"If you're referring to the Merlin in the History of Magic, he's certainly not!" Owen complained frantically on the sidelines, "He's a shameless fraudster of the century who is someone else's identity." Also, don't go near him, because he steals! ”

"Allah—is that so ruthless?" Merlin muttered as she feigned sadness.

"So when are you going to pay back my 300,000 gold Galleons?"

"Huh? Is it another 100,000? ”

"Do you understand the interest? If you don't pay it back, it will be 500,000 tomorrow! Owen said viciously.

There aren't many things he can't tolerate the most.

But stealing his money must be among the best.

If it was a different wizard, Owen would have already stripped off all his bitter tea and exchanged it for money to pay interest, where would he talk nonsense with him.

"So. Are you really Merlin? Bill's eyes lit up, and he could guess something from Owen's attitude towards the young wizard in front of him.

He didn't know much about Owen, but from letters with other Weasley wizards, especially Ron's. He learned that he was a lawless and powerful little wizard, and that in this world, he would only put on a respectful attitude in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

And in the letter, Ron emphasized that he was a man of extreme greed for money, and that no one dared to owe him money, and that if you did, it would be a storm.

"Well, that's right! I'm Merlin. Merlin looked up and said proudly, "Very surprised! I didn't expect the legendary Merlin to be so handsome? ”

“.”

Owen saw the corners of Bill's mouth twitch inadvertently.

Then he hurriedly said, "Indeed, I didn't expect it. ”

I didn't expect it to be so out of tune! Owen complained frantically in his heart.

"By the way, what about the therapists? I'm the only two wizards who can heal curses, are they so lazy? Looking around, Owen suddenly noticed that the hallway was empty, and not a healer could see it.

"I guess I went to the ward where the voodoo high priest Lavieu was." Bill said he pointed to a fork in the road not far away, and that quarantine wasn't the only place in the well-connected hospital.

"It's a key care area." He said. "Lady Wilma Lawton has always been a dislike of voodoo rituals, but in these extraordinary times, all methods that may be useful are beneficial, and she must not let her own prejudices lead her to miss out on the means of healing that may be useful."

"Oh! Intensive care area. Owen pouted, "Although they are all cattle and horses of the Ministry of Magic, some of them are more advanced than others. ”

“.”

Bill glanced at Owen, though he was right.

"Let's go over and see what that sacrificial person is capable of." Owen jumped up and picked up his bench, "Let's see if she's a fraudster or a cow and horse of the outer gods!" ”

With that, the three of them took a step forward and walked towards the so-called key cattle and horse care area.

Owen took the lead and walked in a hurry, followed by the two wizards behind him like his bodyguards.

Bill, that guy, was still very restrained, glancing at the editor next to him from time to time.

Looks like a girl with a spring in mind.

After all, such a 'historical celebrity' is right in front of him, who can maintain a calm mood?

Cut - a good name is good!

He glared at Editor Mei with a little envy.

Merlin, on the other hand, smiled innocently back.

A few minutes later, the three of them came to the door of a hospital room.

It is worthy of the care area of high-class cattle and horses, which is different from the rooms in other places.

Here, the entire corridor is carpeted, the walls on either side are carved with ancient Egyptian frescoes, and a bronze name plate is attached to the door.

A name is gilded on it.

I guess this must be the name of the person lying on the hospital bed inside.

Owen pushed the door straight in, with no intention of knocking.

The people inside are stealing business from him! For this kind of competitor, it's good that he didn't shoot him to death.

Inside the door, the decoration is also luxurious.

On the walls, Egyptian mythological stories and symbolic motifs are carved, owls, cats, crocodiles. The patterns are brightly colored and have smooth lines, giving them an ancient and mysterious feel.

The head of the bed has an intricate carving that appears to be some kind of Egyptian deity.

The lampshades overhead each have a delicate metal pattern that emits a soft light.

The room was very large, and it was clearly a wireless stretching spell applied.

In addition to hospital beds, there are a lot of furniture, toilets, baths, etc.

At this time, many people gathered around the room.

Most of them are therapists dressed in special robes.

They gathered around a dark-skinned woman.

A woman who dresses herself up like a peacock.

"Why are you here?" It was Wilma Lawton Witch Doctor who spoke.

She's here too.

"I'll see who dares to steal business from me."

