Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel clapped his hands lightly.

Regulus suddenly realized, and the next second, a suitcase appeared in his hand.

Before, in addition to asking him to collect the relics of people killed by Voldemort himself, Anriel also asked him to try his best to search for the relics of "that person".

In the magic world, this is definitely considered a treasonous act -

Regulus opened the suitcase, revealing the rough fabric inside...

It looked like just the most ordinary burlap with a dead stick on top.

"what is this?"

Luna's interest was piqued.

"This..."

Anriel made a mysterious expression...

......

"It's Merlin's robe."

Merlin?!

The Merlin she knew?

"You are right. These are the robes and wands used by Merlin, the ancestor of modern magicians."

"What's going on..."

Luna's expression was still incredulous. She didn't know how this Regulus had gotten hold of something so old.

Regulus seemed to see her concerns:

"Ah... the wand was detected by the master's equipment... it was recently dug out. I guess it's Merlin's magic that has kept it from decaying for hundreds or thousands of years."

Regulus stopped talking at this point, and Luna didn't think about it this time, and asked casually:

"And the robes?"

Regulus quickly looked at Anriel and asked if he could tell Luna the truth.

The result is obviously yes.

then……

"I picked up the robe at a private exhibition of a wealthy Muggle man."

Ah this...

Luna smiled awkwardly and turned to look at Anriel.

"Andy...are these the three people you want to resurrect?"

Anriel nodded and pointed out:

"But we don't need to try all three today...

You can pick one.”

Pick one...

Luna was silent for a moment. Whoever came would have to decide between these three people for a while...

Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four major houses of Hogwarts and the founder of Ravenclaw;

One of the three Deathly Hallows, the creator of the Invisibility Cloak, and Harry Potter's ancestor, Ignotus Peverell;

And... the last one is even more heavyweight.

How to choose this...

Luna had a strange expression on his face. He always felt that Anriel had already made his choice and just wanted to see the tacit understanding between the two of them.

Let her think about it...

If any one of the three of them were really resurrected, others would not dare to say anything, but at least Rowena Ravenclaw, who represented intelligence, would never be so easily inferior to others. Even among the Big Four, she was relatively noble, second only to Slytherin and slightly higher than Gryffindor.

Even if Anriel could be sure that there would be no conflict with Ravenclaw—or that even if a conflict broke out, they would be the winner—a negotiation process would still be needed in the end.

And Ignotus Peverell, who had come so close to conquering death, would be even more difficult to deal with.

In contrast, Merlin not only served as King Arthur’s assistant and was second in command himself, but he himself was also said to be humorous and very friendly.

At least it will be much better than the attitudes of the previous two...

And if Merlin wasn't the one chosen -

Why did Anriel call Regulus over? To make the three of them look more formal?

"Merlin, we all grew up listening to this ancient legend."

Luna said softly, and sure enough, Anriel smiled indulgently after hearing this destined answer.

"Then start."

Anriel motioned for Luna to stand back, then raised her left hand.

As Luna looked at him curiously, a chill spread through the room.

The girl leaned towards her lover.

She didn't actually care where the coldness came from - she only knew that by his side she had that familiar sense of security.

She had never felt Anriel's body was cold, not even now.

The gray fog flowed down like a liquid, and the outline of the gate gradually emerged.

Anriel walked forward and grasped the sickle with ease.

The door burst open.

Faintly, a shadowy figure was standing behind the door, hunched over, and looked like a little old man.

Anriel nodded with satisfaction.

This time it should be successful...

Souls that have just been resurrected are usually in a daze and confused state, so Anriel walked into the door and planned to pull Merlin out...

......

"Young man, you are quite capable..."

An old voice sounded.

Anriel took a breath.

The old man raised his head at some point and was now staring at Anriel with interest and a smile on his face.

"you……"

Anriel stared at Merlin, as if he wanted to say something.

"Old man, I'm very sober now, no need to look at it."

Merlin grinned, revealing a row of clean and neat teeth. He didn't look like an old man at all.

"Go out first. This is not the place to talk."

Anriel nodded.

"Get out...oh, I understand..."

Merlin seemed a little surprised. After looking around, he said "Oh" as if he suddenly understood something.

"Nothing, then go out."

The two left the scorched earth of this world of death, and the door closed gently again.

......

"You are now..."

As soon as the Death Gate disappeared, Anriel was the first to ask, his brows deeply furrowed.

"Hey……"

Merlin chuckled.

"As you can see, it's genuine..."

The old man bent down, picked up the linen robe on the ground and shook it.

This time the medium was not consumed at all.

because……

The next second, Merlin put the clothes on.

"I'm not dead at all, old man, haha..."

Merlin stared at Anriel, his deep eyes, shaped by time, revealing wisdom and insight that almost no one has been able to match in thousands of years.

"Little kid, have you...always been so disrespectful of death?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, his tone full of interest.

From Merlin's perspective, this little guy from the future was so brave that he actually dared to pull people back from the world of death.

After taking a closer look, Merlin became even more interested——

Because this guy is actually an artificial life.

"That's it."

Anriel nodded.

Merlin looked around, his movements were very exaggerated and a little funny... but no one dared to laugh, and no one wanted to laugh.

"Oh... this person is also dead..."

His eyes scanned from left to right:

"The little girl has quite a talent... If she really likes your boyfriend, then she should keep following him."

Merlin slowly stroked his beard and looked back at Anriel:

"Is there anything you want to say to me, old man?"

"Have."

Anriel nodded.

"I hope that you, Mr. Merlin, can assist me in achieving my wish to change the world."