After completing Minerva's asylum application, Merlin did not stay at the Bridge and Tunnel Authority for too long.

He could see that Agent Z was actually quite busy. He did not disturb the alien affairs expert anymore. He was sitting alone in the silver elevator, preparing to leave the place.

While taking the elevator, Merlin unexpectedly met two fellow travelers.

A black guy and an old white man were all wearing black suits and black tie like Z, looking like a field agent of m.i.b.

"Man, you're so pretty."

When the elevator was closed, the black guy standing next to Merlin said to Merlin:

"Are you a new agent? Hello, my name is j."

Looking at his hand stretched out and his friendly smile, Merlin nodded at him without shaking his hands, he said:

"Hello, my name is Merlin."

"Are you not our agent?"

J's expression became alert, and he reached out to take out a silver metal rod from his pocket, he said:

"Who are you? How could you enter the base of m.i.b? We are not open to outsiders."

Merlin glanced at the metal rod in J's hand. He knew that this thing was called a memory clearer, which was equivalent to the same meaning of the s.d.o.l.d. agent. This thing was the standard configuration of agent m.i.b.

Its effect is equivalent to a technological version of the Forgetful Spell. Although it does not seem like the Forgetful Spell that can delete target-specific memories based on the caster's ideas, it is better because of its flexibility and convenience. As long as you master the method, ordinary people can use it.

However, this thing has a fatal disadvantage. It uses light as the information carrier, so it can be reflected off by sunglasses and other things.

Merlin could understand J's vigilance. If a stranger entered the S.H.E.L.D., he would be the same.

He shook his head and said to J in a gentle tone:

"I was invited by z to handle the task you just messed up, j, I mean, the one in Kansas."

"Wow, man, you're talking toxicly."

J's expression was a little bad. He was a young man in his 20s. Merlin's words undoubtedly touched his sore spot.

However, just as he was about to refute, he was interrupted by the mature and persistent agent beside him.

"Okay, j."

The old agent reached out and pressed the metal rod in J's hand, and he said to Merlin:

"You should be an agent of SHIELD, right?"

"Um."

Merlin nodded, and the old agent continued:

"My name is a senior agent k.i.b. Since you have taken on the task that we two cannot complete, I wish you good luck. Also, I want to remind you that the Kansas 'ghost' is dangerous."

"He is different from most other aliens. His strength is extremely strong. The speed of running alone is enough to get rid of the tracking of the sound wave tracker. We have seen him easily raise a truck with one hand just to stop us."

"Well, it seems you've seen him?"

Merlin looked at K and he asked:

"Is there any other news available? Man."

"He looks no different from those on earth. It is difficult for you to find him when you hide in the crowd. In addition, his senses are very developed. We seriously suspect that as long as he wants, he will likely be able to find traces of followers thousands of meters away."

K, who seemed very steady, whispered:

"If you're going to track him, then you'd better have a way to hide yourself."

"Well, I got it, that information is very important."

Merlin nodded to the old agent, then looked down at his watch, and he said:

"Thank you for sharing, man."

"But it's getting late, it's time for me to leave. I wish you a happy work today."

After saying that, the shape-shifting spell was activated. Under the gaze of j and k, Merlin's figure flashed and disappeared between the twists of light.

“Wow, cool!”

The young man j sighed, while the more steady k shrugged, he said:

"It looks like this Agent Merlin is still a wizard. Speaking of which, j, do you think he can catch that difficult ghost?"

"I'll see."

J snorted, the young man touched his stomach, he turned his head and said to K:

"Let's go for a meal, k, I'm hungry. Go to Mick's restaurant for an apple pie."

"Okay, but you treat me this time."

"Uh, okay."

On the afternoon of the third day, after lunch, Merlin used the shapeshifting spell to come to the underground laboratory in Europe.

When he arrived there, Little Hermione was sitting in a chair and reading the book quietly. In the past few days, Merlin, Hermione and Harry took turns to take care of Gatler. Since it was a mutation test on the human body, Vivian reminded them to observe Gatler's physical changes at all times so that they could react at any time.

