Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Although grilled fish is delicious, for Dearborn, who has been surviving in the wilderness for eleven years, it is far inferior to the craftsmanship of a house elf.

Even if they have been stored for a long time, they still need to be heated over a campfire before they can be enjoyed.

Dearborn didn't even bother cutting the steak into small pieces. He simply poked the whole piece with his fork and took a big bite. The complicated etiquette and slow eating style of the aristocrats were really not suitable for this moment.

environment.

The bread has been left out for a long time and has become a little hard, but after being baked and heated by the flame, it can still exude the aroma of grains, making people want to eat it.

Glenn had not eaten for most of the day and was already hungry. The crispy-on-the-outside and tender-on-the-inside grilled fish and Dearborn's rugged eating style aroused his appetite.

While Dearborn was finishing the steak, he also finished most of the grilled fish with salad and toasted bread.

The two of them were in a whirlwind, and their mouths were full of oil after eating.

Dearborn leaned back in his chair comfortably and took another swig of firewhiskey.

"It's been so many years since I've experienced life like this..." He said with emotion, feeling the heat that spread all the way to his stomach.

Glenn said nothing.

He originally wanted to ask about things related to his parents, but in such a situation and environment, it was better to be a quiet listener.

"Dumbledore must have discovered that this seal has certain restrictions. Not everyone can enter at will."

Dearborn put down his glass, raised his head and said.

"Yes, sir." Glenn nodded. "Several professors from Hogwarts came here and tried, but they were all rejected by the ruins. Even Professor Dumbledore himself was the same. When he tried to force

When the seal was broken, the entire ruins even showed signs of collapse, so he asked me to give it a try."

After explaining it, he thought of another question.

"By the way, Mr. Dearborn, I have a question. What exactly does this seal distinguish? Age? Magic level? Or other special features?"

"Based on Mr. Merlin's guess and your successful entry into the ruins, it should be your age." Dearborn replied.

Glenn thought for a moment and then asked: "If the seal is for age, then how did you get here?"

Dearborn did not answer the question directly, but asked: "How much do you know about the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Knights of the Round Table..." Glenn recalled what he had read in ancient books and replied, "They are the highest-level palace knights in the legend about King Arthur, representing honor, fairness and justice."

He thought for a while and added: "In the portrait at Hogwarts, there is Sir Cadogan, who is said to be a member of the Knights of the Round Table."

Dearborn nodded and smiled slightly: "Since you even know about Cadogan, you should find that there is a knight named Caradoc in the list of Knights of the Round Table."

"Yes, there is indeed such a knight. Because he has the same name as you, I am deeply impressed." Glenn said.

"At first, I thought this was just a coincidence of the same name, but in fact, according to Mr. Merlin, my family is actually the bloodline of Sir Caradoc."

"Blood inheritance?" Glenn frowned slightly, "You mean, if you have the blood of the Knights of the Round Table, you can also enter this ruins?"

"I think so." Dearborn said, "However, although I can enter the ruins, I cannot completely lift the seal. Once I get close to the core of the seal, the entire ruins will show signs of collapse, just like Dumbledore

It’s the same as when trying to forcefully break through the seal.”

"If that's the case..." Glenn frowned, "Could it be that this seal is not just to put Mr. Merlin into a deep sleep, but also to trap the other Knights of the Round Table here?"

"According to my opinion, this should be the most likely scenario."

Glenn nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "One more thing, how did you pass the news on?"

"Speaking of which, I was able to spread the news because the seal was loose." Dearborn said, "Didn't I just say that two or three years ago, the seal finally showed signs of loosening, and I was also at the stone tablet.

I met Mr. Merlin. But because he was only available for a limited time every day, it took us a long time to explain the specific situation clearly."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, glanced at the remaining half of the bottle with some hesitation, and finally resisted the temptation to have another glass.

"It's a long story, please listen to me. According to Mr. Merlin, according to the magical contract between King Arthur and the Sword in the Lake, when King Arthur is dying, the Sword in the Lake needs to be returned to Avalon Island.

The Lady of the Lake and Morgana are obliged to treat his injuries and protect his life."

"Obviously, they didn't want to do this. After the Battle of the Sword Fence, the Lady of the Lake Vivian used spiritual suggestion magic to delay Sir Bedivere's return of the Sword in the Lake. As a result, when King Arthur was sent to the lake,

The injury was completely out of control. Although Morgana and the Lady of the Lake took him back to Avalon, his life was doomed to be irreparable."

He turned the wine glass into a tea cup and poured himself a cup of black tea.

"When Mr. Merlin learned the news, he immediately set off for Avalon, hoping to bring King Arthur's body back to the kingdom. Although he had no way to resurrect him for the time being, he could protect his body and soul before continuing.

Find a way to resurrect him."

"However, he underestimated Morgana's ambition. The moment he set foot on Avalon, he was immediately attacked by the Banshee in the Lake. After a fierce battle, he was finally sealed by Morgana because he was outnumbered.

In a stone tablet next to the sword fence battlefield."

Glenn looked back at the wordless stone tablet not far away. It seemed that this was the place he was talking about.

"However, Mr. Merlin was not unprepared." Dearborn picked up the tea cup and continued. "When he knew that it would be difficult for him to escape, he took advantage of his plan and made a magic circle to seal the entire Avalon Island.

, to prevent Morgana and the Banshees of the Lake from destroying the entire world."

Glenn nodded silently. From this point of view, this is the connection between the Avalon ruins and the sword fence ruins, and it also indirectly explains what happened to Patricia and the curse breakers when they explored the Avalon ruins.

And as Morgana's remnant soul returned to Hogwarts, Merlin's seal showed signs of loosening.

In this way, everything is connected.