Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizards, is also a famous wizard in the world of wizarding.

His position in the British wizarding world is detached, almost a symbol.

Merlin met with the old wizard and talked about some topics that were important to Merlin, but he did not expect that that brief meeting became a farewell.

On the road to Merlin's mansion, Merlin drove, Bill sat on the co-pilot, and his wife sat in the back row. The three of them did not speak, and the atmosphere in the car was a little frozen for a while.

"Tell me about it, Bill, about Dumbledore's death."

Merlin turned the steering wheel and asked softly:

"I don't have much intersection with the great wizard, but I think that a character like him, even if he died, will not be unknown, right?"

"He, he died last summer."

Bill answered in a hoarse voice.

The young man still has three scars on his face, and it seems that his vocal cords have also been injured. That is obviously a trace of a serious injury. With sadness and pain shining in his blue eyes, he said:

"Just died at Hogwarts. His favorite is also his family. A traitor betrayed us and killed him by shooting him down from the astronomical tower in a mean way."

"He is protecting his students until his death. His death is a loss to the entire wizarding world."

"Ok."

Merlin nodded, he didn't know what to say.

That was the war of wizards in faraway Britain. During these three years, Voldemort had completely prevailed because of the inaction of the British Ministry of Magic. He and his crazy followers began to persecute the wizards, which led to the escape of the wizards.

They didn't even dare to use the flyway network, they were afraid of being tracked by the increasingly rampant Death Eaters. They even had to disguise themselves as the Muggles they had always despised and escaped their country in the way of Muggles.

This is an absolute shame for those proud wizards.

And the death of Dumbledore is only a footnote to this intensifying wizard war.

"how about you?"

Merlin glanced at Bill. He found that Bill seemed to hate the sun. He sat in the car and raised his hands from time to time, blocking the direct light in front of him.

Merlin asked:

"I received a magic letter from Mr. Arthur, and he told me that you had an accident before you got married. This time you came to the United States to come for help?"

"I'm fine."

Bill seemed agitated, he said to Merlin:

"I want to stay in the UK and fight Voldemort more than here! I want to protect my family."

"Bill was bitten by a werewolf."

The beautiful lady sitting in the back row, Bill's newlywed wife, showed a worried expression and said to Merlin in a voice mixed with a French accent:

"Voldemort and his Death Eaters have captured the Ministry of Magic, and now there is no safe place in the whole of Britain. His father is worried about Bill's situation, so he is asked to come to the United States to seek the help and treatment of the doctors of the Magic Congress..."

"Furong! I'm fine!"

Bill shouted angrily:

"Don't treat me like a patient."

"You should calm down!"

Faced with Bill's angry roar, his wife Furong appeared calmer. She said:

"Whether you are a patient or not, the doctor has the final say. This battle will be fought for a long time. It will not be too late to go back after you have fully recovered!"

"I..."

Bill became more agitated by his wife's rebuttal. His eyes were a little red. Just when he made a noise again, Merlin, who was driving, pulled out his wand and a sleeping spell was thrown on Bill.

As soon as the latter's head was crooked, it leaned on the auxiliary seat and began to sleep.

"He was bitten by a werewolf?"

Merlin asked seriously:

"Did the werewolf before the animalization bite, or after the animalization?"

"Before Beastization."

Furong did not blame Merlin. She looked at her husband with concern and concern. She said:

"We know that Bill hasn't turned into a werewolf, but he has been very irritable recently and he likes to eat fried tender steaks, which both my father and I are worried about."

"Well, I will send you to the Magic Congress."

Merlin says:

"He may have been under too much pressure...I just heard you say that Voldemort captured the Ministry of Magic? That is to say, the British wizarding world is completely messed up now?"

"The situation is worse than you think."

Furong said:

"The Death Eaters began to search mud species openly and did not hide their hostility towards Muggles. Since the Ministry of Magic was broken last year, more than 200 people have died in the murder of Death Eaters, and there are many wizards. It is also mysteriously missing. Everyone suspects that they have suffered the poisonous hands of those bastards. The Phoenix Society is still fighting, but the Death Eaters have occupied an absolute advantage..."

"What about Harry? And Hermione and Ron."

Merlin asked again:

"These guys haven't written to me in weeks, which makes me a little worried about their situation."

"Harry, they are looking for some important treasures against Voldemort according to the message left by Dumbledore before he died."

Furong said vaguely:

"They are currently safe and the Phoenix is ​​protecting them."

"Really? I can't feel that they are safe. You need help, there is no doubt about it."

Merlin's expression became serious, he said:

"In the present situation, after Dumbledore's death, it is no longer possible to rely on you alone. If you need it, the European branch of SHIELD is happy to help, provided that you have to share with you. The information you have now."

"Let Muggles intervene in the wizarding war?"

Furong was born into a family of pure-blood wizards. When she heard Merlin's proposal, she suddenly widened her eyes in surprise. She said:

"It's impossible, you are letting your companions die again."

"My companions may not be able to deal with Voldemort's dark wizards, but it is not a problem to deal with some sparse and ordinary Death Eaters. You should take the time to go around the New York Magic Congress. Our cooperation with the Magic Congress has been seen for the first time. Results."

Merlin said softly:

"The era of your isolation should be over, girl, it is very inappropriate to give up the last reinforcements."

He glanced at Furong from the reversing mirror, he said:

"But it doesn't matter, you and your husband will feel at ease in New York for treatment, these things, I will directly contact your father Arthur."

