Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 842 237: The Secret of Ian's Magic Wand (2)

"This is a bit too mind-boggling."

Ian's thoughts felt as if they had been swept into a philosophical vortex.

And at this moment.

Merlin suddenly spoke softly, his voice carrying traces of fatigue and tension, "This is the question that has troubled me all my life... Have I, this Merlin, truly measured up?"

His gaze was fixed intently on the Little Wizard in front of him, as if he had already regarded the Little Wizard as that former Raven, the only existence who could provide him with the answer to this question.

Ian was stunned for a moment.

And then he met Merlin's gaze, as if seeing that deep-seated unease and self-doubt within Merlin's heart. Ian could sense that, at this moment, still maintaining the appearance of Ririm, Merlin seemed to have returned to that age of bewilderment. This question was not aimed at him but at that strict Raven.

Realizing this.

Ian remained silent for a very, very long time.

The Little Wizard carefully recalled what he knew about Merlin's history and stories. Those legendary deeds—Merlin's legend with King Arthur and this man's contributions to the Magic Realm.

All sorts of information flashed by.

In the end, Ian took a deep breath and earnestly said, "I don't know how the original Merlin should be, but at least in my view, your image in history aligns with my understanding and imagination of the Wizard King Merlin."

The Little Wizard chose not to lie.

Instead, he gave his answer truthfully.

After all, Ian knew that, at this moment, Merlin needed not comfort but a real answer. And this was the most genuine thought within him regarding this earth-shattering secret.

"Is that so."

Merlin's eyes slightly wavered, as if a thin mist had been dispelled, and the hint of conflict and unease previously hidden deep within seemed to be scattered by a ray of sunlight at this moment. In the next moment, his expression revealed an unprecedented relief, as if some knot in his heart that had lingered for years had finally been unraveled by Ian's words.

"That's quite good."

Merlin gave a relieved smile.

That smile carried a sense of liberation, as if a long-standing burden on his heart had finally been lifted. Perhaps, only by hearing such words from Ian could he truly be at ease—a simple truth, the opinions of anyone else could never compare to the existence that had planted such an obsession in his heart.

"To be honest, you are who you are, why bother with so much hesitation?" Ian knew that his words were significant for Merlin, so he chose to offer a wave of psychological comfort.

"Because I fell before a certain setback... so, I almost think every day, if another Merlin, another 'real' legendary existence came into this world, would they have achieved what I couldn't, wouldn't they be lingering on like me?"

Merlin's tone carried an extremely complex sigh.

The knot in his heart was tied.

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

Regarding this.

The Little Wizard's opinion was also quite direct.

"Hah, if all of us don't know about this supposedly superior Merlin, then the one surviving until now should be him, wouldn't it? Still being casually mentioned by a bird in a tone describing a tragic end?"

"I don't know what experience you're hiding, and I know you definitely won't say even if I ask, but I think you should consider if another so-called Merlin were in your place... perhaps instead of bouncing around at Hogwarts like you, he might have already dropped dead on the spot."

As a bystander, Ian surely had an objective judgment. To say the least, to endure so long under the Raven's pecking and still have his pants intact, he's already the only one he could admire in front of this Merlin.

The Little Wizard's earnest analysis indeed had a significant impact on Merlin—his entire being jolted, stunned for quite a while before slowly coming back to his senses.

"You're right, why shouldn't I be the most powerful Merlin?" Merlin suddenly laughed, a burst of confidence, as if the legendary Wizard had returned to his body.

Before Ian could say anything further, he saw Merlin wave his hand, and the scenes from memory began to change rapidly. The cycle of the four seasons flashed rapidly before his eyes, the scenery of the forest shifting from the tender green of spring, to the lushness of summer, then to the golden hues of autumn and the silvery white of winter, continuously alternating. Amid this change of seasons.

Merlin in the Memory Magic gradually matured into a tall young man.

"In the mundane routines and training, there's not much hidden information you wish to know; here, I believe, lies the key clue to the answers you seek." Perhaps owing Ian a favor, Merlin directly omitted the complexities, presenting the information Ian wanted to know.

And then.

Accompanying the stabilization of the memory presentation.

Ian saw, young Merlin raising many Fantastic Beasts in the forest. At this time, the forest had already become a sanctuary for Fantastic Beasts.

Merlin strolled through the forest, surrounded by various Fantastic Beasts. A large Unicorn affectionately nuzzled Merlin on the shoulder, its snow-white fur shimmering softly in the sunlight, the golden horn on its forehead emanating a mysterious aura.

"Shy girl, come for a hug."

Merlin smiled, gently stroking the Unicorn's neck, murmuring words, as if engaged in a whispered conversation with it. In the distance, a Thunderbird descended from the sky in front of Merlin, emitting a melodious call.