Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 238: 237: The Secret of Ian's Wand
In the memory scene, Raven's words were like a thunder, exploding in Ian's mind. In this dreamlike memory scene, Ian's heart suddenly fluctuated violently like a raging sea.

have to say.

The shock this memory scene brought to Ian was indeed far greater than anything else. His pupils suddenly contracted almost instantly.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and even his breathing became rapid. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Merlin, trying to find the answer from his expression.

I saw.

Merlin's face remained calm, as if everything in this memory had nothing to do with him. But Ian could feel that Merlin's emotions were surging like an undercurrent, almost breaking through the calm on the surface. The strong emotional fluctuations around him were just like those inferior wizards with many flaws that leaked out.

This was obviously because Merlin was very sensitive and had great emotional ups and downs in response to this scene, so even he couldn't hide his emotions in front of the little wizard. There was no way, maybe Merlin had made a step forward, but there were not many wizards who were definitely ahead of the legendary level.

As long as you are not careful, the flaws in your mind will be discovered by a legendary wizard like Ian, not to mention that Ian is a legendary wizard who is one of the best in this area.

Almost at the moment when he felt Merlin's emotions, Ian immediately realized that this must be the reason why Merlin tried to fool him before.

This is the secret that Merlin is trying to cover up!

Realized this.

Ian felt his throat dry and couldn't help swallowing. Although he felt that he had guessed the answer, the answer was so unimaginable that he even felt it was absurd and magical.

"This...what does the raven in your memory mean?" Ian finally couldn't help but ask for confirmation. He carefully looked at Merlin who was extremely sensitive beside him.

Merlin's eyes were still fixed on the little Merlin in the memory scene, as if he hadn't heard Ian's question. After a moment, he turned his head and looked at the little wizard and spoke slowly.

"It's just what you understand." He responded very directly, and his tone was so calm that it was frightening. Even the little wizard felt a sense of calm madness.

"This is so..."

Even Ian couldn't find the words to describe it.

His heart was becoming increasingly turbulent, with an indescribable complex emotion spreading in his heart.

Ian felt that if his understanding was correct, what the magical raven and the Merlin in front of him meant was that there was another Merlin in this world.

A legendary character who was born earlier than this Merlin, who was truly favored by fate and destined to grow up to be the king of wizards. However, that Merlin was killed by the raven for some unknown reason, so the Merlin standing in front of him now was just a replacement cultivated by the raven after his death, using the method of "repairing the fold after the sheep have been lost".

What an outrageous plot!

Ian didn't know why Raven killed the original Merlin, but just from the operation of using a substitute to replace an important role, it made people want to curse.

Think carefully.

Ian thought of the memories he had just witnessed from Merlin, about the daily life when Raven was training Merlin, and he recalled every word Raven said when training Merlin. It must be said that those words are really terrifying when you think about them carefully now, but they suddenly become much more reasonable under this shocking truth.

Raven's strict training of Merlin, those almost harsh requirements, and why Raven kept emphasizing that you are Merlin, you have to be Merlin, you have to do this and that to live up to the weight of the name Merlin...all because Raven wanted to perform the operation of replacing the prince with a cat!
Ian really couldn't imagine what kind of storm would be set off in the wizarding world if such a horrifying thing was known by other wizards in the magical community.

Merlin.

This name carries too many legends and glories, and is a myth in the hearts of all wizards. I'm afraid all wizards will be eager to explore the secrets and gossip about him.

The entire wizarding world will be shaken.

"What the raven did... is indeed inhumane. No, even being a bird is a bit outrageous." Even Ian couldn't help but sigh at the raven's behavior.

of course.

In fact, if you calm down and think about it carefully, this matter is not that difficult to accept, and it is not even bad. After all, if the original Merlin is dead, then how can it be said that it has been usurped when the story of that Merlin has not even begun? The history that everyone knows was created by the Merlin in front of them.

This way.

How can we say that this Merlin is not Merlin? This may be a philosophical question, a bit confusing, but if you think about it carefully, at least the legends that everyone knows were created by this Merlin, and he is definitely not an imposter. His magic and his achievements are all obtained by himself.

The world was not deceived.

Because they knew Merlin's name and knew that Merlin's glory all came from the man in front of them. The Merlin they knew was the Merlin in front of them.

“It’s a bit too brain-burning.”

Ian's thoughts seemed to be caught in a philosophical whirlpool.

And at this time.

Merlin suddenly spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and nervousness, "This is the question that has troubled me my entire life... Am I a qualified Merlin?"

His eyes were fixed on the little wizard in front of him, as if he had regarded the little wizard as the raven he once was, and the only one who could tell him the answer to this question.

