"If you don't mind, I'll take you there, I'll just drop by."

A somewhat stammering voice came from the door of the bar.

Merlin turned to look over, and a man wearing a turban and a dark red robe, who seemed to be a little nervous, causing his body to tremble a little, walked in.

"Thank you in advance, my name is Merlin, what do you call me?"

Merlin looked at him with a familiar look, and had a guess in his heart, but he was afraid of recognizing the wrong person.

He entered the door to say hello, and Merlin suddenly smelled a strange smell coming out of his turban.

"Hello, my name is Quirinus Quirrell, I can drop by and take you."

Quirrell reached out to shake Merlin's outstretched hand, but suddenly thought of something and retracted it.

Merlin suddenly realized, he confirmed the guess in his heart, Professor Quirrell, the villain of the first part, had Voldemort wrapped behind his turban.

"I'm glad I've heard about Professor Quirrell's deeds, and I'm not going to hide it, I'm here to apply for your assistant this time."

Merlin thought that it was better to come than to come, and it was just in time to use him to infiltrate Hogwarts, after all, the letter of introduction from the boss Tom may not work.

"yes, have you seen my work too? How's that, is it okay? ”

Quirrell saw that this strange wizard Merlin had even heard of him, and his vanity rose for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, your theoretical knowledge is very solid, and I admire it very much."

Merlin was speechless, where had he just come to read Quirrell's book, blowing each other almost like a set, and he was taken seriously.

Of course, Merlin had seen how he died, which must not be said, and thinking of this, he suddenly thought of a funny thing.

"Professor Quirrell, do you lack an assistant, I heard that you are going to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I admire you very much, I want to ......"

Merlin looked at Quirrell with a little look that he admired and wanted to follow when he saw his favorite idol.

"Of course you can, I'm glad to have an assistant like you, maybe I can put your name on my new book."

Professor Quirrell, who seemed to have gained a true love fan, said happily that he had heard that some big names had assistants by their side, and he happened to recruit one too.

He touched his turban, thinking that he was a subordinate of the master that the man could not say, and perhaps Merlin could have pulled him in if he behaved well.

"Thank you so much, I want to give you the etiquette of my hometown to show respect, is that okay?"

"Oh? Your hometown? Aren't you British? ”

Quirrell was a little surprised, no wonder he hadn't seen Merlin, he originally thought it was from a hidden family, but he didn't expect it to be a foreigner.

"Yes, I'm a mysterious mage from the East, and I'm a wizard, and our rituals can increase good luck."

After Merlin finished speaking, he took out a stick from behind him and asked Professor Quirrell if he wanted to do the ritual.

"Increase good luck? That's okay, come on. ”

Quirrell's heart moved, he had come here this time...... It might be a good idea to go to Gringotts and steal the Philosopher's Stone at the owner's instructions to add some good luck.

"Then I'm here, please don't move, it might hurt a little."

Merlin chuckled and began to circle around him, holding a stick flying in his hand.

He made up the ritual and everything, just to trick Voldemort on his head.

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, turned into divine thunder, brilliant heavenly might, lead it with a stick!"

Merlin stepped on the Seven Stars and held a wooden stick, and while Professor Quirrell was not looking, he suddenly hit him on the head with a hard stick.

"Ahh You! ”

The moment he knocked down, Merlin seemed to hear two different screams.

Quirreo was furious, and was about to draw his wand to give Merlin a big melon.

"Professor, are you alright, I'm sorry, this is the custom on our side, the harder you knock, the more luck you get.

It's all because I didn't warn you, or I'll help you heal, but then there will be no luck. ”

Merlin couldn't help but laugh, and hurriedly went up to grab Quirrell's hand, and by the way, he performed a mental calming spell on him.

"You! Don't say it sooner! ”

Quirrell saw that Merlin was good, and he didn't have a good seizure, so he had to blame himself for not asking clearly.

