A friendly day at Hogwarts

It is getting late, and the moon is shining on the branches.

Although the entire ruins are sealed, the climate and environment are the same as the outside world.It's summer, and the temperature at night is the most comfortable.

The two had enough wine and food, cleaned everything up, and got into the magic tent that Dearborn had brought back then.

Since his original job often required camping in the wild, he brought a tent with him, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy after he was trapped in the ruins.

The magic tent looks ordinary, just a single tent of about two or three square meters, but in fact it is hidden deep inside, and there is something hidden inside.

The interior space of the tent is much larger than it appears from the outside thanks to the use of a seamless stretch spell.Behind the curtain is a standard two-bedroom apartment with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom.

Glenn lit an old-fashioned gas lamp on the table, raised it and looked around.

Although the overall decoration style has a sense of age, the tables, chairs and furniture are severely worn, and the walls and carpets are also faded, but having such a spacious and safe residence in the wilderness is enough to make people feel at ease.

Compared to Muggle survival in the wilderness, such living conditions can be said to be paradise.

"You sleep in this room, Glenn." Dearborn pointed to one of the bedrooms. "Speaking of which, no one has slept here for more than ten years."

Although no one has lived in it for more than ten years, fortunately, Dearborn is also a tidy person. He will clean this room when he cleans the tent on weekdays, so the room is quite tidy, at least it is not covered with thick dust. of dust.

Glenn is very satisfied with such living conditions.

The two said good night to each other, and Dearborn returned to his bedroom.

Glenn took off his robe, put on his pajamas, and lay down on the cot.

The bed wasn't very soft, but it still made Glenn squint his eyes comfortably, and the accumulated fatigue rushed over him.

Today is a really hard day.First there is the long journey from London to Cornwall, then there is the thrilling fantasy of the battlefield, and then there is the battle of wits and courage with the charming Lake Banshee.

After a whole day, both physical and mental fatigue were almost at the limit of what he could bear.

Therefore, as soon as his head touched the pillow, his eyelids felt heavy, and a steady breathing soon came from the bedroom.

I slept until daybreak and the sun was three high above the sky.

Glenn put on a clean robe, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and opened the tent curtain. The bright sunshine was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't help but raise his hands to block it.

"Are you awake?" Dearborn asked with a smile, "I guess you were exhausted yesterday, so I didn't wake you up at all."

He had rekindled the campfire, with a round pot on top.

"I caught a wild duck and am making soup. We can have it for lunch later." He said, opening the lid of the pot. In the pot were duck meat cut into small pieces and some unnamed mushrooms. The soup was boiling. , steam rises, and the rich aroma of meat fills the air.

Sure enough, when the ingredients are fresh enough, condiments become less important.

"It's almost time." Dearborn waved his wand and used the hovering spell to control the hot round pot to leave the flames and land on the ground aside.

Glenn prepared spoons and cutlery in advance and filled a bowl for Dearborn and himself.

This is not the season when wild ducks are at their fattest. There is only a light layer of oil floating on the snow-white duck soup, which is just right. It has the aroma of oil without making people feel greasy.

The two of them were in a whirlwind, and even Glenn, who had just woken up, had killed half a wild duck and three bowls of soup.

After eating and drinking, and it was almost time for Merlin to appear, the two stood up and extinguished the bonfire, walked through the woods, and came to the wordless stone tablet.

After a while, the old man with a white beard and an immortal spirit appeared again.

"We meet again, young man." He wore Dumbledore's same kind smile on his face and said softly, "I think Caradoc has told you the general situation here, right?"

"Already said so, sir," Glenn replied in a respectful tone.

After all, he is a great magician in legend. Even if he has been sealed for thousands of years, he can still keep his soul immortal. This kind of powerful strength deserves respect.

"If I want to lift the seal of this ruins, what do I need to do?" Glenn thought for a while and asked.

Since the time he could appear was limited, Merlin did not give in and said directly: "According to Caradoc's attempts and my guess, only young people like you can do it if you want to reach the core of the seal."This is why I must help Caradoc pass on the news. If there are only two of us, even if the seal has been loosened, it is still impossible to completely break it. "

"I have a question, sir." Glenn frowned slightly and asked, "Since Morgana has the ability to seal you for so long, why not just prevent everyone from approaching the core of the seal, but still allow people under a certain age What about people who pass? Doesn’t this kind of behavior leave consequences for ourselves?”

Merlin did not hide anything and said directly: "When talking about the reason for this matter, we have to mention her immortality plan. I wonder if you know about this plan?"

"Are you talking about the resurrection ceremony recorded in the Grimoire?" Glenn replied immediately.

"Yes, that is part of her plan." Merlin nodded, "But for her, this ritual has big flaws."

Glenn was stunned for a moment and asked, "What kind of flaw?"

"The essence of this ritual is to use a large amount of external soul power to transfer a soul to a new body. However, after the soul transfer, not only will she lose all magic power, but the soul will also fall into a period of vulnerability. , it is very likely that the original soul of the new body will be squeezed out."

"Squeeze out..." Glenn nodded thoughtfully, "But, what does this have to do with the seal we are facing now?"

"In fact, this seal against me is the backup she left for her resurrection plan." Merlin smiled and said, "In her plan, when the ceremony is complete, she will come here and use her My soul deprives me of my magic power, in order to completely obliterate the original soul of my body."

"Are you saying that this is the real purpose of this seal?" Glenn asked.

"Yes, that's why she just sealed me instead of killing me directly." Merlin nodded, "In fact, given the situation at the time, if she just wanted to kill me, it would be far worse than setting up this seal. Much simpler.”

The figure began to become illusory again, and he smiled bitterly and said: "The time is coming again. It seems that our conversation has to come to an end for the time being. See you tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the starlight flashed, and the white-bearded wizard disappeared again.