Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 843 237: The Secret of Ian's Magic Wand (Part 3)

Merlin also smiled and took a big piece of beef from his pocket to feed the Thunderbird. Not far away, some Nifflers joyfully rummaged through the grass for shiny things, their long, flexible noses sniffing the ground incessantly. Once they found a target, they would excitedly dig it out with their little claws.

"Are these all the fantastic beasts you take care of?"

Ian couldn't help but ask, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

Merlin nodded, a faint hint of pride in his expression. "Yes, they are companions I encountered in the forest. They have accompanied me through many lonely times."

As Ian watched the interaction between Merlin and the fantastic beasts, he couldn't help but feel a surge of amazement. He could sense that Merlin had a very deep affection for these fantastic beasts.

And the fantastic beasts trusted Merlin deeply as well.

It was akin to Newt's affinity with fantastic beasts... No, Merlin could genuinely converse with them. The raven truly had found a hexagonal warrior destined to be Merlin.

"Where's the raven?"

Ian searched the scene.

The young Merlin had been walking in the forest for a long time.

He came to the front of a large tree, where several Tree-Protecting Leprechauns busily tidied the leaves. Their small and agile bodies moved freely among the branches.

"Come over here."

The young Merlin called to the Tree-Protecting Leprechauns, and they paused in their activities, gathered around Merlin, and curiously gazed at him with their small eyes.

"Today, you will also need to learn." Perhaps influenced by the raven, the young Merlin loved to teach. He picked up a leaf and demonstrated to the leprechauns how to weave it into a delicate little nest. The leprechauns watched with keen interest, chirping as if in discussion.

Beside Ian, Merlin, who was performing this memory magic, softly spoke as he observed this scene in the memory.

"This is the last time I will see you."

He still regarded Ian and the raven as the same entity.

At that moment.

As Merlin's voice fell, in the distance, a raven wobbled in flight, its flying posture appearing quite strange. Though its speed remained fast, it was very unstable.

Ian noticed.

At that moment, the raven's eyes had turned the red he recognized.

"What's wrong with you?"

In the memory scene, young Merlin, showing a shocked expression, expressed concern for the raven.

"This is the last time I'm coming to find you. You're about to gain liberation. Are you happy?" The raven perched on a branch, its scarlet eyes making young Merlin uneasy.

"Are you going to die?"

Youthful Merlin looked worried.

The raven was silent.

After a moment.

"Just overstuffed myself,"

it replied, its tone unfriendly.

The young Merlin immediately began to tremble.

However.

This time, the raven did not attack but instead spoke in a deep, serious tone.

"I have something to entrust to you... When the final fairy tale begins, take this feather to the shop I told you about before."

After speaking.

The raven exuded brilliant colors on its body, which gathered onto a feather. With a gentle shake, the radiant feather floated into young Merlin's hand.

"What's attached to this?"

The young Merlin seemed to sense something unusual about it.

The feather was beautiful.

But it filled him with anxiety, fear, and dread.

"You'll figure it out."

The raven did not answer directly, instead shaking its head, its voice weary.

"Where are you going?"

The young Merlin asked another question.

This time, the raven did not refuse to answer.

"I'm going to challenge the impossible."

After speaking.

The raven spread its wings and flew away without hesitation. Left in place was Merlin holding the feather it had shed, lost in thought, while the fantastic beasts around had already scattered.

They didn't dare to get close, all evidently very uneasy and fearful.

"What did the raven give you?"

At this moment, Ian couldn't help but curiously approach the young Merlin in the memory magic, but found himself unable to grasp the feather in Merlin's memory.

Even though he could touch other things like in Dumbledore's memory.

"Hmm?"

The little wizard turned his head in surprise to look at Merlin.

"If my younger self had realized this sooner, perhaps I wouldn't have accepted your challenge and been tricked by you." Merlin said with some emotion as he glanced at Ian's waist.

The little wizard seemed to realize something.

"I see!"

Ian held the wand in his hand.

If his guess was correct, the feather that the raven gave to Merlin might indeed be the core of his own wand, which would explain why Merlin was more certain than a thousand years ago that he was the raven.

And... why did Merlin use the identity of the Olivander family?

"Did you figure out what's attached to the feather?" After all, it concerned his wand, Ian was naturally curious. The raven had evidently given a unique feather.

In response to his inquiry.

Merlin did not play the riddler and instead began to speak slowly in a deep voice.

"We all know that the Elder Wand of the Three Sacred Artifacts of Death has always been known as the most powerful wand, but that was only before your wand was born."

He gazed at the wand in Ian's hand, his expression filled with emotion.

"Uh... I don't think it has greatly increased my power, though." Ian, having not used the Elder Wand, turned his wand over and over but felt it was not as legendary as the Elder Wand was rumored to be.

"That's only because you haven't reached the level to wield its full power," Merlin answered, though this answer was clearly beyond the little wizard's expectations.

"Not even a legend?"

Ian was greatly astonished.

"Yes."

Merlin replied with certainty, his voice soft.

"You need to advance further to truly unleash the power of this wand, because..." He paused for a moment before lowering his voice.

"The gods are being held in your hand."