A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 674 Merlin and Vivian

The so-called "Stonehenge" flying in is the ultimate magic invented by Merlin.

To what extent is it so extreme that even William, now knowing the incantation, cannot cast it independently?

Last time in Venice, he did indeed imprison the White Dragon back in the Goblet of Fire.

But that was with the help of the red dragon's power.

After the white dragon was resealed, Merlin's magic suppressed both dragons, rendering the Goblet of Fire unusable and relegated to the use of a barbecue grill.

So, despite his cool shout of "Stonehenge, come here!", he didn't actually cast the spell.

He merely used the Holy Grail and incantations to draw out this power.

That's right, the witch, like the red and white dragons, was trapped by Stonehenge long ago!

She herself is imprisoned, so her true form cannot appear here.

But the witch was more powerful than the two dragons in that she could project herself in a special way.

And he used the trident to cast spells.

She essentially found a loophole and used it to carry out a plan.

This is not entirely without limitations.

First of all, its strength will be greatly reduced.

Even after being weakened, the witch was still so powerful; William simply couldn't imagine how strong she truly was.

There is one limitation: if a wizard who knows Merlin's magic encounters the Stonehenge, the power of the Stonehenge can be drawn out, thus plugging this bug.

In the entire wizarding world, only William and Hermione probably know the Stonehenge spell.

So, the witch's luck is still not very good.

At this moment, she was completely restrained. She bent her knees slightly and pressed down, as if she were carrying a tripod on her shoulders, and lifted her hands up into the air.

But the lake, like a cage, stood in stark contrast to her.

The witch stopped her futile efforts and looked up at William.

Watching him pick up the trident, seeing the six goblin diamonds gleaming in his hand, the Holy Grail, and even the bronze ring around his neck.

Finally, the witch stared directly at William himself.

His eyes looked as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

She looked at William intently and said softly:

"You actually found the Holy Grail, no wonder you're so fearless."

William gripped the trident, intending to perform a monkey show, but he almost dropped it and stopped, no longer wanting to embarrass himself.

He asked directly, "Who exactly are you, and why has Merlin trapped you?"

"Does it matter who I am?" The witch lowered her eyelids slightly.

"Of course it's important; it concerns our future relationship," William probed. "I never work with nobody."

"If you want my help, you'd better tell me who you are!"

The witch held her wand with two fingers, tapping them lightly and crisply. After a moment of silence, she unusually answered:

Have you ever heard of the name Vivian?

"I've heard of it!" William nodded seriously.

He had indeed heard of it, and most of the young wizards had heard of it.

After all, Merlin is the greatest wizard of all time.

His deeds are widely known in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world.

These rumors have been circulating for so long that they are almost impossible to distinguish between true and false, or even a mixture of both.

Among them, there are also some obvious false rumors.

For example... every year, the Slytherin prefects would boast to the new students that Merlin was a graduate of their house.

This has become the most shameless traditional skill of the little snakes.

But here's the problem: Merlin was a wizard from the fifth century, a figure from 1,400 or 1,500 years ago. Hogwarts, on the other hand, has only been established a thousand years ago.

How did he manage to cross the river of history and go to Slytherin five or six hundred years later?

That's how colleges are; they like to embellish their own reputations.

Even Ravenclaw is no exception.

When William enrolled, the prefect Robert stated unequivocally at the welcoming ceremony:

"All the outstanding people come from the US, like Bridget Winlock."

But in fact, Winlock—the famous arithmetic diviner who was the first to discover the magical properties of the number 'seven'—was a student at Hufflepuff House.

But Hawke always believed that she was Ravenclaw's student.

It's not shameful to brag.

What makes Hogwarts so unique is its cacophony of rumors, as noisy as the wind.

However, there is a well-known case regarding the legends surrounding Merlin:

Merlin was killed by the witch Vivian.

Rumor has it that he fell in love with the witch Vivian.

Vivian feared that Merlin would use his magic to seduce her, so she vowed never to fall in love with him unless he taught her all the magic he knew.

Merlin taught all his magic to Vivian, but Vivian confined him to the stone tomb, where he died.

It sounds a lot like Merlin was trapped inside Stonehenge.

But if the witch really is Vivian, then the rumors are a complete lie.

Because she was the one trapped at Stonehenge, not Merlin.

Vivian looked down at William, seeing through his thoughts, and sneered, "What relationship I have with Merlin is none of your business."

"I'll say it again: hand over the jewels to me, and I can do you a favor."

"for example?"

"For example, I can give you the trident. Without my order, you cannot take it out of the Black Lake area," Vivian said calmly.

"Or, I can teach you how to break Ravenclaw's magic and enter the time loop even outside of Hogwarts."

"And for example..." she paused for a moment, then smiled, "Where did Ravenclaw and the other three go? Are they still alive?"

"What do you mean?" William squinted.

Vivian's lips curled up, and she said softly, "The Grim Reaper scattered the Deathly Hallows into the world."

You think you've gotten a great deal?

You who possess these sacred artifacts are all saints of death, marked wizards.

They will surely be summoned away by Death.

Each of Ravenclaw and her companions has possessed a Deathly Hallow.

Do you think I'm the only one trapped? They're trapped too!

Do you want to save them?

I can show you the way to them, or even just to Death!

William couldn't help but interrupt Vivian, asking, "What exactly is Death's purpose?"

Weiwei didn't answer, but instead stretched lazily, showing an unusual weariness and sleepiness.

She laughed loudly, "You will come back to me. I'll be waiting for you here, Stark."

The witch gave William a deep look before disappearing into the vortex.

William remained silent, holding the trident, and turned to swim towards Hermione.

Malfoy finally managed to escape from the octopus's deadly grip.

He was panting, disheveled, and exhausted.

But he found himself in the mud, with no water around.

Could it be that he has reached the shore without anyone noticing?

No wonder the octopus ran out of strength so quickly; it had left the shore.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

In an instant, not only him, but all the warriors who had been captured and brought to the mermaid village looked at each other in bewilderment.

It turned out that everyone was sitting at the bottom of the lake; the riverbed was still moist, but there was no lake water.

It's unclear who was the first to look up and discover the truth, but they were stunned into silence.

The Black Lake was still flowing, but now it was above everyone's heads.

Students on the shore also witnessed this scene; the lake resembled a black dragon swirling in the sky.

When everyone was terrified, the words "I'll be waiting for you here, Stark" rang in their ears.

As the sound faded, the black lake that had been suspended in the air crashed heavily into the riverbed, splashing huge sprays of water in all directions.

At this moment, no one cares that they've become soaked to the bone.

Far away, William, with Hermione, returned to the shore.

The trident in his hand indeed disappeared, turning into specks of light that fell back into the Black Lake.

William stared blankly, filled with worry, and murmured, "Death."

Hermione stood on tiptoe and reached out to smooth out his furrowed brow.

William smiled gently at Hermione, took her hand, and led her away along the reeds.

Only a fool would come looking for Vivian!

Under the sunlight, the wind rustled the reeds gently, like a witch nodding and smiling like a flower.

I don't know if it's sarcasm or... anticipation.

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