Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Merlin's eyes narrowed.

"interesting……"

Anriel waved his hand gently, and a set of tables and chairs appeared in the room.

Merlin and Anriel sat opposite each other.

Luna looked a little reserved, while Regulus produced a quill and some parchment from nowhere, and seemed ready to start recording.

"Mr. Merlin, do you have a good understanding of the current situation of wizards and non-wizards in the world?"

Anriel asked first, because if nothing unexpected happened...

"Of course I don't. I have spent almost all these years in the tower."

Merlin smacked his lips.

Anriel raised the corner of his mouth and took a pot of wine from the air and placed it on the table.

"Hey……"

Merlin grinned and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Then let me give you a brief description."

Anriel raised his hand and drew two circles side by side between him and Merlin.

He divided each circle into three parts.

"People who don't know magic are now called 'Muggles'. It's a proper noun, but the name varies slightly depending on the region."

Anriel bent his thumb and pointed to one of the circles.

"Muggle and wizard communities can generally be divided into three categories.

Extremists, progressive groups, and profit-seekers.”

Merlin raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“There are no absolute neutrals in the world.”

After explaining lightly, Anriel continued.

"My research - and the work of a great Muggle biologist from 1859 - suggests that wizarding is a new direction in human evolution, primarily Muggle-based.

This evolution is not entirely contained in the bloodline, but there is indeed the fact that inheritance increases the probability of dominance."

Merlin, who was half human and half Incubus, stood in awe.

"The wizarding population is too small, far too small compared to the Muggles.

If we still insist on the confrontation between wizards and Muggles, the final outcome will be a lose-lose situation - wizards will be exterminated and Muggles will suffer heavy casualties. "

Anriel quickly brought the topic to the tragic ending that no one wanted to see, temporarily skipping over his ideas and methods.

He wanted Merlin to see the problem first.

"Ah, I see."

Merlin picked up the wine and took a sip.

"Muggles are just ordinary people, and there are a lot of them."

"Yes."

"With so many people, the chances of producing talent are very high. If you insist on opposing each other, you will be doomed sooner or later."

Merlin raised a finger, indicating that he was about to get to the point.

“I think there are only two kinds of ideas in your opinion.

The first is to intermarry and educate, gradually turning all Muggles into wizards through blood inheritance, so that everyone is the same, there will be no opposition, at least not such a sharp opposition. "

Merlin held up a second finger.

“The second one is because the first one takes too long, and it may require the efforts of several or even more than a dozen generations. God knows what accidents may happen in the process.

So you want to combine the advantages of Muggles and wizards - including but not limited to recruiting elite talents among Muggles, combining those novel gadgets invented by Muggles with old-fashioned magic, and taking the route of social elitism. "

Merlin spread his hands.

"I can't imagine what other ideas you might have."

"You're right."

Anriel nodded slightly:

"So you..."

Merlin tilted his head, nodded and shook his head.

"Don't expect an old man like me to help you fight. You probably all know my story. Back then, I was responsible for dealing with Morgan le Fay. I know nothing about leading troops in battle.

Judging from your awful appearance, your ancestor was probably an unlucky prophet like me, so you basically can't use me for divination.

So the best I can do is give you some suggestions.”

"That's enough. Having the legendary wizard Merlin give me advice is already a very good result for me."

Anriel did not have unrealistic ambitions, and Merlin had always served as a behind-the-scenes advisor.

"That's good."

The old man nodded and scratched his beard:

"If you want to realize your ambitions, the quickest and most convenient way is to go to war.

Only by conquering them by force can you spread your ideas to them——"

Merlin paused, looked at Anriel carefully, and then curled his lips:

"You look nothing like him—you're too delicate."

...?

Anriel: Old man-subway-cellphone.jpg

No, old man, who did you compare me to just now?

It's King Arthur, right? It has to be, right?!

Anriel's mouth twitched.

Legend has it that the great wizard Merlin was humorous, sentimental, and liked to joke...

I have come out to clarify and it is true.

"Then this matter has come to an end for the time being..."

After Merlin said this, he glanced at Regulus who was recording next to him.

“Let’s talk about something else—your stone isn’t very good.

Although there is a mental induction for the resurrected object, the effect seems to be not very good, and you have to go there in person and convince them with your personal charm..."

Merlin held out a withered hand:

"Give it to me, I'll modify it for you."

Anriel took the Resurrection Stone without hesitation and placed it in Merlin's palm.

"Oh, you trust the old man so much?"

Merlin glanced at Anriel sideways.

“It’s not trust, it’s confidence.”

Anriel raised a smile on his face, looked into Merlin's eyes, and said slowly.

"Well, this is what a king should be like."

Merlin nodded in satisfaction and pulled out his wand, which looked like a broken twig.

"You didn't do this yourself, did you?"

Merlin asked Anriel as he studied the Resurrection Stone in his hand.

"Indeed, it is not. This thing is known as one of the three Deathly Hallows. It was made by three powerful wizards before."

"three item?"

Merlin became interested.

"What does it look like? Bring it here so I can see it?"

Anriel reached out to his side and snapped his fingers.

The next second, a magic wand appeared in his hand.

"The three Deathly Hallows are called—"

"The Old Wand." Anriel handed over the wand in his hand.

"Invisibility cloak." He picked up the smooth silk from the ground.

"Resurrection Stone." He pointed to the black stone in Merlin's hand.

"This old wand is my replica, but its effectiveness is almost exactly the same, and it is tainted with a strong scent of death."

Anriel's tone was slightly proud.

"Very good. Very good."

Unexpectedly, Merlin nodded in appreciation.

"A clever design... but my own wand is more comfortable to use."

He poked the resurrection stone one last time, and a ghost face made of gray mist emerged from the surface of the stone, looking hideous and terrifying.

"All right."

He handed the stone back to Anriel.

"I'm old, but luckily my skills are still good."

Anriel took the Resurrection Stone and sighed.

It is true that an old man in the family is like a treasure. Dumbledore is already old enough, and now there comes a monster who is thousands of years old.

But the question still needs to be asked:

"After the improvement...is there any effect?"

Merlin waved his hand indifferently:

"Nothing much, it just increases the effect by a hundred or eighty times."

......

One hundred and eighty... times?