Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 212: Merlin Can't Stand Losing

In a clearing in an ancient forest.

The mottled sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, outlining fine shadows around Merlin. The breeze blew gently, the leaves rustled, and his face was filled with an extremely incredible look of surprise.

After countless years of baptism, he had already understood many mysteries of the world, and ordinary things could hardly move him. However, at that moment, he really couldn't hold it back.

Ian's figure was particularly clear under the scorching sun. He held a seemingly ordinary magic wand in his hand, but the light flashing at the tip of the wand made Merlin feel palpitations. It was the unique magical fluctuation of the legendary wizard, powerful and profound, as if it contained endless mysteries and the power to turn the world upside down.

"Fuck!"

In general.

Merlin is a very cultured gentleman who would not swear casually, but this is obviously not an ordinary situation. The powerful magic that suddenly erupted from Ian's body was like a surging torrent, proving to this legendary wizard that he really has the capital to challenge. The other party's young or immature face is so eye-catching.

"This……"

Merlin opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but his throat was choked by the sudden shock, and he stood still as if frozen.

He had only one thought in his mind - how is this possible? Merlin murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of disbelief. He had seen countless geniuses, but he had never met anyone who could compare to himself.

In any case, this will inevitably make Merlin develop arrogance in his heart. There are countless geniuses in the world, but none of them are as good as him. For Merlin, his arrogance is a completely reasonable mentality.

however.

now.

A boy who looked no more than ten years old, and whose actual age was probably only ten years old, appeared in front of Merlin. Merlin could never have expected that the other party was also a legend.

A teenage legend?

Ten years or even longer than yourself?
Has this guy been studying magic since he was in the womb?
Even if that's true, it's quite exaggerated!
"So, this is what gives you the courage to challenge me." Merlin's pupils flickered slightly. He was still shocked in his heart, but he also understood why the little wizard in front of him dared to make a bet with him.

Not because of courage.

It was because… the newcomers wanted to test their own talents with the old ones. As for the gems that the little girl next to him was talking about, Merlin felt that no legendary wizard would be tempted by them.

Excuse.

It should just be an excuse.

Just as Merlin's mind was fluctuating, Ian had already moved. He first tapped his wand, and the runes appeared. An invisible confinement spell instantly took shape, locking the struggling shadow creature in his hand tightly. The shadow creature let out a sharp hiss, but it did not prevent Ian from throwing it to little Morgan.

Ian always felt a little uneasy when fighting with wizards of the same level with this thing, because no one knew whether this evil thing would do anything tricky during the battle.

Don't let it affect your chances of getting the three big gems that belong to you. Of course, there is also the time converter, and it is difficult for Ian to determine which one is the most important item for him.

"Watch it."

Ian spoke softly.

"Okay, teacher."

Little Morgan took the shadow creature and wanted to play with it curiously, but soon her attention was attracted by Ian's next action, and the magical life in her hand suddenly lost its appeal.

I saw.

Ian waved his wand again, this time, his movements were even more swift and fierce. A stream of blazing flames gushed out from the tip of his wand and instantly transformed into huge fire dragons.

They roared and rushed towards Merlin. The blue dragon seemed to be able to swallow even the soul. It symbolized the fierce fire that burned everything and the powerful transformation technique.

The fierce fire spread at an extremely fast speed, devouring everything in its path. The surrounding thick trees were instantly ignited by the fierce fire, making crackling sounds, and turned into ashes in just a few seconds. Thick smoke rose up and quickly spread, almost shrouding everything around in darkness and terror.

This scene deeply shocked little Morgan.

Simultaneously.

It also gave Merlin a glimpse into a different system of magic.

"Look what I've encountered, a teenage legend." Merlin was already on high alert. As a senior, he let Ian take the initiative.

Seeing the fierce fire spreading all around and blocking every area, a hint of surprise flashed across Merlin's eyes. He did not take any action. The fierce fire pounced on his body but penetrated through the golden ripples.

