Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Merlin, there was a monster just now..."

"Get in the car, go back and talk!"

At the door of St. Agnes Abbey, driving the car, a serious Merlin waved to the three children on the side of the road and let them enter the car.

He stood at the side of the road again, and the worried Paul prince nodded, then turned the steering wheel to let the blue babysitter drive towards his home.

Ten minutes later, in the living room of Merlin's mansion, he was sitting on the sofa with a few children. In front of the children, the little stone gleaming in fog and emitting pale light was being pinched by Merlin in his hands.

He looked at Harry and Ron, and he asked:

"what is this?"

"It's dementors!"

The answer to Merlin was Hermione, who explained to Merlin while helping some fevered Ginny apply ice to her forehead:

"That was the jailer of the British Ministry of Magic at the Azkaban Magic Prison. It is said that it only exists in Europe, and I did not expect it to be in the United States."

"No, these are the dementors of the Ministry of Magic!"

Harry shook his head and denied Hermione's claim.

The young man, while watching the unpleasant howling stones in Merlin's hands, rubbed the scars on his forehead slightly, he said:

"I know them...my head hurts every time I encounter them. It's the same as on the train 2 years ago."

"Yes, I heard my father say it."

Ron glanced at the stone slightly fearfully, and he said uncomfortably:

"Father and mother once said during a chat that only the British Ministry of Magic had control over the dementors. They used these dangerous creatures as hunters and guards hundreds of years ago."

"That means..."

Merlin looked at the cold stone in his hand. He said cautiously and doubtfully:

"To deal with a few of your children, officials of the British Ministry of Magic would actually drive the dementors across the ocean to North America? They also risk angering the North American Magic Congress. Why should they do this?"

Merlin looked at several children, and he seriously asked:

"Did you carry something important? Or did you accidentally know any important secrets?"

"No!"

Hermione shook her head, she said:

"We are all little wizards, and the most precious thing we have come into contact with is the magic stone of Nick Mailer, but that thing has been destroyed by Dumbledore. We don't know any important secrets."

The other three children nodded. They thought Hermione said something very reasonable.

"Maybe it's because you did something that angered the Ministry of Magic."

Sitting next to Merlin, Eric chimed in like listening to a story:

"For example, what mistakes did you make, or offended a big man."

"When I was in Oakland, there was a murder in my neighborhood. The perpetrator was a gang member from Texas. The dead guy cheated money on their site, so they chased them thousands of miles away. Go to Oakland and kill him."

The black boy propped his face with his palm, he said:

"Although I don't know your true identity, I feel that what you are experiencing now is very similar to that unlucky egg at the time."

"No, we are little wizards."

Ginny replied somewhat weakly:

"All our magic careers were spent at Hogwarts College, and we have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic."

"No! No!"

Sitting on the side of her meditative thoughts, Hermione frowned, and she recalled following Eric's thoughts. After a moment, she stood up suddenly and said to the others:

"Yes! We had an encounter with the Ministry of Magic! Just last year, at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric died in the hands of the mysterious man. Harry was the only witness...Remember? In that piece After the incident, the Ministry of Magic sent people to interview each of us, and their attitude was very bad."

"Oh yes!"

Ron nodded and said:

"There is this thing. Because Harry and Cedric were sent to another place by the door key at that time, there was no second witness, so they slandered that it was Harry who killed Cedric. They also claimed in the school that the mystery Man has long been dead, he will never come back."

"They banned us from discussing this matter, my parents said that Minister Fuji was afraid and he refused to admit that fact..."

"He was afraid that Dumbledore would use this to challenge his authority."

Ginny whispered:

"A few days ago, I secretly heard my mom and dad talking at night. They said that Fudge planned to ban the news about the return of the mysterious people in the entire jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. He claimed that Harry was a Shameless liar, he also said that he wanted to catch this outrageous liar."

"Children, children!"

Merlin held out his hand and interrupted the discussion of several children. He rubbed his forehead and said to them:

"I know you found the clues, which is good. But please take care of us Muggles? Can anyone tell me who the mysterious person is? I know the Minister of Magic Fuji, it is said to be a very arrogant Guy, but why should he be afraid of this mysterious man? And...Harry, what did you experience last year?"

Merlin looked at Harry sitting silently. He said:

"Sounds like, you seem to have witnessed a murder in the wizarding world? And all this seems to be related to this matter?"

"The mysterious man is called Voldemort."

Hermione seemed afraid of the name. She lowered her voice and said to Merlin:

"He was a big devil more than a decade ago. He was a madman like a powerful wizard. He controlled many wizards with soul-taking spells and commanded dark creatures like dementors and werewolves. He set off a catastrophe in the wizarding world. We have not experienced those years of suffering, but I heard Mr. Arthur say that Voldemort and his Death Eaters almost subverted the order of the wizarding world."

"It was a dark time."

Ron recalled what his parents said. He told Merlin:

"It is said that any wizard who dares to resist Voldemort will encounter bad luck. He even killed the wizard's entire family because some people criticized him, even the Muggle relatives have not let go."

"Harry's parents and my parents and some other wizards formed the Phoenix to fight him. Voldemort went to Harry's house in person to kill Harry's parents, but a very mysterious thing happened that night. ..."

