Ten minutes later, at the entrance of Merlin's mansion, Merlin was bidding farewell to two high-end Aurors who came late at night.

A wooden box was floating beside Esinus, containing the old witch Umbridge who had just been spitted out by Gugu. This guy was not dead yet, but her condition was much worse than death.

Her body was covered with gastric juice from the Yuan-Devouring Beast. The corrosive gastric juice corroded her body with terrible scars. Of course, these traumas were not a problem for the wizard.

But Umbridge suffered a mental impact from being thrown into a terrifying stomach sac that was as terrifying as a black hole.

When she was vomited, her eyes were already dull and her mental breakdown was no different from a madman.

She was very uncooperative, which forced Esinus to knock her out with magic, and then threw it into a special box in a tie.

Beside Esinus, the silent and cold senior Auror Crow said to Merlin:

"According to the arrangements of Speaker Samuel, you need to notify your boss, Mr. Nick Fury, to wait patiently. In 7 days, someone will guide him to the headquarters of the Magic France Society."

"Also, Speaker Samuel agreed to your application for compensation."

The crow took out a stacked piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Merlin, warning:

"This is the spell you want, but you can only watch it alone. After watching it, it will not be spread. Moreover, you cannot use this spell on ordinary people for no reason. There is a reason why it is called the Unforgivable Mantra!"

"It's just a mantra."

Merlin took the piece of paper and glanced at it. After a few seconds, a high temperature mist rose between his fingers and burned the paper in front of the crow. He said:

"As far as I know, every Auror has this spell, and those dark wizards use it as a common spell, and it is far from being a secret."

"I thought you would ask the Avada Sauvignon Curse."

Esinus whispered:

"That thing is more suitable for you."

"That's what happened later."

Merlin waved to the two Aurors in front of him, and said:

"It is very difficult to rely on self-study for advanced spells. I am very clear about my limits of ability. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you sitting on a magic broom. Do you need me to send you home?"

“We drove here by ourselves.”

Esinus took out the car key and pressed it. The sound of the car lock being opened in the darkness in the distance came. He pulled his top hat and waved goodbye to Merlin. He said with a warning voice:

"I know some of you agents' habits. What I want to say is that maybe we will cooperate in the future, but don't disturb our family! They don't know our identities, and I don't want them to know! Once I find out, you guys."

"Wait, where do you know the impression of agents?"

Merlin interrupted Esinus' warning, saying:

"Who would risk offending a wizard to monitor a few ordinary people? Which ordinary agent can escape your reconnaissance and forgetting spells? Don't think too much, my friend, SHIELD is a security agency, and the most important thing is that we have the brain and will not do stupid things!"

Merlin's answer made Esinus a little embarrassed, and the fat wizard whispered:

"I see that in those agent movies made by Muggles, they are all performed in this way."

"Okay, let's not say much. Let's go and have a break early. By the way, this is the mobile phone number. Please note it. If you have any questions, call."

The fat wizard waved a note to Merlin. He sat in the pickup carriage opened by the crow, shook the glass, and said to Merlin:

"Also, take care of Mr. Porter, his identity is very sensitive."

Merlin waved his hand and watched the black pickup in front of him disappear into the dark street at an extremely fast speed. He turned around and walked back to the house, sitting alone on the sofa, and began to think about the information he had just received.

To be honest, the amount of information I got when chatting with Auror was a bit large.

First of all, the cooperation that Fury has been seeking has already made a breakthrough. Judging from the information Essinus said, the Ministry of Magic in North America is facing a lot of security pressure, and they seem to hope to reach cooperation with powerful organizations.

In other words, as long as SHIELD maintains an ostensible suppression of various supernatural events related to magic, cooperation between the two parties is likely to be achieved.

Secondly, Constantine's news is right.

The Ministry of Magic has set his sights on him, and it hasn't been the one I have set his sights on recently.

A few years ago, when Merlin was looking for wizards all over the world, he didn't notice that those wizards were actually secretly observing him.

As of now, the North American Magic France Association still has good intentions towards Merlin, which should be considered a good thing. But how long can their kindness last?

If Merlin follows the worst direction, she keeps collecting fragments of the power of the Three Palace Demon and constantly transforming towards the semi-demon, then one day, Merlin will become one of the enemies that the Demon France will always be trying to eradicate.

So under that kindness, there is actually a little bit of vigilance.