It's some kind of magic.

It could also be the power that comes from blood.

At the moment when the fierce fire was about to devour him, his body suddenly became illusory. Sometimes it was clearly visible, as if it was within reach; sometimes it became blurry and illusory, like a misty phantom. As if it had merged with the surrounding air, the fierce fire passed through his body but failed to cause any harm to him.

Magic cannot reach things that do not exist.

"Such a brilliant talent... Are you from the Age of Gods?" Merlin stared at the little wizard who was surrounded by fierce fire and looked like a demon. He speculated about Ian's origins. It was no wonder that Merlin had such a sudden idea. After all, he had already noticed the inharmonious fluctuations in Ian and knew that Ian did not belong to this time.

therefore.

In his opinion.

Only the Age of Gods, where miracles and wonders coexist, could have spawned such an astonishing genius - the Age of Gods was the most mysterious era in the wizarding world. Legend has it that wizards of that era often dealt with gods, which is completely different from the present time when miracles are rare. Only such an environment could create a legend of ten years old.

At least that's what Merlin judged.

but.

Ian did not give any response to this. His eyes remained calm, as if he had already expected that Fiendfyre could not hurt Merlin. He lightly tapped the air with his wand again.

The surging magic power is erupting.

The power from the paradox was locking onto the future in which Merlin would be hit by the Fiendfyre - Merlin's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately sensed Ian's intention.

“Is this your legendary essence?”

Merlin could clearly sense that his ability was failing, but he did not panic. "Exposing my true nature so early is not a choice for an experienced wizard."

At the moment when his body completely transitioned from illusion to reality, Merlin spread his hands, and then countless golden flames gushed out and collided with Ian's fierce fire.

It was as if huge thunder between heaven and earth was constantly exploding.

The blazing flames illuminated half of the sky.

The scorching air waves hit in the face, making people feel as if they are in a sea of ​​fire in hell. The surrounding air is distorted by the high temperature, making bursts of "sizzling" sounds.

The two flames intertwined in the air, making a deafening roar. Little Morgan was so frightened that she took several steps back, but her eyes were still fixed on the colliding magic.

"This is what I crave...magic!"

The golden fire and the blue fire intertwined, as if two angry dragons were biting each other, and the surrounding space was twisted and broken by the collision of the two flames. In the center of the collision of the two flames, the figures of Merlin and Ian were looming, as if they were shuttling through this fire storm.

The flames roared.

The boundless sea of ​​fire and the figures in it were reflected in little Morgan's bright eyes.

Have unprecedented ambitions.

At this point, it had already taken root in her heart.

"Boom! Boom!"

The fierce fire and the golden flame tore at each other, forming a gorgeous but dangerous picture. They entangled and tore each other, constantly devouring and counter-devouring. Under the impact of this powerful magic, the surrounding space began to distort and fluctuate, as if a crumpled mirror could shatter and collapse at any time.

The entire sky seemed to be torn apart, with fierce fire and golden flames filling the sky. Each cluster of flames leaped with terrifying magical power, baking the land within a radius of ten miles into a pile of white bones.

Countless animals suffered.

Fortunately, little Morgan was protected by the protection given by Ian.

"It was so intense."

Merlin looked at the fierce battle scene in front of him, his brows knitted tightly into the shape of a "川" character, and shook his head helplessly, "It seems that this place is not suitable for our battle, so let's change a place."

In the confrontation with Ian.

He was also able to spare some time to raise his hands and overlap complicated seals in the air. This was a technique of casting spells using both hands and did not require the assistance of any external objects.

I saw.

Merlin raised his hands above his head and continued to make hand seals, chanting an ancient and mysterious spell. As he chanted, the space around him began to change dramatically. The forest that was originally covered by the fierce fire gradually became blurred, and the trees, grass, and streams gradually became blurred under the influence of this mysterious power.

