sense, and he doesn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, he got up from his bed, walked to his desk, picked up his wand and tapped [small blank frame] on the desk, and called out to Tutor Ravenclaw.

"Good morning, my apprentice."

The figure of Ravenclaw soon appeared on the canvas.

"Good morning, mentor."

"You seem to have something on your mind? So much so that I was summoned in disheveled clothes. ”

Ravenclaw glanced at Scott, who was still in his pajamas, and frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, mentor."

Scott bowed his head and apologized.

"I saw Merlin in a dream."

Ravenclaw was also surprised and asked, "Are you sure it's not an illusory dream?" ”

"I'm sure." Scott affirmed.

"Unbelievable."

Ravenclaw was immediately intrigued.

"If what you're saying is true, then maybe it's time for me to reacquaint myself with this magical world."

Scott selectively retells the conversation with Merlin.

What he was hiding was only his own time travel, and the fact that he carried the memories of his past life.

He made Ravenclaw think of himself as just a special spirit summoned by Merlin and unable to be observed by [Clairvoyance].

"It's funny."

This was the first reaction of the Ravenclaw instructor after listening.

"Whether it's magic that places a spirit in a dream, or magic that summons a special soul and reincarnates him, it's obviously fun."

Scott can't help it, Tutor Ravenclaw is like that, he has a great interest in all things unknown magic.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw reacted quickly.

"And do you think what he says is true, Scott?"

"I don't know."

Scott shook his head.

"But I guess if that's really Merlin, he doesn't seem to have to deceive me."

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