Compared with the lively and weird little girl a few years ago, Hermione, who was still quite young, had a little more calmness after serving as a senior official in the Mysterious Item Management Department of the Ministry of Magic. Hermione had a little more calmness. Her temperament was becoming more and more like those wizards who acted steadily.

She sat in an easy chair in the lab, with her long soft hair resting on her shoulders, and the sleepy Crook Hill lay on Hermione's legs, the cat looked a little fatter than it was a few years ago.

"Meow"

The moment Merlin entered the laboratory, Crook Mountain suddenly raised his head as if awakened. When the ugly face saw Merlin appear, it jumped down from Hermione's legs and rushed towards Merlin, rubbing her head intimately on Merlin's trouser legs.

"Yo, Mount Crucker."

Merlin bent down and hugged the fat cat in his arms. While helping it to smooth out its hair, she said to Hermione who put away the magic book:

"How is Gatler's situation? Are there any signs of worsening?"

"No."

Hermione glanced at Gatler who was sleeping but was still struggling instinctively. A trace of pity and unbearance flashed in her eyes, and she replied:

"Mr. John's will is very strong, and he has never been defeated by pain, but this is not a good thing for him, which means his sense of pain is clear. I supplemented him with 2 sleeping spells and injected 3 nutrient solutions, but his vitality is still declining. I remember, you said this is normal?"

"Yes, this is normal."

Merlin put down Crook Hill, and he stood beside Hermione, looking at Gatler who was suffering in front of him, he said:

"The weakening of vitality is because the cells in his body are undergoing mutational transformation, and they need heat to maintain the new form after transformation. The mutation progress is close to 50%. If he can survive this level, it means that Gatler can be reborn from the ashes."

“This is too inhumane.”

Hermione sighed, holding her magic book, plucked the long hair in her ears, and said to Merlin:

"If Mr. John was still awake now, I doubt he would regret joining this experiment, even if it could save lives."

"No, little Hermione."

Merlin reached out to her hand on Little Hermione's shoulder and he whispered:

"You don't know Gatler, even if you do it again, he will definitely make the same choice. He is not a person who will give in to reality. Even if he wears a metal lifestyle, he will still want to survive. He can give everything for that glimmer of hope."

"Speaking of this, how are you and Ron doing lately?"

The atmosphere in the laboratory was a bit low, Merlin changed the topic and asked:

"I heard from Harry that you two had a fight before? What's going on? That idiot Ron actually dared to provoke my dear little sister, need me to beat him up for you, do you vent your anger?"

"Not that serious, Merlin! It's just a small contradiction."

Hermione whispered:

"He is too unmotivated. I asked him to continue working in the Ministry of Magic. Harry is now the commander of Auror. I am also a middle-level manager now. As long as he continues to survive for a few years, he will have a good future. But he insists on resigning and opening a magic trick shop with his two brothers."

Hermione said in a tangled tone:

“It’s so disappointing!”

"Uh, it's not so good that she's so strong, little Hermione."

Merlin patted Hermione on the shoulder and said:

"I know Ron's character. He is not as brave as Harry, nor as smart as you. Among you three, he is the most ordinary one. To be honest, I thought you would choose Harry instead of him. But now thinking about it, if you got together with Harry, who is soft on the outside and hard on the inside, you might be in a big fuss now." Mobile::

"Only Ron's personality can you willingly listen to you in everything, but little Hermione, you always have to give him some freedom. Men need some freedom. Maybe he feels that it is very stressful to work with you. I know how terrible it is to get angry."

"So, Merlin, are you talking for Ron?"

Hermione stared at Merlin, and she said a little aggrieved:

"I thought you would stand on my side without condition."

Merlin shook his head and said:

"I'm for your own good, Hermione. This is an experience. Not everyone needs to take the most glamorous and promising path, especially the wizard. Your lives are longer than ordinary people. Just imagine how tormenting it would be to spend more than ten years or even decades doing a job you don't like."

"You should give your husband the right to pursue his own life. Besides, Ron's spell casting level, let him be an Auror, and deal with dangerous creatures. Are you really relieved? If you want me, it's better to let him be a happy shopkeeper, at least you don't need to worry about his safety."

"What about you? Merlin."

Hermione looked at Merlin's face and asked:
To be continued...