A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1120 The Secret of Death

Standing in a small courtyard, William frowned slightly.

A woman's shrill scream came from inside the room, along with the midwife's shouts of encouragement.

A new life is about to be born!

Two middle-aged men stood at the door, both wearing prayer beads and thick, heavy black robes.

The two waited anxiously, as if the person inside was their wife, and the person about to give birth to their child.

Is it still the same wife?

This surprised William for a moment.

Did I die and end up on the set of "Storm Riders"?

At this moment, it's the famous scene where Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen are waiting for Chu Chu to give birth, and then simultaneously shout "I'm going to be a dad!"

However, these two men, despite their curly hair, are still typical Celts, judging from their red hair.

William was a little confused.

He remembered trapping Death, but then being stabbed with a spear; he should be dead by now.

What's going on now?!

Could it be that the child died and was reincarnated, about to become the pregnant woman's child inside the house?!

He wandered around like a lost soul.

William quickly discovered the problem:

Neither of the two people seemed to be able to see him; this feeling was more like the memory of the Pensieve.

And the pregnant woman inside was actually a nun; she was giving birth in the church...

It's like a nun in a nunnery who's about to give birth, and the abbot of the neighboring temple is anxiously waiting.

This left William even more confused.

At that moment, a baby's cry finally rang out from inside the room.

An elderly nun pushed open the door and came out, excitedly addressing a man:

"Bishop Valdespino, it's a boy! It's a boy!"

The bishop nodded in satisfaction, first offering a prayer of thanks for the Lord's blessings, and then asked:

"Has Carmelis named the child yet?"

"No, she begged His Holiness the Bishop to give her a name," the nun said.

The bishop pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's call him... Merlin."

William was suddenly startled.

The bishop followed the nun into the house, but the other man didn't go in; instead, he stroked his beard and chuckled:

How about the name Merlin?

"You can see me?" William stared at him in surprise, then tentatively asked after a moment, "Are you Merlin?"

"Yes, it is I, William Stark, who has finally met you."

Merlin took a breath, and the silver-white hair on his head instantly turned crimson.

Wrinkles disappeared in an instant, and the skin became smooth.

What was originally a burly middle-aged man now looks like a young man in his twenties.

Merlin is a Disguise Magus, who can change his appearance at will.

"Where is this?" William asked curiously. "Why am I here?"

"You are now in a dreamlike state, somewhere between life and death."

Merlin gestured to William and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

A bright, thin mist appeared all around, but it wasn't scenery; it was shrouded in mist, rather than these cloud-like vapors that hadn't yet formed the surrounding landscape.

"Everything here depends on you, William. It will transform into familiar scenes based on your memory," Merlin explained.

"However, the power I left in you has created a temporary memory." He winked and said playfully:

"This is the scene of my birth, and this place is St. Paul's Cathedral, St. Paul's Cathedral in 610 AD."

William looked at the architectural styles and realized they were indeed very different from St. Paul's Cathedral.

"This church has been destroyed three times, and rebuilt each time," Merlin said regretfully.

"But fourteen hundred years from now, in 2021, it will cease operations due to a plague originating from North America."

William was shocked.

He knew Merlin could make prophecies, but this prophetic ability was just too strong!

Merlin seemed to know what William was thinking, turned to look at him, and smiled:

"Aren't you surprised? I'm the son of a nun, and she's not even a wizard. Why do I have such powerful prophetic abilities?"

Merlin can be considered the most talented and powerful wizard in history.

Even today, the common phrase in the British magical community is still "Merlin's beard"... which speaks volumes.

He could also foresee the future; at the age of seven, he made the famous prophecy that the red dragon would defeat the white dragon.

He is also a natural-born Animagus with Parseltongue, and can communicate with many creatures without any barriers.

The wizards were very curious about how Merlin had awakened such a powerful talent.

His mother was, after all, just an ordinary nun, not even a witch.

Merlin didn't keep them in suspense, stating succinctly, "These powers are inherited from my father."

“But it’s rumored,” William hesitated, “I heard it from Sir Cadogan’s portrait, that you have no father…”

Although it sounds like an insult, this is firsthand, reliable information.

Cadogan was Merlin's best friend, the kind of friend who grew up sharing the same underwear.

"That's not wrong," Merlin smiled, looking up at the sky.

"My father never appeared. He entered my mother's dream and impregnated her when she was still a virgin, and she gave birth to me."

"..."

This method of birth is similar to that of the Virgin Mary, the mother of Jesus.

No wonder Merlin's mother, as a nun, was not punished, but was regarded as a miracle by the bishop.

