Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 833 - 234: Old Ruthless Dumbledore! The Mystery of Merlin! (Part 2)

"This is the best way to verify, come and sense me, to see if I’m lying." Merlin knew that both Ian and Dumbledore were masters of Legilimency.

However, normally his mind couldn’t be penetrated, and now he had opened up a part of his mind, even Nicolas Flamel could sense his mind and thoughts.

How should I put it?

This was something most wizards couldn’t achieve even if Merlin went easy on them, so don’t underestimate Nicolas Flamel’s magical prowess. Someone who can play at the same level with Dumbledore must be a Magic Master.

"There is indeed a need for me to conceal the potential dangers of my existence. That’s because even I can’t fully understand some issues within it, and I can’t determine a boundary that won’t cause any impact... Two legends have already died because of me, and I don’t want anyone to be the third."

Merlin’s voice was deep and sincere.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel exchanged a glance, reading the same message in each other’s eyes—they sensed Merlin’s sincerity and helplessness from his heart.

"Hmm?"

The little wizard’s expression gradually turned surprised.

Because of the existence of Extraordinary Traits, he sensed it even more clearly.

Merlin’s mind resembled a deep lake, with no ripples, waves, lies, or deceit, just stating what he believed.

"It seems Mr. Ambrosius was right, just knowing about it can bring danger." Dumbledore said in a low voice, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

"Indeed, there are still many areas in the magical world we have yet to explore." It was evident that after becoming a legend, Dumbledore was showing signs of rekindling his pursuit of magic.

"I’ve never heard of such things either." Nicolas Flamel nodded, a trace of deep thought in his eyes, and added, "Of course, provided Merlin hasn’t even deceived himself."

This Alchemy Master was more cautious, belonging to the same category as Ian, who, after confirming Merlin’s words, still furrowed his brows and said.

"You, always so mysterious and cryptic... According to you, don’t I also have to receive an Obliviate from you?" Ian really didn’t want to have any memories erased, instinctively feeling some resistance. From a philosophical perspective, would he still be the same person if he lost a part of his memory?

But if he didn’t forget this matter.

What if the disaster Merlin spoke of, which killed legends, came his way and he couldn’t withstand it?

Hiss!

Damn Merlin!

Putting me in a dilemma!

Perhaps Merlin wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t stop Ian from cursing Merlin in his heart once more, after all, when you’re not fond of someone, you might find their mere blinking annoying.

What’s more, Merlin now made Ian feel slightly apprehensive. And while the little wizard weighed the pros and cons, contemplating whether taking out Merlin would eliminate the so-called crisis.

Merlin’s eyelid twitched violently.

"There’s no need for you." He didn’t even know why he hurriedly explained that one, only trusting his own intuition, "That... that sinister matter should not be able to affect you, something even more sinister."

"Mixed motives?"

Though Ian felt slightly less troubled hearing this, he rolled his eyes at Merlin a few times, still unable to tell whether Merlin was praising him or mocking him.

"Just stating facts, I love stating facts." Merlin shrugged and smiled slightly, clearly having grasped Ian’s essence, who would have thought the Wizard King also liked to learn things second-hand.

At this time, Dumbledore stepped forward, looked at Merlin, and slowly said, "Though I know you must have used the Confundus Charm, I have checked, and Hogwarts indeed is willing to accept you as its student; therefore, I am willing to grant you a trust, but this trust is not unlimited."

Merlin was briefly stunned upon hearing this, then seemed to understand something, nodding somewhat knowingly at Dumbledore, accompanied by a heartfelt, slight bow.

"Thank you for the trust."

He exhaled a long breath.

Ian raised his eyebrows, seeming to want to say something, but Dumbledore had already looked at Nicolas Flamel. Catching on, Nicolas Flamel nodded, and then Dumbledore waved his magic wand, enveloping Nicolas Flamel in a gentle light. Moments later, Nicolas Flamel’s gaze became somewhat dazed.

As if he had forgotten something important. Next, Dumbledore took a deep breath and aimed his wand at himself. Seeing this, Ian was startled, his pupils contracting suddenly—only to see Dumbledore’s body tremble slightly, his gaze also becoming dazed for a moment, then returning to normal.

"This... this is too ruthless, even being so harsh on yourself, Voldemort isn’t undeserving! I think Grindelwald isn’t undeserving either!" Ian was shocked watching this scene. He didn’t expect Dumbledore would cast Obliviate on himself, and this kind of harsh approach towards himself once again showed him the resolve of the old headmaster.

While the little wizard was still gulping, pondering whether, if it were him in place, he could be so decisively ruthless.

"Mr. Olivander."

Dumbledore spoke, with a tinge of warmth in his tone.

"The family letter your grandfather entrusted us to bring has been given to you." His tone was natural, as if nothing had happened just now.