Ron glanced at Harry. He said:

"Voldemort is dead...Many people say that Harry killed him. But Harry was still a baby."

"Voldemort...what a bad name."

Merlin shook his head, and he looked at Harry:

"So, is that why you are called the Son of Destiny? Harry."

"Ok."

Harry raised his head and pointed to the lightning scar on his forehead. He said to Merlin:

"I lost my parents that night. I didn't know what happened. But this scar was left to me by Voldemort. It hurts. Every time it encounters creatures and events related to him, it will hurt painfully. "

"Last year, three magical academies in Europe joined forces to host the top three, and Cedric and I were both "Warriors" at Hogwarts College, but that was actually a conspiracy."

Harry painfully recalled the last semester, he said softly:

"That was Voldemort's follower, the crazy little Batty Crouch. He turned the goblet of fire into a door key, and Cedric and I held the trophy, and the two of us were teleported to one In the weird cemetery. I saw with my own eyes... Voldemort's followers killed Cedric. It seemed like a ritual, and Voldemort was resurrected, right in front of me."

"what!"

Harry's scar began to ache again. He held his head and said intermittently:

"I saw it with my own eyes and he was resurrected. But no one, no one wants to believe me."

"Okay, what a poor child."

Merlin reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder. He whispered:

"I probably understand."

"They are all afraid of the returning head, like an ostrich in danger, burying their head in the sand. They feel the fear, which makes them do stupid and crazy things."

Merlin turned to look at Hermione and Ron. He said:

"I heard you said that little wizards can't use magic during the summer vacation. If they violate the rules, they will be traced by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Ok."

Hermione and Ron nodded at the same time.

"Well, I know what they did to send Dementors."

With a disdainful smile on Merlin's face, he said:

"This is a conspiracy, no doubt."

"They caught the rules and used the rules to drag you into the trap. If I guessed right, someone will soon inform you...you were arrested for illegally using magic in front of Muggles."

As soon as Merlin's words fell, a gray owl murmured and landed in Merlin's yard, with a letter in his mouth, about to scream.

But the next moment, a yellow lightning fell from the top of the building, pushing the unexpectedly owl all over the ground.

It's cooing.

The orange cat cooed as if it had grabbed its prey. It clasped its paw into the neck of the owl and grabbed it vigorously, only a few seconds later, the owl, which is a magical creature, completely lost its breath.

Cuckoo dragged an owl larger than his body, and walked towards the edge of the yard. Behind it, Crookshanks was like a small classmate. After Cuckoo, he seemed to be ready to enjoy a wild dinner.

"No! Crookshank, you stupid cat! Don't eat that disgusting thing, come back!"

Hermione wanted to stop her pet, but Merlin stopped her.

Merlin said to Hermione:

"Don't disturb it while it's eating...it's dangerous."

After finishing speaking, Merlin waved his hand, and the letter that fell on the ground and was still stained with blood flew towards several people.

It landed on the table, the next moment, as if it were activated. The envelope made of kraft paper floated strangely in the air, the blue sealing wax twisted into a woman's lips, and then in a sharp and mean voice, said to Harry:

"Mr. Harry James Potter, the Ministry of Magic detected that you were using illegal magic in the presence of Father Muggle in the face of Father Muggle in New York, USA this afternoon. Now I will inform you in the name of the Ministry of Magic that you must Return in a day..."

"Snapped"

Before the letter was finished, Merlin grabbed it, and black smoke oozed out of Merlin's hands. The mixed hot Mars quickly lit the envelope.

It made a sharp scream and then turned to ashes in the hot smoke.

Merlin clapped his hands, shaking the ashes down in the trash can. He leaned on the sofa and said to the four little wizards in front of him:

"Look! I'm right..."

"That group of **** is very slippery. They are using rules to deal with you. And I guess they may be hiding somewhere in New York now...watching you."

"Then what should we do?"

Harry looked at Merlin anxiously, who shrugged:

"We do nothing."

He said to the little wizards:

"Do you know why those in the Ministry of Magic dare not come forward and arrest you?"

Merlin pointed his feet:

"This is not under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic. There is another organization that maintains order. They do not want to anger their colleagues, so they can only hide in the dark and play a conspiracy."

"You stay in my house!"

Merlin snorted coldly. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. He said to the four little wizards:

"In the laws of this country, anyone who breaks into a residential house can be killed on the spot! I want to see, those sneaky guys, dare to step into my house and dare to face me , Take away my guests rudely!"

Looking at the worries and fears in the eyes of the children, he said softly:

"Don't be afraid, children. I promised Arthur to protect you, and I will honor my promise. No matter who came, don't want to spare me to hurt you."

"Hello, Tucker?"

Merlin put the phone in his ear, he said:

"I need something powerful to protect myself. Yes, the same specifications as the last time, send it now."

After finishing the call, Merlin gave a slightly cold smile to the little wizards who were watching him. He said:

"Do you know, what is the best thing about fighting a wizard?"

The children shook their heads, and Merlin gave a strange smile.

He took the pistol from his waist and placed it on the table, then said to the children:

"The wizard is not alien..."

"Although they have all kinds of weird spells, if they are accidentally hit by bullets, they will also die..."

"Maybe, it's time to use Muggle to give these bold wizards a small "warning."

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