Shadow of the Beautiful World

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On the afternoon of the next day, Merlin, the servant of the wind, held an ugly cat, and finally found a bar that looked extremely old in the outermost part of this remote town.

A dirty iron sign, which is hard to read clearly, hangs outside the room, above which is a jumping horse.

This is where the fate of Merlin is about to be decided.

But when Merlin tried to push the bar's door open, he was stopped by the old man who was sitting at the bar's door and smoking a pipe.

The old man with gray hair glanced at Merlin with his chaotic eyes. He coughed a few times and said to Merlin:

"No outsiders are welcome here."

"I have an appointment with someone."

Merlin said softly that the old man asked again:

"Who?"

"Mr. Arthur."

"Which Arthur?"

The old man was a little impatient. Merlin ignored the impatience in the old man's words. He replied:

"Mr. Arthur Weasley."

"Oh?"

When he heard the name, the old man burst out a smoke. He looked at Merlin with suspicious eyes. After a few seconds, the old man snorted and retracted the arm that blocked Merlin.

He warned:

"I don't know where you heard the name from, but you better not lie to me. Although the Weasleys are sore and despondent, and they have a good opinion of Muggles, they also inherited the rules of the pure blood family. Those who dare to deceive them...hehe."

Merlin ignored the janitor, he held Crookshanks, pushed the door open, and walked into the bar.

The time of this meeting is not the time when the bar is open, so this decoration is very old. In the small bar with deer head dotted on the walls, there is no one except for a black bartender.

Merlin sat on the bar, he said to the barman in front of him:

"A glass of wine, whatever you want."

The bartender glanced at Merlin. After a while, he brought a small glass of wine for Merlin. He placed the wine with amber light in front of Merlin's eyes, then folded his arms and said:

"The four-year-old Steller's Poison Liquor is priced at 1 gold gallon plus 7 silver silver. This face-to-face gentleman, how do you pay?"

"Uh..."

When he saw this weird cocktail in front of him, Merlin suddenly realized a problem.

In New York, Constantine, the unreliable third-rate wizard, once said that wizards in the magic world use another currency, which only circulates among wizards, and Merlin does not have this currency at all.

And Merlin also remembered Constantine said the exchange rate of gold gallon and pound.

One gold gallon is equal to 5 pounds, or 7 dollars.

Merlin looked at the wine glass that was too small to be in front of him, and the liquor that only had two-thirds of the wine glass, he knew... he was pitted.

"Do you accept cash here?"

Merlin opened his wallet and looked at the bartender, who smiled coldly:

"No!"

Seeing the sneer on the bartender's face, Merlin knew that the guy in front of him was deliberately looking for something, maybe he was bullying other people's first-born and had never seen the world.

But Merlin didn't have to be afraid of him at all. In the dark perception, he could clearly see that the magical breath of the barman in front of him was extremely weak, not even as good as the old man at the door.

In other words, this guy is just pretending!

Merlin's face also froze. He took something out of his coat and shot it on the bar.

"What about this? Can't you accept it?"

The thing is boxy, exuding cold and deadly light under the light, it's... a large caliber pistol filled with bullets and loaded.

It may not be possible to deal with a formal wizard, but with a single bullet, the real "dumb cannon" in front of you can be sent to heaven.

The black bartender clearly knew what was in Merlin's hand. He took a subconscious step back and saw the scornful smile on Merlin's face.

At this time he knew that he was exposed.

This made the bartender annoyed, but just as he was about to trouble Merlin again, a low voice came from the door.

"That glass of wine should be worth $5. Okay, Mr. Merlin, don't be embarrassed. He is just a little guy who likes pranks, let him go."

The appearance of this voice made the barman who was about to make trouble immediately obedient and even flattered. He said to the person:

"Good day, Mr. Arthur, do you still drink "Three Headed Dog Hair" according to your habits?"

"Well, have a drink."

The man gave a command and sat in the chair beside Merlin.

He seemed to be in his 40s and had blonde hair, which seemed to be taken care of casually.

He was tall, about 1.85, wearing a black trench coat, a slightly old gentleman shirt, a purple tie, and a slightly worn handbag in his hand.

The man's eyes are bright and bright, his nose is large, his forehead is wide, he looks young and powerful, and he has a gentle temperament.

It seemed very easy to deal with, his voice was very magnetic, and he was always very soft, like he was afraid to disturb something.