Owen said bluntly.

When his gaze passed through the healers, he was greeted by a middle-aged wizard.

He was stripped of his clothes.

Lying on the hospital bed with his chest and breasts exposed.

The old witch was drawing strange patterns on his body—yes, Owen could only assume that it was a pattern, because it didn't belong to any magic pattern.

He didn't feel any traces of the magic either.

The High Priest seems to have been drawing this figure for a long, long time.

And when he came in, she had just finished sketching the last stroke.

She then put away the pen, which was apparently made from some kind of animal bone.

A leaf was taken from the waist of those bells and whistles, as if countless rags were patched together inch by inch.

Then she opened the wizard's mouth and poured a gray, ghost-known mixture of powders into his mouth.

Finally, she took out a strange drum and a metal bell.

When the drums and bells rang out at the same time, accompanied by a strange incantation that Owen didn't understand at all, the entire hospital room was suddenly immersed in the live broadcast of the dancing gods.

Owen couldn't understand what the brother was doing.

Judging from what she did, there were few traces of magic.

The degree of reliability is not as good as Bill's luck solution.

If it really worked, he had to do it, grab the person, cut it open and study it.

Sure enough, a few minutes after the dancing god chirped, the eldest brother on the hospital bed was still lying on the board, and with Wilma Lawton's increasingly disappointed look, the high priest finally stopped what he was doing.

She muttered to the many wizards, not knowing what to say.

Then, a healer opened his mouth to Owen and said, "The High Priest has finished communicating with the gods, now please turn around and avoid the next ritual." ”

“？？？” Owen can't figure it out.

Is the deity of your house the god of otaku? How does social fear drop?

Still not for people to see?

But before he could refute, he said a few sassy words.

All the wizards present were very obedient, and they really turned around and avoided them.

Even Bill turned around.

In addition to him, the editor of Mei University also stared at the hospital bed.

"Sir!" The healer said to Merlin again.

"Alright, alright." Editor Mei smiled heartily, then turned around and said, "What a shy god." ”

After that, Owen saw that behind him, on the wall in front of him, the wall had become glass—uh—no, it should be said that it had a glass-like nature, and the most important people didn't react to it.

Only he could see.

In an instant, Owen understood that it was an ancient magic, so only himself and Merlin could see it.

"Wow, is there any such operation?" Owen whispered and gave Merlin a thumbs up, "High, you're all over." ”

"Small means." Merlin said.

Then, Owen stared at the 'mirror' in front of him and watched the live broadcast.

He saw the great dancer, and took out a wooden stick from his bosom, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom, more than ten inches long.

On the stick, a simple humanoid portrait is carved with a knife or something, and the painting style is abstract, and it looks more like some kind of terrifying monster.

The monster's body was visibly widened, its eyes were large and disproportionate, and its feathers leaped like flames.

Then the graffiti-like 'incantation' on the man lying on the board slowly lit up.

The High Priest held a wooden stick in his hand and drew countless ancient runes in the air, and those runes quickly constructed a complex magical rune.

The geometric beauty of the runes mingled with the blue glow of the man's 'spell'.

Owen could feel a very strange magical power, very peaceful, and had a faint sense of healing.

"I always feel that the wooden stick in the hand of the old priest has been seen somewhere."

He stared at the root in amazement.

Then, in a trance, I suddenly remembered that the altar built by the elves in the final resting place of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts was seven or eight points similar to the wooden stick in the old priest's hand.

Not exactly the same, but.

Owen was thinking.

And then I saw.

The wooden stick in the hand of the high priest suddenly spat out a glimmer of light, and soon—that glimmer became the appearance of a girl, about eight or nine years old, with a white and pure face, not pretty, but very comfortable.

Her eyes were as calm as the sea, and under the small bridge of her nose were thin lips, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved upward, with a sad smile.

The girl wore a very classical long skirt with a headscarf and a simple wooden ring on her forehead.

Very Arabic costume.

Clearly not from the African region.

What is the High Priest going to do? Owen frowned.

A magical object that can store souls - its effect alone is very evil, and I think this high priest would not be kind enough to give a home to the souls of those who died young. These souls must be of some use to her.

Thoughts.

Then Owen saw that the high priest suddenly held the stick with all his strength, as if he were holding a nail, and plunged it into the illusory girl's head.

