Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 838 236: The Real Secret! Earth-Shattering Mystery!

The magic of memory continues to unfold.

Accompanied by the somewhat sharp sound of the raven, countless woven scenes become clear, memories from Merlin's childhood until adulthood.

A year of seasons.

Interwoven and replaced.

The light and shadows in the forest gradually transform, the cycle of seasons swiftly spinning in Merlin's memory. The surroundings transform from the fresh green of spring to the lush life of summer, then to the golden hue of autumn and the silver white of winter, constantly alternating. Amidst this seasonal change, the young Merlin gradually grows into a tall and straight youth.

And that black raven always accompanies him, like a stern mentor.

"Slow down, slow down."

Ian wants to learn more information, of course, he cannot digest Merlin's past at such a fast forward pace; he senses that Merlin seems to intentionally hide certain information.

No doubt.

Hearing the young wizard's words, Merlin knew he couldn't trick Ian anymore, so he sighed and readjusted his memory presentation, unwilling for embarrassing pasts to be exposed.

You'll see.

Accompanied by Merlin's slower presentation.

In the same forest near the monastery, when spring returned to the earth, and everything revived, the fairy-tale-like forest exuded increasingly vibrant vitality.

Tender new sprouts appear from the branches, colorful wildflowers bloom on the grassland, the breeze gently sways the flowers releasing bursts of enchanting fragrance.

Little Merlin still lives here.

However.

The playtime is evidently decreasing, replaced by all sorts of learning.

The young Merlin sits under an ancient oak tree, holding a worn-out magic book, furrowed brows seemingly struggling to comprehend the book's content. His face is tender, yet his eyes brim with a unique scholarly aura, rapidly browsing through the books as if understanding upon reading.

On this matter.

Ian can't help but feel amazed.

At such a learning speed, only when he learned the Dark Arts could surpass Merlin; in the Dark Arts, he now possesses a hearing-leads-to-learning ability.

At this moment.

Ian noticed a raven flying from afar, under the tree, Merlin's hair stands even without looking up, apparently having developed a specific "spider sense" towards the raven.

Little Merlin instantly feels like facing a formidable foe.

Yet, he doesn't dare to stand up and escape.

He proved during the first meeting that bipedal beings not only lose in races with quadrupeds, also falling behind birds that can fly and teleport.

You'll see, the raven's posture resembles black lightning, diving straight from the sky, steadily landing on a rock before Merlin.

"Here you are, little bro," the raven shook its wings, its golden eyes fixed on Merlin, said with a sharp voice, "Today Lord Raven will still train you diligently."

Upon hearing, Little Merlin's face almost turns as bitter as a gourd. However, the raven ignores his emotions and starts supervising Little Merlin's magic practice.

"Today, start with Fire Escape, watch closely the Great Fireball Technique." The raven said, waving its wings, its wings surprisingly form seals, causing surrounding air to thicken instantly.

"..."

Seeing this memory scene, Ian also feels countless alpacas galloping in his heart, now understanding why Merlin's previous magic releases involved furious seal-making hands.

Turns out...that's learned here at Qinghai Yao!

Beside him, Merlin's expression remains unchanged, just eyes filled with reminiscing, evidently seeing nothing improper in this magic release method.

This is clearly not the embarrassing history he wanted to hide.

"Flame Magic!"

When learning magic, Little Merlin no longer resists as previously, his eyes earnest, full of desire for knowledge, never blinking while watching the rapidly growing fireball.

From basketball-sized to comparable to a small sun, the earth baked as if hit by disaster, Little Merlin earnestly learns each detail of Raven's magic exertion.

His hands imitate the Raven's wing seal method, slightly clumsy, yet clearly a good seedling for Qinghai Yao's shaking flower hands, eliciting joy akin to sect Saint Son's call.

Very soon.

Little Merlin successfully coalesced a small fireball, regarded as extremely swift learning, compared to Hogwarts students who would feel hopeless.

However.

"Not big enough! Not big enough! Feel your magic power! Output your magic power! Big is truth! Big is the principle!" Raven reprimanded impatiently.

Seeing Merlin's face flush, only managing a small truck-sized fireball, the Raven flew up in anger, pecking another large bump on little Merlin's head.

This harshness.

Upon seeing it, Merlin being reminiscent like seeing a ghost is no surprise.

"Remember, Merlin, the essence of magic is the extension of will. You must believe you can, to truly master it." Raven's teaching was unequivocal.

Rich in valuable teachings.

Little Merlin seems thoughtful.

Slightly comprehended.

Re-execution of magic.

Thus, a fireball comparable to a large airplane appears.

"Hm, this is not bad, but anyway needs more practice...hahaha, I'm truly an outstanding mentor!" Raven joyfully flaps away into the distance.