Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 834 - 234: Old Deng the Ruthless! The Riddle of Merlin! (Part 3)

Nicolas Flamel also nodded, a hint of warmth in his expression. "Yes, I hope you can sort it out soon. I’m still counting on your grandfather to find me some rare materials."

The two conversed effortlessly, showing no signs of discord or awkwardness.

It’s evident that Dumbledore had rationalized their presence here in his memory, perhaps the real Lockhart’s much-praised Obliviate spell didn’t match up to Dumbledore’s prowess.

Thinking of this.

The Little Wizard couldn’t help but be curious about Lockhart’s current situation, living in prison with Grindelwald’s face and identity. Even with Lockhart’s vanity, he would probably feel uncomfortable and unhappy, right? He hadn’t heard any news about "Grindelwald" for quite a while.

At this moment, Dumbledore looked at Ian, his tone gentle. "Later, I’d like to discuss with you about what happened before."

His voice was thoughtful, not mentioning time travel, clearly having forgotten Merlin’s true story, hence keeping that matter from Merlin.

"Okay, Headmaster." Ian nodded, responding promptly, his expression management remained intact, avoiding the pitfalls Ron often fell into in such situations.

Of course.

He also had an impatient side.

Once Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel departed, Ian immediately turned to Merlin, his gaze showing a hint of urgency. "Now, can you tell me about the Raven?"

Merlin nodded.

However, there was still a hint of caution on his face.

"First let me ensure that none of the Little Wizards have exceptionally good hearing, you know, Hogwarts students often have various bloodlines inherited from their ancestors."

This was certainly a thorough consideration.

Perhaps Merlin truly didn’t want to cause trouble for others because of himself.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes directly, as if sensing something.

A moment later.

He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see you’re trying to minimize using magic, so are you unable to perform complex magic or just afraid to?" Ian was also curious about Merlin’s situation.

"You’re quite inquisitive."

Merlin looked down at his palm, lightly brushing it, a ring appeared, Ian had previously seen this same ring on Professor Arthur King’s hand.

Clearly.

Arthur King was also Merlin.

However, Ian was neither surprised nor shocked by this; he had already determined this point.

"Probably unable, but there’s also the element of fear... It’s complicated, I’m hesitant to try. In fact, if it weren’t for Dumbledore stepping into the Legend, I could mostly influence and change him using this ring." Merlin openly confessed his current dependency on this main tool.

Ian stared at his ring, showing a thoughtful expression.

When Merlin closed his eyes earlier, Ian didn’t sense any magic aura.

Clearly, Merlin was still using this ring.

"What is it?"

The Little Wizard asked curiously.

"A poor imitation."

Merlin spoke cryptically, even more so than Dumbledore could be as the Riddler, which deeply annoyed the Little Wizard. Just then, Merlin shrugged his shoulders and spoke again.

"Come on, let us... as you wish." With that, Merlin placed his hands on his temples and suddenly pull outward, thread-like material emerged from his brain.

He abruptly flung it around.

Countless threads instantly filled the surroundings.

The scenery around Ian and Merlin changed in an instant.

Familiar alterations of time and space.

This was clearly another type of Memory Magic.

Merlin was going to lead Ian into his complicated relationship and... resentment with the Raven.