Accompanied by a stirring.

Silent—but Owen's ears were still ringing with a terrible scream like an auditory hallucination.

A soul, a living soul, was crushed and turned into a mess of sticky, silvery, glue-like things.

The so-called high priest was laid on the body of the witch on the hospital bed, and the ghostly light emitted by the carved 'spell' seeped into his skin little by little.

"!"

"Whenever I feel like I've seen the lower limit of humanity, I always jump out of people and slap me in the face."

The wand on his waist was pulled out by him, and Owen was ready to send the high priest to hell to fight Satan for cruelty.

However, when he was about to turn around, Merlin beside him suddenly shook his head and stopped him.

"What?" Owen glared at him, "Isn't this kind of thing extinct quickly, and will it still be kept for the New Year?" ”

To this, Merlin replied calmly, "It's not time yet, and in a few days, you'll understand." ”

“.”

Owen narrowed his eyes, "Did you already see something?" Great Prophet? Or you just tell me the ending of the story, I'm not afraid of being spoiled. ”

"No—no, no." Merlin shook his head, "The fun of adventure is in the process, and this will be the most important adventure of your life, and this time, you will see a lot of things." ”

"I see you big-headed ghost!"

Owen scolded.

By this time, the evasive wizards had turned around in the muttering voice of the high priest.

When they saw the middle-aged wizard on the bed, slowly opening his eyes, most of the mutations on his body had subsided, and only a few 'marks' remained on the leg wound, and they all showed happy expressions.

"!" Owen cursed again.

This treatment of pouring cold water into a pot on the stove is really fucking useful.

But the fire in this furnace has not been extinguished, and after a while, you will have to add cold water to it, and the cycle will never end.

It's even very likely, because there is more and more water in the pot, it is not enough to lower the temperature at one time, and after mixing cold water a few times, you will have two wizard souls, and then three? Four?

What kind of treatment is this?

It's nothing short of heretical.

"High Priest Raviyu. You've done a great job. Wilma Lawton laughed and greeted her, speaking the modern standard version of Arabic, the official language of Egypt.

Anyway, Owen didn't understand.

But Bill seemed to understand a few words.

Now be a free translator for him.

"Nothing." The high priest named Ravieu said with ease, she also spoke Arabic, but to Bill, the accent was very strange, with a bit of a local dialect in it.

Then she said a few more words.

The second knife Bill didn't understand.

"It's strange, I haven't heard of High Priest Raviyu still in Arabia, and her accent is strange, like the Arabic dialect of Jordan." Beale said that when he and Owen looked at each other, he explained, "Although Arabic is spoken in the Arab world, Arabic is not the same in each country, and the so-called modern standard Arabic is spoken in Egypt, but the rest of the Middle East has its own standards." ”

"Heh—a region, a language, a dozen standards, the First Emperor was ecstatic!" Owen complained, then asked, "What do you know about that Ravieu?" ”

"High Priest Raviyu?" Bill was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "She is a well-known high priest in the whole of Africa, popular with many countries, and she was famous two hundred years ago. She is over 260 years old this year. ”

"Two hundred and six?" Owen's eyelids jumped slightly, and in his sight, it was just a black-skinned woman in her forties and fifties, neither the wrinkles on her face nor her figure could see any traces of two hundred years.

"I heard that this is the favor of the gods and the blessing of the power of nature." Bill said, "She's been like this since more than a hundred years ago, it's amazing, it's amazing magic, and a lot of witches want to learn it." ”

"Huh." Hearing this, Owen let out a sneer, "There must be a demon when things go wrong, it seems that this cult leader has already achieved great achievements!" ”

Is there any magic that can stop aging?

Owen can answer in the affirmative.

Yes!

In the Far East, there is a magical plant called 'fairy grass', which is used as the main ingredient and combined with dozens of other potions, and after a long boiling process, a precious potion called 'elixir' can be obtained.

By taking this potion, the wizard's body will be forced back to sixteen years old, and the body will not age again until death.

But this potion can only keep wizards from aging! and not prolonging life.

Nicolamet's elixir can prolong life, but it can't slow down aging.

Unfortunately, the two potions don't work together. Otherwise, this immortal potion will soon be researched!

Other than that - is there any other way!

Yes!