However, sneaking into someone else's dreams for intimate moments is truly a bizarre fantasy.

William suddenly remembered Morgan, whose father was cheated on in an extremely bizarre way.

Could it be that Death, that beast, was also responsible for what happened to Merlin's mother?

Merlin calmly revealed a shocking truth:

"That man is indeed Death. I am his son, Vivian's brother, and Morgan and Elaine's brother."

"The bloodline of the Grim Reaper awakened my innate magical talent."

Upon hearing this secret, even William was dumbfounded and utterly shocked.

Besides the three sisters of the Lake Lady, I never expected that Death would have a son, and that he is... Merlin!

But Merlin once had a decisive battle with Death, didn't he?

He not only imprisoned Morgan at Stonehenge for 1,500 years, but also breached the River Styx.

They even left behind their power, clearly indicating their intention to eliminate Death.

If this were a father and son, wouldn't that be too... a perfect example of fatherly love and filial piety?

Merlin's voice was steady, and he spoke softly without trying to conceal the secret:

"William, Death is immortal and indestructible. He doesn't care about his descendants. His so-called children are just pawns for him to escape his predicament."

"Escape?" William felt he was about to touch upon the secrets of death.

"Humans can become the Grim Reaper. Once they become gods, they will be immortal and possess power that surpasses that of wizards."

Merlin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at William with a faint smile, and said, "Don't you think becoming the Grim Reaper is a good thing?"

"Does it have to come at a terrible price?" William raised an eyebrow.

"You have to give something to get something in return, that's reasonable," Merlin nodded.

"What Death needs to pay is responsibility."

He guards the underworld, preventing powerful magical creatures from beyond the River Styx from invading this world.

You saw it too, the Kraken, the White Dragon and the Red Dragon... they all come from another world.

This kind of super magical creature is something a wizard simply cannot fight with his power, but Death can suppress it and then easily subdue it.

Merlin paused, then continued:

"As the master of the underworld, Death must also ferry the dead across the River Styx to their final resting place."

He needed to maintain the order between life and death.

"Are all these things alright?" William asked suspiciously. "They're not anything too difficult."

Trading immortality and immense power to become humanity's guardian... it's worth it, you could even say it's a great deal.

"The only problem is," Merlin glanced at him, "that Death and the Underworld have become one, and he can no longer set foot in this world."

"I can only stay in the underworld... forever!"

William was shocked.

Apart from the dead and some magical creatures, there is nothing else in the underworld.

It's just a desolate place!

Staying there for a while is bearable, but being trapped there for eternity is worse than death.

This isn't becoming a god, it's practically being imprisoned... just in a slightly larger area.

But he immediately questioned:

"How did Death come to this world?"

If Merlin was born, it was Death who used the power of nocturnal emission.

So, becoming like the Duke of Cornwall and having his wife give birth to Morgan is not just a dream.

"That is not the true form of Death," Merlin murmured softly.

"Before becoming a god, Death created Horcruxes. He was the first wizard to create Horcruxes!"

William exclaimed in astonishment, "Death is the despicable Herpo!"

The despicable Herpo was a dark wizard of ancient Greece who invented Horcruxes and bred the first basilisk.

Many famous black magic spells that came after him were created by him.

It can be said that Voldemort, the Dark Lord, was merely copying others.

Merlin nodded slightly and said:

"The Grim Reaper's real name is indeed Herpo, but his purpose in inventing Horcruxes was not for immortality, but for the ability to resurrect indefinitely."

He was reborn time and again using Horcruxes, fighting against the previous Grim Reaper—Anubis—and finally found a way to kill Anubis.

William remained silent, processing this secret.

Merlin didn't rush him; instead, he led William along the long gravel path to visit the church.

The church is decorated with various symbols, including the Christian cross, the Jewish star, and the Knights Templar's cross...

As Merlin toured the area, he exclaimed in admiration:

"That battle led to the destruction of ancient Greece. Decades later, Herpo became the god of death and, in revenge against Anubis, also destroyed the ancient Egyptian civilization."

"Of course, his most important goal is to destroy the Egyptian Invisible Academy, which is inherited from the god of death."

Merlin stood on a giant six-pointed star pattern and calmly said:

"That way, there will be no more wizards who can learn prehistoric secrets and have enough power to threaten Death."

He can live forever, and no wizard can kill him and make him the Grim Reaper!

Merlin couldn't help but laugh, his voice laced with sarcasm:

"But Death soon discovered that although he had become a god and gained immortality, no one was his match, and even the dead had to submit to him."

but,

he,

They couldn't even leave the underworld!

He is God.

even more

prisoner!"