Merlin was only 6 years older than Furong, but the cold temperament he exuded reminded Furong of the majestic professors he met at Booth Barton School of Witchcraft. After Merlin stopped talking, Furong didn't speak. thought.

They put the salute in Merlin's house, and then were sent to the Magic Congress, where Bill would receive medical treatment until he recovered.

Merlin also took this opportunity to chat with Chairman Samuel about the British Wizarding War.

Chairman Samuel was very sad about the fall of the wizarding world in Britain, but the cooperation between the Magic Congress and SDOLD has reached the most critical period. Seeing that the new order template of the wizarding community in North America will appear in New York, if all the The magic power went to Britain to support the war, and it was undoubtedly to declare the waste of all efforts in the past three years.

Not only the MPs of the Magic Congress will allow this to happen, but even Nick Fury will not allow the Magic Congress to halt halfway.

"Under Voldemort's full rise, sending some Aurors to the United Kingdom is of no avail, and Tan Shui has been completely mixed up."

Chairman Samuel told Merlin:

"Either the organization of the British wizarding community is overthrown, then even if the wizarding war spreads, the Ministry of Magic in Germany and France will not sit still. In general, the current situation has not been so anxious that we need help from far away. ."

"You know, the wizards in Europe don't like other people to point fingers at them."

"Stupid prejudice."

Merlin commented, he said to Chairman Samuel:

"Then we will watch the changes and I will report this to Secretary Fury. If he feels he should intervene, then our agents in Europe will join the war... I can't control how Voldemort tortured the wizard, but He has already begun to crumple the ordinary people. You must understand that His Excellency Samuel, protecting the innocent, is the most important responsibility of SHIELD.

"I can understand."

The old wizard sent Merlin to the fireplace at the entrance of Feilu. He leaned on his cane and said to Merlin:

"If Director Fury makes a final decision, I will send some Aurors to go with you."

"Well, thank you."

Merlin smiled at the old wizard. He took a handful of green powder from his pocket and sprinkled it towards the burning fireplace. In the green fire, Merlin waved at the old wizard, then turned and walked into the flame. .

The next moment, in the familiar whirlwind, Merlin appeared in front of his fireplace.

After cooperating with the Magic Congress, Merlin connected his fireplace to the flyway network so that he could receive the request for assistance and information sharing from the Aurors of the Magic Congress at the fastest speed.

But before he could breathe, a strange wave of magic appeared in the living room of the room.

Merlin pulled out his wand and raised his head, and he saw a group of people lying in their living room in a posture of stacking arhats under the action of the shifting spell.

The weight of these several people added together, which directly crushed the wooden table in the living room, and made the poor table make a loud broken noise.

"Harry? Hermione?"

Merlin looked at the embarrassed people. He saw several familiar children, and he even found an old acquaintance among them:

"Master Olivander? What are you guys...why?"

"Merlin!"

When the weak Hermione saw Merlin, her tears flowed out of her eyes, she threw herself into Merlin's arms and hugged Merlin tightly.

All the grievances and pains that I have suffered in the past six months, the kind of despair that the child can't bear, rolls out like a tide at this moment when approaching someone who can be trusted.

"It's okay, it's okay. Boy, I'm here, it's okay."

Merlin didn't know what happened, but judging from the embarrassed gestures of the children and the master rod maker Ollivander, they must have experienced some very bad things.

Merlin stroked Hermione's hair, and he calmed the painful girl.

His nose moved, he smelled the blood, and he grabbed Hermione's wrist. On the girl's arm, someone cut a **** wound with some kind of sharp weapon.

That's a line.

"Mudblood (mudblood)"

Merlin's expression became cold at this moment, like the cold winter wind where all the sunlight was gone.

"Who did it?"

He crouched down and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to help Hermione stop bleeding. He looked at Hermione and asked in a creepy, calm voice:

"Is it Voldemort? Is he hurting you?"

"No, it's a lunatic."

Hermione wanted to stop crying, but when she saw Merlin’s eyes, her tears couldn’t stop. She cried and said to Merlin:

"I used the oblivion curse on my parents... I let them forget me...the only way, the only way to protect them...I..."

"More than!"

As Hermione spoke, behind Merlin, Harry screamed.

Merlin turned around and saw Harry holding a weird goblin in a ragged robe, worn leather boots at his feet and a dagger in his chest.

Harry hugged it, and he wanted to pull out the dagger.

"Don't move it!"

Merlin stopped sharply:

"You pull it out now, the goblin will die immediately!"

"Then what should I do?"

The smudged Harry looked at Merlin desperately, and he said in a crying cry:

"Please, Mr. Merlin, save Dobby, it saved us from desperation."

"Okay, let it all go."

Merlin stood up, took off his coat, and handed it to Hermione. He reached out to untie his sleeves and cuffs, and said to Ron, who was on the side, and another girl:

"Ron, move the table over here! Hermione, go to my basement and get the healing potions and sutures to let the poor goblin live a few more minutes. Master Oliver, please go to the second drawer in the kitchen Sterilize the scalpel! Harry, put the goblin on the table and move lightly, its life is as weak as a candle in the wind."

Merlin unbuttoned the first button on his neck again. He moved his ten fingers and said to Harry:

"I'm going to have an operation on it... but don't hope too much, Harry."

"Although I have rich theoretical experience, this is the first time I have actually performed surgery on a person, and the subject of the operation is still a fairy that I am not familiar with."

"Dead or alive, it depends on its luck."

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