Then there's some black magic involved.

Voldemort didn't study this kind of magic back then.

Owen had naturally heard of some, but he hadn't studied it himself.

In addition, his grandmother Wenda is also very young and strange, speaking of which, she should be eighty or ninety years old this year, but she still looks so young.

Of course—Owen can now assert that her grandmother was definitely demonic, possibly related to ancient magic.

The mutant effect on the organism, if well guided, to keep the body young is also theoretically possible.

But in any case, it is difficult to live old.

Eighty percent of the cult leader used some kind of evil means that he could not imagine.

It can be seen from the ease with which she killed a person's soul just now.

Owen was staring at the old mean, and he could probably understand what Merlin meant.

This thing has lived for more than two hundred years, and the power in this land is absolutely intricate and huge.

If you can't catch them all, a rash move can lead to endless trouble.

He didn't care.

It's kind of attacking Hogwarts!

Dumbledore doesn't screw your head off.

However, he didn't want to see himself causing more chaos, just as a bastard's plus-minus is better than nothing. If you lose the leader of the cult, the younger brothers below will definitely fall into chaos, and when the time comes, it will only cause bigger and more trouble.

In front of her, Wilma Lawton was still happily talking to the High Priestess, probably thinking that she had found a more effective cure.

You are more attentive to the high priest than to them.

Especially with the identity of the other party.

This upset Owen.

"Let's go—buddy doesn't bother to care!" Owen said indignantly, "Anyway, it's been a scourge for more than two hundred years, and it's my business to do another two hundred years!" ”

He turned his head and walked out of the ward, muttering as he walked, "It's just cutting off my buddy's financial route, it's just looking for death, sooner or later I'm going to crush her to ashes!" ”

On the other side, Merlin has always maintained an attitude of staying out of the way, not getting involved, and he also left.

And Bill, who was about to become Merlin and a fart, naturally turned around and left.

A few minutes later, the trio returned to the Muggle neighborhood, and the noise reached Owen's ears in an instant.

Bill took the two back to the hotel, he wanted to get close to the editor of Mei, but Bill was about to enter the hotel and bumped into one of his colleagues.

The two were talkative.

I guess it's a new job!

It's about to leave.

Reluctantly, Bill could only turn around three times and leave the hotel like a resentful woman.

"Hehe—what a funny kid!" Merlin commented.

"Funny perverts!" Owen retorted.

"Well-after all, it's understandable to be a little excited about facing a famous wizard!" A silver-pink haired man raised his head very proudly and swore an oath.

"Cut, famous wizard, your time is long gone, now—" The sharp-eyed Owen suddenly saw a familiar little witch on the street outside the inn.

"It's Miss Granger's time."

As he spoke, Miss Granger on the other corner noticed him.

To be precise, I noticed the editor of Mei Da.

Then, she ran briskly.

There was anger on his face, probably because he was missing again, and not because he didn't take her with him.

"Oh!" Miss Granger stepped forward, and her big bright eyes suddenly fell on Owen beside Merlin.

"Huh?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Owen carefully, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.

The anger on his face vanished.

Eventually, after making eye contact with Owen and confirming his identity, the little witch immediately raised the corners of her mouth, as if she had found some big toy, and put a hand on the top of the boy's head.

Bakar's crown, with his head slightly raised.

He glanced at Hermione, then lowered his head again.

"Whose child is this? It's so cute! ”

"Your's!" Owen dissatisfiedly took Hermione's hand away, he figured out the principle of Merlin's magic a little, and it is estimated that it is still a magical magic created by using the mutation effect of ancient magic on organisms.

It's like he guessed that Grandma Wenda was still so young.

Wait--if you think about it this way, there seems to be no limit to the changes in the body, the ancient magic - what about getting bigger and smaller? Becoming male to female? Is it okay to even incarnate as a bird or beast of prey?

Whoa, that's an exaggeration.

Owen hurriedly put away the dangerous but interesting idea.

However, the skill of becoming bigger and smaller still needs to be practiced diligently, as long as it is partial.

Hearing this, Hermione blushed slightly, and she silently glanced at the boy, "What's the matter, this Archmage Merlin did it again?" She pointed to the man with exaggerated silver-pink hair, walking down the street and talking to the man with his own spotlight.

(End of chapter)