But the good news is that the wizards in North America seem very open-minded compared to the old-fashioned British wizards. Perhaps Merlin can get a way to completely eradicate this dark curse from them.

Last and most important.

In the dark living room, Merlin held the kitten Gugu, and he closed his eyes and recalled the words that the high-level Auror crow had said inadvertently.

"You have the power we don't understand!"

Although this sentence is short, the meaning contained in it is not simple at all.

The crow means that the mysterious power that may exist behind Merlin is difficult for the great wizards of the Demon France Society to understand. This shows that the source of the mysterious power that prompted Merlin to reach the present is more terrifying than Merlin imagined.

The secret it represents is greater than the thousands of years of history of the wizard civilization.

“The more you know, the more you doubt.”

Merlin rubbed her forehead with a headache, and he whispered:

"Now it seems that I've wasted a best opportunity for Phantom Stucker, when will you appear again?"

Merlin felt the strangeness of the power behind him. He already knew that his destiny seemed to be largely not controlled by him. The bad luck or help that would always come at critical moments, whether good or bad, made him unable to sleep or eat.

And he had a chance to understand all this.

That was the day after he signed the contract with Sanguchi, on the day when James was injured, in that street cafe. When he really met the mysterious Phantom Stranger for the first time, the guy who called himself an observer told him:

"If you want to get the right answer, you have to ask the right questions first."

Unfortunately, Merlin placed that precious opportunity on a meaningless question at that time. If he was asked now, he would never be so reckless.

But now it's useless to regret.

In the darkness, Merlin held Gugu, placed it beside the cat's nest on the balcony, then yawned and walked back to his room.

He was a little tired and needed a night's sleep.

Merlin did not notice that in the corner of his room, the black and white cat picked up by Gugu was squatting there, looking at him with bright eyes, as if observing him in the darkness and examining him.

In the following days, the children did not encounter any hellish crises again.

After experiencing the troubles caused by the old witch Umbridge, the children seemed to have a lot better luck. Merlin also took them to Disney Park in California once, and the children had a great time.

On the plane back to New York, Harry told Merlin that for a moment, he even wanted to give up all magic, and to be an ordinary, but peaceful and happy Muggle.

But both of them knew that this was impossible.

After Voldemort's return, Harry, the person who had "killed" him once, will inevitably be targeted. What awaits Harry will be a path full of darkness and suffering.

But this child will reach the end of the road and touch that ray of hope.

Merlin is not a prophet, and he hasn't even learned any prophetic magic, but he just feels that the boy's story will not end in darkness.

He will have a happy and peaceful life and future as he expected.

"This is my gaming console, and these discs."

In the living room of Merlin's house, Eric was helping Ron pack his luggage. He was holding an 80% new game console in his hand and put it in Ron's box with some reluctance. He said to his new friend:

"I've asked Hermione that you wizards can do a lot of magical things, but there are always some things you don't have."

He patted Ron on the shoulder and said to Ron:

"For example, game consoles, such as electronic games, I always read magic books and occasionally need some entertainment. When new games are released, I will find a way to send them to you."

"This is your favorite thing."

Ron stroked the game console in the box and said to Eric:

"I appreciate the kindness, but I can't ask for it, and my mom won't like me playing this."

"Then hide in the house and play secretly."

Eric said:

"A ordinary person can escape Merlin's sudden inspection. Can't you hide anything as a wizard?"

“That’s right.”

Ron nodded thoughtfully. He thought about it, looked around and took off a silver ring from his finger and handed it to Eric, and he said:

"Then this is a gift. It's not a valuable thing. This thing was used by my brother. When I carry it, my memory and attention will improve. This thing is specially used to memorize spells. It does not require the spell to be activated, but it must be placed in the sun for at least 15 minutes every day."

"Also, I will Tobir help you find the African country of Wakanda."

Ron patted Eric on the shoulder and said:

"I'm a wizard, don't worry about this problem anymore, I will definitely find it for you."

On the other side, in Harry's room, Merlin was helping Harry clean up his box. Because he had bought a lot of things in the past few days, Harry's original magic handbag could not hold these things. Merlin prepared two oversized boxes for him before putting them in.

Harry was not in a good mood because he was going to return to Dursley's house at No. 4 Livervet Road tomorrow.

If he had a choice, he was reluctant to face his unflattering uncle and aunt.
To be continued...