At the same time, I felt sorry for the master who carried it hard, and hoped that he would not be too angry, but it was estimated that Merlin would not be able to be the master's subordinate.

Thinking of this, Quirrell felt that Merlin had a pity and missed a great opportunity.

"That's it! Without further ado, let's head to Gringotts first. ”

Quirrell took a deep breath, touched his head in distress, and said to Merlin.

"Uh, Professor, can you wait a minute, I'll go to Boss Tom's first, I'm going to stay here for a while."

Merlin gestured to Tom, who was watching dumbfounded, and said to Professor Quirrell.

"Okay, go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you here."

Quirrell waved his hand, and he was ready to find a quiet place to appease his master's anger.

"Alright, old sir, prepare the best beer for Professor Quirrell, count me in."

Merlin left a gold Galleon, saying that he didn't need to look for it, and that it was a tip for the boss.

Soon, Merlin followed the proprietor, Tom, to a staircase behind the tavern and up to the second floor.

"Merlin, is that ritual you just had real, and can it really increase good luck?"

Tom suddenly turned around and asked Merlin in a whisper, as if interested.

"Well, this is a custom, a custom, I can't say that it will be useful, of course it may be useful."

Merlin felt a little embarrassed, if Boss Tom also wanted him to knock on it, he was afraid that the boss's body would not be able to withstand it.

If you accidentally hit harder, the boss will die, and Merlin won't be able to enter Hogwarts.

"Haha, yes, I didn't feel the fluctuation of the magic, if it really works, I want to give it a try."

Tom laughed a few times, as if hinting at Merlin, and quickly tapped a seed on his head.

"Well, old man, in addition to the ritual of increasing good luck, I also have a ritual of increasing vitality, which may be more suitable for you."

Merlin quickly dispelled his desire to be knocked out and directed his interest elsewhere.

"Oh? Can I give it a try? ”

Tom's eyes flickered, and his heart moved, he was old, and he had never seen a ritual that could increase his vitality.

"Yes, I'll do it for you later."

As he walked, he came to a room, and was about to open the door when Tom, the owner, took Merlin to another room.

"Hehe, that room hasn't been cleaned up just now, let's live here."

When I opened the door, I saw a few pieces of oak furniture polished and shiny, a mirror hanging on the wall looked very ancient, the crackling sound of the burning fireplace was pleasant, and a large bed was very comfortable just looking at Merlin.

“…… Okay, thank you, sir. ”

Merlin secretly glanced at the first room he had just visited, which was obviously much smaller than this one, and thought to himself that he was worthy of the boss, suggesting that Merlin should take it seriously.

"The Ritual ......"

Tom tugged at the western gentleman's suit on his body, rubbing his hands together to hint at Merlin.

"Okay, that's ready."

Merlin was helpless, changed his hand and took out the stick again, circled around the boss, and muttered words in his mouth.

Tom frowned when he saw that it was the stick again, gritted his teeth and said nothing, and endured it.

"Light of life, flicker!"

A burst of light released from Merlin's hand, and Tom suddenly felt as if he was swimming in a warm ocean, and his body was full of vitality, so comfortable that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Okay, this ritual should be of some use, the old gentleman can open his eyes."

This is not a ritual, but a serious light-based high-level healing spell, the light of life.

The effect is okay, there is no longevity effect, but it can eliminate injuries and replenish vitality.

However, for ordinary people, as well as for the mages of this world, it is indeed possible to increase the lifespan by a few years.

"I'm feeling better, thank you, it's useful, Lord Merlin."

Tom realizes that Merlin may not be as young as he is, and that he may be a great wizard.

With this hand, he had already conquered him, and when he called Merlin, he couldn't help but bring honorifics.

"Sir, let's go down, Professor Quirrell is still waiting for me."

……

To be continued

I wanted to have more liver last night, I was so tired that I couldn't stay up and fell asleep, so I tried to write more today.