"Hmm?" Ian's eyebrows slightly raised. He felt a strong spatial fluctuation. The next moment, his body was wrapped by an invisible force, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly. The original forest, lake, and fire disappeared in an instant, replaced by an endless desert.

Under Merlin's magic, Ian and Merlin were transferred to this desert.

The scorching sun shines unhindered on the golden sand, reflecting a dazzling light. The wind blows with a whistle, rolling up the dust all over the sky. The whole desert seems to be covered by a layer of yellow gauze, making a "humming" sound, as if telling the vicissitudes and loneliness of this land.

"It's different from the space magic of Apparition." Ian savored it carefully. Merlin was amazed at his magic system, and he was also amazed at the magic used by Merlin.

"This is the most suitable battlefield for us." Merlin whispered, his voice still steady. Even though Ian was also a legend, he still had the confidence to win.

"What magic did you just use?" Ian asked without stopping. He tapped his wand again and fierce fire gushed out from his wand again.

It collided with Merlin's golden flame. The flames intertwined, as if they were going to burn the entire desert to ashes. The yellow sand turned into scorched earth under the scorching flames.

The hot wind blew their robes. "Want to learn? Then defeat me... let me have a taste of failure." Merlin responded softly, with a hint of expectation in his voice.

"Your wand is also very interesting. I hope to study it. I can feel that your fire stick is very special." This was obviously another round of betting.

Ian was noncommittal.

"What a coincidence! Since I started learning magic, I have never really lost. Now, I will not lose either." Ian's eyes were calm, and infinite magic power appeared as he waved the wand in his hand.

A raging green plague spread across his feet and quickly spread in all directions. This was the Avada Plague, a terrible black magic that brought death to anyone who touched it.

Unlike his battle with the young Dumbledore, Ian obviously did not need to hold back against Merlin. If Merlin died, it would only prove that the wizard king praised by ancient and modern times was in name only.

no way.

Ian knew that his white magic could never defeat Merlin.

Black magic is what Ian is really good at. If his white magic is 1, then his black magic is 100. In just a blink of an eye, the Avada plague has spread to Merlin's feet.

"Blood curse?" Merlin sensed the characteristics of the Avada plague, the horror of being able to trace back to its source and affect blood relatives, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"You really are learning some scary things." Merlin quickly folded his hands in front of him, and suddenly a pair of bright golden wings bloomed behind him.

That is not a physical entity.

It is the manifestation of some kind of magic.

Each feather on its wings was distinct and sparkling with dazzling light. Every flap of its wings created a golden ripple, as if to dye everything around it with a sacred color.

As the wings flapped, golden light spread out like a tide, containing a terrifying forbidden magic power. This power directly dispelled Ian's Avada Plague.

The green magic that was raging in the air and on the earth, carrying the breath of death, quickly dissipated under the impact of the golden light, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Even the magical fluctuations around Ian were strongly disturbed. Yes, it was spreading towards Ian, and the forbidden magic power was like an invisible storm, roaring towards Ian.

It wasn't just about sealing Ian's magic.

We must also ban Ian’s right to cast spells!
"This isn't normal magic!"

Ian's face instantly became solemn. He felt the powerful oppression of this force. At the same time, he also felt the special traces contained in this force.

"Yes, that's right."

Merlin responded.

"I can feel how powerful you are. Ordinary legendary wizards may not be able to compete with your legendary nature. However, unfortunately, you cannot defeat me today."

He was suspended in mid-air.

Behind.

The wings gradually turned into a golden corona.

"There is a gap between legends. I am ahead of you. This is a road to heaven, and I have reached... demigod." Merlin raised his index finger and pointed at Ian.

In an instant.

Ian felt the pressure as if heaven and earth were crushing him.

"I created and promoted the breathing method and intervened in the disputes between kingdoms in order to move forward. Now, you are the first wizard to experience this path forward."