Ian was stunned for a moment.

He also met Merlin's eyes, as if he saw the anxiety and self-doubt deep in Merlin's heart. Ian could feel that at this moment, Merlin, who still maintained the image of Lyrium, seemed to have returned to that age of hesitation. This question was not asked to him but to the strict raven.

Realize this.

Ian was silent for a long, long time.

The young wizard carefully recalled the history and stories he knew about Merlin, the legendary deeds - the legend of Merlin and King Arthur and the contribution of this man to the magic world.

Various information flashed by.

Finally, Ian took a deep breath and said seriously, "I don't know what the original Merlin was like, but at least in my opinion, your image in history is consistent with my understanding and imagination of Merlin, the King of Wizards."

The little wizard did not choose to lie.

Instead, he gave his answer based on facts.

After all, Ian knew that what Merlin needed at the moment was not comfort, but a real answer. And this was his truest thought about this shocking secret.

"Is that so?"

Merlin's eyes flickered slightly, as if a layer of mist had been lifted, and the entanglement and uneasiness hidden deep inside seemed to be dispelled by a ray of sunshine at this moment. The next moment, his expression revealed an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a knot that had been lingering in his heart for many years was finally untied after Ian's words.

"That's good."

Merlin gave a relieved smile.

There was a sense of relief in that smile, as if the burden that had been weighing on his heart for a long time had finally been lifted. Perhaps, only by hearing such words from Ian could he truly feel at ease - it was a simple truth that the opinions of anyone else would definitely not be as good as the one who had planted such an obsession in his heart.

"Honestly, you are you. Why bother yourself so much?" Ian knew that his words meant a lot to Merlin, so he chose to offer him psychological comfort.

"Because I fell in front of some kind of setback...So, almost every day I would think, if it was another Merlin, another legend who "truly" should exist in this world, would he be able to do what I couldn't do, would he not be like me, struggling to survive?"

Merlin's tone was filled with a very complicated sigh.

The knot is untied.

He naturally began to reveal the pain and confusion that he had never mentioned to anyone.

In this regard.

The little wizard's opinion was also very direct.

"Oh, if Merlin, who none of us know about, is really more powerful than you, then he should be the one who is still alive today. Why would he be killed by a bird in such a nonchalant tone?"

"I don't know what you are hiding from yourself. I only know that you will not tell me if I ask you. However, I think you should think about it. If it was another so-called Merlin... He might not be able to run to Hogwarts like you, but he might have already died on the spot with his legs lifted up."

As a bystander, Ian certainly had an objective judgment. Apart from anything else, he had nothing but admiration for the fact that his crotch had not been damaged after being pecked by the raven for so long.

The young wizard's heartfelt analysis really had a great impact on Merlin - he was shocked when he heard it, and he stood there for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses.

"You're right, why am I not the most powerful Merlin?" Merlin suddenly smiled, a sense of confidence returning as if he had returned to this legendary wizard.

Before Ian could say anything else, he raised his hand and the scene in his memory began to change rapidly. The cycle of the four seasons passed quickly before his eyes, and the scenery in the forest changed from the tender green of spring to the lushness of summer, then to the golden color of autumn and the silver white of winter. And in the change of the four seasons.

Merlin in the memory magic gradually grew into a tall and upright young man.

"There isn't much information you want to know hidden in the boring daily life and training. I think here is the key clue for you to find the answer you want." Perhaps because of Ian's favor, Merlin simply omitted the complicated things and presented the information Ian wanted to know.

I saw.

Along with the stability of memory presentation.

Ian saw that young Merlin raised many magical animals in the forest. At this time, the forest had become a paradise for magical animals.

Merlin strolled in the forest, surrounded by all kinds of magical animals. A huge unicorn rubbed its head against Merlin's shoulder affectionately, its snow-white fur shone softly in the sunlight, and the golden horn on its forehead exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

"Shy girl, come and hug me."

Merlin smiled, gently stroked the unicorn's neck, and muttered something, as if whispering to it. In the distance, a thunderbird flew from the sky to Merlin's front and chirped pleasantly. Merlin also smiled and took out a large piece of beef from his pocket to feed the thunderbird. Not far away, several sniffers were happily searching for shiny things in the grass. Their long and flexible noses kept sniffing the ground. Once they found the target, they would excitedly dig it out with their little claws.

"Are these the magical animals you raise?"

Ian couldn't help but ask, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

Merlin nodded, with a hint of pride in his expression. "Yes, they are companions I met in the forest. They accompanied me through many lonely times."

