Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"Wow! The latest witch robe!"

In Merlin's hotel room, Little Hermione, who had finally returned from her vacation, screamed excitedly holding a black wizard robe embellished with patterns.

Just like those women who saw the latest Lv bags.

It was a Christmas gift from Merlin. Today is December 17, 1992, and there are only a few days before Christmas.

"I saw this in Mrs. Mokin's robe shop. This is the most popular style this year."

Hermione held her robe and looked at Merlin. She said:

"It's too expensive, I can't ask for it."

Talking, the little wizard returned the robe to Merlin with a sad face. The latter reached out and touched Hermione's hair. He smiled and said:

"No more gifts can express my gratitude, little Hermione, keep it. Besides, I heard from Mr. Arthur, I’m for my business, but promised to date a stupid boy, your The sacrifice is too great."

Speaking of this, Hermione blushed, and twitched and replied:

"Ron is actually okay, just a little stupid, a little reckless, and a little sour, but he is after all a descendant of a pure-blood wizard and has a high status in the wizarding world. And compared with other pure-blood wizard families, The people of the Weasley family are actually very friendly."

"Okay, stop saying this."

Merlin reached out and pointed to dozens of small bags of magic cat food stacked in the corner. Crookshanks was lying on his cat food. The ugly face was full of happy expressions. It was guarding its Christmas gifts, just like It is the same as guarding an entire paradise.

"Those things are for Crookshanks. Can you take them back?"

"Uh, I'm having a hard time alone."

Hermione holding her new robe, she said to Merlin:

"But I can get someone to help. My friend Harry has a magic pocket left by his father, and he can easily pack these things away."

"Well, alright."

Merlin looked at his watch. He picked up his backpack and the packed trolley case and said to Hermione:

"Then I will go first, Little Hermione, my friend is waiting for me in Paris. The next time I come to London, I will call you."

"Is this going away? Merlin."

Hermione reluctantly said to Merlin:

"Will you not stay and have a meal with my friends?"

"Even this time, Little Hermione."

Merlin shook his head, he said gently:

"Like your friends are waiting for you, my friends are waiting for me."

"Wait, Merlin, you went to Diagon Alley. Did you buy a wand?"

Hermione suddenly remembered something, and she asked curiously:

"Merlin, can you show me your wand?"

"Okay."

Merlin smiled. He pulled Lola out of the special box hanging from his waist and placed it in front of Hermione's eyes. The result was a cry from the little girl.

"Dumbledore is on! Red! There are claws!"

Hermione tipped her toes and moved closer, her eyes widened, she exclaimed:

"It's so cool!"

She looked up at Merlin, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes:

"Mr. Merlin, can I touch your wand?"

"Touch it."

Merlin handed Lola to Hermione, and he told:

"Mr. Ollivander said Lola had a bad temper, you have to...be careful!"

At the moment Hermione's finger touched the wand, Lola, a dark red lightning jumped from the wand and was hitting the unexpectedly small Hermione's finger. The huge magic power was like an invisible hand, smashed in The little wizard made her scream and flew out.

"Uh"

Merlin's body smelt into smoke, and he gathered at the rear, opened his hands, and caught Hermione flying out. The dizzy little wizard was not hurt, but she was really scared.

"Well, your wand is really bad tempered... I am the first to see such a wand with personality."

Hermione stared at the red ghost claw wand suspended in the air, she said to Merlin:

"It... is it called Lola?"

"Yes, it's called Lola."

Merlin's hand directed the wave, and the wand suspended in the air floated gently and landed on Merlin's palm, allowing Merlin to insert it back into the thin box fixed around his waist.

"Your wand is as strange as yours."

Hermione pouted and said angrily. However, the little wizard was not angry, but held Crookshanks unwilling to leave his food, and sent Merlin to the door of the hotel.

Merlin sat in the car, shook her hand at Hermione, who waved goodbye, and then lowered the window.

In the driver's seat in front of him, an unsmiling driver in a trench coat whispered:

"Mr. Merlin, I will take you directly to Heathrow Airport. We have already booked a ticket for you. Chief Gattler is waiting for you in Paris."

"Well, yes, thank you."

Merlin smiled at the driving agent. He no longer spoke, but leaned on the seat, eyes closed, and seemed to be resting.

But in fact, he was memorizing the magic spells and spell models I saw this morning. After getting his wand, the magic in Merlin’s body operated more easily, and the speed of darkness’s erosion of the soul has been slowed down at least. Ten times, this means that within a short period of time, Merlin no longer needs to worry about things that are out of control.

Ah, I can finally live a relaxed life.

A few hours later, Merlin's plane landed in Paris, and Gattler was waiting for him in the waiting room as before.

When he saw Merlin dressed in a gray casual suit, frameless glasses, and dressed like a young boss, Gattler stepped forward and gave his friend a hug.

He reached over to take Merlin's trolley case and patted Merlin's shoulder. The old cowboy smiled and said:

"It looks good. Merlin, it seems that your illness has improved?"

"Yes, I met a good doctor in Brighton."

Merlin smiled, reached for a box of plain cigars from his backpack, and handed it to Gattler. He said:

"Merry Christmas, my friend."

"Huh? You are determined. But you are probably disappointed. I didn't prepare a gift for you."

Gattler took the cigar and looked up and down. He puzzled and said:

"This brand of cigar, how have I never seen it before? Where did you buy it?"

"This thing is not available outside."

Merlin laughed and said:

"This is really good stuff, just enjoy it slowly. By the way, Gattler, can I send something to Fury from here? I also bought them gifts."

"of course can!"

While leading the way ahead, Gattler said to Merlin:

"We have a special postal channel inside, and we can send it to any base. Originally, I wanted to have a meal with you first, but now it seems that I should go back to the base first."