"Survive, and then... catch up with me." As if it came from a voice resounding between heaven and earth, a power containing rules burst out from Merlin's fingertips.

That is an oracle that cannot be violated.

Ian clearly felt that his essence as a wizard was disappearing and being stripped away. His perception of magic power was also gradually becoming blurred and illusory.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"I'm not a wizard, this is a fallacy." Ian quickly used the power of paradox to reconfirm the existence of his own magic power, and then spoke in a voice that also contained rules.

"Your power hit me, but it sealed yourself." He was determining the future, but his own lack of status prevented him from fully influencing Merlin.

but.

This did not affect the fact that he had already removed the magic suppression imposed by Merlin.

"Damn it! What a filthy thing you are!" Merlin obviously didn't expect that Ian's legendary characteristics could actually counter his own authority. He created a path for himself to master magic.

This should be the nemesis of all wizards.

however.

His golden light shone on Ian.

In the end, Ian's right to cast spells was not deprived.

Instead, there is a feeling of being rebounded.

This really made Merlin feel inexplicably shocked.

"Same here, same here, we're both screwed." Ian regained the right to cast spells, feeling his own magic power, a little scared. He was quite afraid of Merlin's evil ability just now.

"Demi god?"

Merlin was confused and puzzled.

"Just a wizard."

Ian was suspended in the rain of fire again, his black robe billowing like the eternal night. The young wizard raised the wand in his left hand, and the magic of "clear spring like water" had an incredible effect in his hand.

He created a rushing river out of thin air! A rushing river appeared out of thin air, sparkling and gurgling, incompatible with the surrounding environment yet in harmony with it.

This river does not come from the ground, but pours down from the inverted, yellow river in the sky, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth flowing with magical waves.

"This magic is indeed exquisite, but ordinary magic cannot hurt me. Obviously, if I don't fight hard, I probably won't be able to break through your evil power."

Merlin sighed.

"How about a draw?"

He made a proposal.

Ian shook his head with a normal expression.

"Is it really impossible to hurt you? Master Merlin, imagination is always the most powerful power of a wizard, and at this moment, I just want you to taste my power."

The words fell.

The river in the sky began to steam.

The rain poured down in torrents... and directly soaked Merlin. Since he didn't feel the curse or hidden magic, Merlin just frowned and licked his wet lips.

"Poison rain?"

He sensed a strange smell.

But I don't care.

As a master of potions and an almighty wizard who was equally good at magic, he was least afraid of poison. Facing Merlin's contempt, Ian, who had already hidden far away, gave an honest answer.

"No, it's aged female dragon urine, mixed with dozens of sexually transmitted diseases that won't appear for a thousand years. Oh, and there's also the Black Death and anthrax that you may not have heard of, which will be prevalent in the future."

"I also added some rabies virus and smallpox virus. It's a pity that my good uncle has not studied Ebola, otherwise I would like to add some too. I still have to give it a try."

The little wizard loves to create his own magic, and this is also his own black magic.

Perhaps this kind of magic is relatively slow in the Nine Clans series, and its lethality is not particularly great. However, at this time, it caused a far stronger critical effect on Merlin than the Avada Plague. This kind of magic may not be able to really hurt Merlin's body, but Ian believes that it has hurt Merlin's heart.

This is not.

Merlin's originally calm smile froze in an instant, and he turned into a stream of golden light in the rainstorm, running away in the direction without rain. He didn't understand what rabies and Ebola were, but he could draw inferences from one instance and realized that these were definitely not good things.

"I won."

Ian pulled out his camera.

He pressed the shutter button towards Merlin who was running away.

far away.

"×&%￥#@, §№☆2113^&%!$#&%￥????" Merlin didn't respond to Ian's declaration of victory. He just kept saying some vulgar words.

Cursing and cursing.

In the opinion of the little wizard, he really has no quality.

Can't afford to lose.

(End of this chapter)