Ian couldn't help but feel amazed when he saw Merlin interacting with the magical animals. He could feel that Merlin had a very deep affection for these magical animals.

And the magical creatures also have full trust in Merlin.

This is an affinity for magical creatures comparable to Newt's... no, Merlin can actually have conversations with magical creatures. It can only be said that Raven has indeed found a hexagonal warrior to become the destined Merlin.

"Where's Raven?"

Ian searches the scene.

The young Merlin walked in the forest for a long time.

He came to a big tree, where several bowtruckles were busy arranging leaves. Their small and flexible bodies moved freely among the branches.

"Come to my side."

Young Merlin spoke to the Bowtruckles, and they stopped what they were doing, gathered around Merlin, and looked at him curiously with their little eyes.

"Today, you have to learn too." Perhaps influenced by the raven, the young Merlin liked to teach others. He picked up a leaf and demonstrated to the Bowtruckles how to weave the leaf into an exquisite nest. The Bowtruckles watched with great interest and made chirping sounds from time to time as if they were discussing something.

Merlin, who was performing the memory magic beside Ian, spoke softly as he looked at the scene in his memory.

"This is the last time I'll see you."

He still regarded Ian and Raven as the same individual.

I saw.

As Merlin's voice fell, a raven flew over unsteadily in the distance. Its flying posture looked very strange, and although its speed was still very fast, it was very unstable.

Ian noticed.

At this time, Raven's eyes had turned into the red color he knew.

"what happened to you?"

In the memory scene, the young Merlin showed concern for the raven with a look of surprise on his face.

"This is the last time I will come to see you. You will be free soon. Are you happy?" The raven stopped on a branch. Its scarlet eyes made the young Merlin uncomfortable.

"Are you going to die?"

Young Merlin looked worried.

The raven was silent.

After a while.

"I just ate too much."

It spoke in a bad tone.

Young Merlin immediately began to tremble.

but.

Thankfully, this time the raven did not attack, but spoke in a deep, serious voice.

"I have something to entrust to you... At the time I mentioned to you, before the last fairy tale begins, bring this feather to the store I mentioned to you."

Done.

I saw streams of light flashing on the raven's body, and the colorful light gathered on a feather. As it shook lightly, the shining feather fell into the hands of the young man Merlin.

"What's attached to this?"

Young Merlin seemed to sense something unusual.

The feathers are beautiful.

But it made him palpitate, feel fear and tremble.

"You'll figure it out."

But instead of answering, Raven shook his head, his voice sounding tired.

"where are you going?"

Young Merlin changed the question.

This time, the raven did not refuse to answer.

"I'm going to challenge the impossible."

Done.

The raven flapped its wings and flew away without any hesitation. Merlin was left holding its fallen feather in a daze, while the magical animals around him had already scattered.

They didn't dare to get close at all, they were all very uneasy and terrified.

"What did Raven give you?"

At this time, Ian couldn't help but approach the young man Merlin in the memory magic out of curiosity. However, he found that he could not grab the feather in Merlin's memory.

Apparently he could touch other things just like in Dumbledore's memory.

"Ok?"

The young wizard turned to look at Merlin in surprise.

"If I had realized this earlier when I was young, I might not have accepted your challenge and been tricked by you." Merlin looked at Ian's waist with some emotion.

The little wizard seemed to realize something.

"I see!"

Ian held the wand in his hand.

If his guess was correct, the feather that the raven gave to Merlin might be the core of his wand. This could also explain why Merlin was more certain than he was more than a thousand years ago that he was the raven.

And…why did Merlin use the Ollivanders’ identity?
"Have you figured out what's attached to the feather?" After all, it was related to his wand, so of course Ian would be curious. The raven obviously handed over a unique feather.

Faced with his question.

Merlin did not act as a riddler, but spoke slowly and solemnly.

"We all know that the Elder Wand of the Three Deathly Hallows has always been known as the most powerful wand. However, that was before your wand was born."

He stared at the wand in Ian's hand with emotion.

"Um... I don't think it increases my power that much." Ian had never used the Elder Wand, but he looked at his wand over and over again and felt that it was not as mysterious as the rumors about the Elder Wand said.

"That's just because you haven't reached the level where you can unleash its power." Merlin gave the answer, but this answer was obviously beyond the little wizard's expectations.

"Even legends are not allowed?"

Ian was shocked.

"Ah."

Merlin spoke softly with a firm tone.

"You still need to go a step further before you can truly unleash the power of this wand. After all..." He paused here for a moment before lowering his voice and speaking.

"You hold the gods in your hands."

(End of this chapter)