"OK, you can lead the way."

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A few days later, the location was kept in the "Isolated Island Prison."

Agent Barton returned to his room with a puzzled face. In this very high-security prison, he lived in a very wide place, but the walls of this house were made of metal. See Going up does not seem to be a place to rest, but rather like a strict prison.

"Merry Christmas!"

Hawkeye Button opened the box with a knife near his hand. There was a card with a line written on it, and the payment was "Merlin Riley."

Patton nodded clearly, he set the card aside and picked up the contents of the box.

It was a very worn pair, which looked like some kind of leather-made handguards, and they were all a little white, and seemed to have been used by others for a long time.

This strange Christmas present made Agent Barton frown.

He thought it was a prank from Merlin, but think about it. When Merlin is so fanatical, when you need to hide your whereabouts now, it is not likely to be a prank if you send it through internal circulation channels.

A few minutes later, Agent Barton picked up a sharp paper knife and slashed **** the worn guards, but no trace of scratches remained.

This made Hawkeye's eyes widen, and he pulled out the fighting knife around his waist again, grasped it with both hands, and stabbed it fiercely towards the glove in front of him. As a result, he still failed to puncture it, leaving only a scratch.

In Barton's gaze, the white scratches disappeared like a healed wound within ten seconds.

"Weird stuff."

Hawkeye commented a sentence, and then reached out and took the glove to his hand. This glove is not the same as the fingerless glove he usually uses. As an archer, he must let his fingers touch the bow string to better handle it. Controls the strength of the arrows flying out, so under normal circumstances, he will not wear such fully covered gloves.

However, the old gloves sent by Merlin were very peculiar. When Barton took it, his finger movements were as flexible as before, and he could not even feel the existence of the gloves.

But it did exist, and it was extremely tough. Agent Barton suspected that even if it was shot with a pistol, it would not necessarily break it.

For a top shooter like him, using such a thing to protect his hands is simply better.

"Good stuff."

Eagle Eye moved his ten fingers, he sighed, but then, Patton, who was not good at speaking, frowned again.

"Should I also return the gift to him?"

"Then... what to send?"

Thinking about it, Hawkeye didn't think of anything Merlin needed. Eventually, he stood up, walked to the suitcase he always carried with him, opened it, and took out a sheathed knife from it .

He looked at the knife in front of him. Eventually, he shook his head and put it back again. Then beside the knife, he picked up a black Colt pistol and finally closed the suitcase.

Agent Barton walked out of his room, preparing to return his return gift, and he saw the black widow Natasha coming over.

On weekdays, Patton would only say hello indifferently, but today, he couldn’t help but glance at Natasha more. It’s not that Natasha changed something today, it’s just her face, which looks special today. Naturally, there should be no makeup, but the whole person looks radiant, as if she was several years younger out of thin air.

And most surprisingly, Natasha also holds a box in her hand.

"Clint."

Natasha looked at Button and the black pistol in his hand. She asked:

"What do you do with a gun? Don't you never use a gun?"

"Christmas gifts."

Button briefly said:

"For Merlin."

"Oh, salute."

There was a strange smile on the black widow's face. She waved the box to Barton. She said:

"Me too, let's go together."

"Ok."

Patton nodded and walked with Natasha to the communications office at the base of the island.

"Am I particularly beautiful today?"

"..."

"Well, I need another person's evaluation, and I don't know that the creams that Merlin bought there are particularly magical."

"Well, it's really beautiful."

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Just as Barton and Natasha received Christmas gifts, in an apartment in Brooklyn, New York, Fury, who had just finished dinner, also sat at the desk and opened the box in front of him.

"Merry Christmas!"

He looked at Merlin's handwritten card, and there was a smile on his dark face, but it was fleeting.

Fury put the card aside and picked up the first thing in the box. It was a sunglasses. The style was quite old. If Fury remembered correctly, his father who had participated in World War II had such a sunglasses. .

Fury can still see a lot of scratches on the frame of this old sunglasses, which means that this is not a brand new sunglasses, as if it has been used by others.

This made Fury a little unhappy.

"I can't deliver anything."

Fury snorted, put his sunglasses aside, and took out the second thing.

It was a black flight jacket and a very old style, which made Fury feel even more depressed. He shot the flight jacket on the table and almost broke his mouth.

"This prank is not fun at all!"

A few minutes later, the angry Fury took the old sunglasses to the balcony, and his wife was preparing dinner.

Fury's wife is a very mysterious woman. Fury hides her very well, protects it very well, and never lets his wife be involved in his dangerous secrets.

The Level 3 civilian agent in the Logistics Division of the Strategic Danger Intervention and Intelligence Service stood on the balcony. He looked at the sunglasses in his hand, and he wanted to throw it away. But after all, it was Merlin’s intention, and Fury didn’t throw it downstairs, he sighed:

"Old is a bit old, but it is also a classic, anyway. I will forgive you this time."

After finishing speaking, he buckled the sunglasses on his face casually, and at the next moment, the horizon in front of Fury became extremely bright...

The faint, invisible magic power wrapped around the lens, so that the dim night of the outside world could no longer block his eyes.

Fury froze on the balcony. He shook his head from side to side like a fool. When he saw his eyes, everything was as clear as day. He could even clearly see the two little lovers hiding in the dark in the garden downstairs.

After a few seconds, Fury took off his sunglasses violently, and his eyes became dark again, and then he put on his sunglasses again, took off, and took on again... so back and forth four or five times, Fo Rui was finally determined.

This is not a prank. Merlin really sent Christmas presents, and the effectiveness of this thing has amazed people like Fury.

"Damn!"

"It's time to prepare a return..."

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