"Are you Mr. Arthur? Father Ron?"

Merlin looked at the man next to him. The latter nodded, but his attention was all on the silver pistol at Merlin's hand.

"Steel technology, the use of gunpowder again."

The man looked at the cold pistol. He said enthusiastically:

"In the Muggle world, there are always such interesting things. They are really smart... but it is dangerous, especially for the little wizards who are weak in experience and power. A pistol can trigger A disaster."

"Can you give it to me? Mr. Merlin, I am very interested in these things. Maybe by studying this dangerous thing, I can come up with a way to protect the little wizards from threats."

"of course."

Merlin held out his finger and pushed his gun in front of Mr. Arthur. The latter was a little clumsy, but picked up the thing with great interest. Under Merlin’s teaching, this man who seemed to have never touched the gun, only spent In less than 2 minutes, I knew how to use this weapon.

He withdrew from the magazine and flicked his fingers gently, and the brass bullet jumped out of the magazine. Hovering in front of Arthur in a suspended manner. Then the whole gun was quickly disassembled under the control of the invisible hand.

"Wonderful thoughts!"

Arthur sighed, stroking the parts with his fingers, but after a moment, he looked at the pistol that he regrouped in his hand but could not excite.

He must have misplaced one or two parts.

Merlin smiled. He took the pistol and reassembled it in a dazzling way, and reassembled it within a few seconds. Then handed it to Arthur, he said:

"Maybe you need a textbook that explains the principles of firearms and gunpowder."

"Really? Is there such a special textbook in the Muggle world?"

Mr. Arthur put the pistol back in his handbag. He took his own wine and chatted with Merlin.

This wizard is very talkative. From gunpowder to elevators, from cars to airplanes, from engines to ships, he is very interested in everything he calls the "Muggle World".

This also puzzled Merlin, he asked:

"Mr. Arthur, you can find all the knowledge you want to know in any library. Superb wizards like you can't find these books for no reason?"

"I know they are in the library, but I can't get them, Mr. Merlin."

Arthur drank a glass of wine with some regrets. He talked to Merlin:

"I work in the Ministry of Magic, a department called the Muggle Abuse Prevention Department. With the encouragement of some enlightened wizards, I personally wrote the Muggle Protection Act, but unfortunately, the wizards have a stereotype about Muggles. It’s hard to eliminate. My daily job is to prohibit my compatriots from overusing the items you produce, lest civilizations from outside influence the traditions of the wizarding world."

"There are billions of people in the Muggle world, but the total number of wizards in the world, even together with dumb cannons, is less than 3 million... This means that once the window of communication between the two parties is opened, the wizards have adhered to the tradition for thousands of years. , May be completely annihilated in less than 10 years."

Arthur shrugged and said to Merlin:

"So, some of our insistence may be slightly closed to you, but it is necessary for the inheritance of magic."

"Oh... is that the case?"

Merlin nodded clearly, and he wanted to learn more about the wizard. But Mr. Arthur took a quaint pocket watch out of his pocket. He looked at the time, then coughed and put down the glass in his hand.

His expression became serious, and he looked at Merlin:

"Okay, entertainment time is over, Mr. Merlin."

"I heard Hermione say that you are a dumb cannon from North America? Want some magic textbooks from me?"

"um, yes."

Merlin tried to make himself look sincere. He said sadly:

"My parents are..."

"Do not!"

The lie he had made had not been started, but was interrupted by Arthur. The wizard was looking at Merlin in front of him, and he said quietly:

"you are not!"

Merlin's expression froze instantly.

He heard Arthur say slowly:

"Children are always simple in mind. They know some legends about dumb cannons and they think they can take advantage of them. But they ignore one thing. I have worked in the Ministry of Magic for more than 30 years. The dumb cannons I have seen are more than the books they read. many."

Arthur looked at Merlin, he said:

"You are not a dumb cannon, Mr. Merlin, the gap between you and the dumb cannon is so great that if I am a blind man, I can easily tell."

He pointed to the busy bartender Git on the other side and said to Merlin:

"That's the gesture that a dumb cannon should have. It's a clever talk about Muggles and an awe of wizards. But I can't see a humble and flattering look in your eyes. You should be an identity in the Muggle world. Decent, maybe a public official, Merlin...I guess right?"

"The wizard's observing power is really keen."

Merlin took a breath. He looked at Arthur calmly, took his ID from his arms, and said to Arthur:

"You guessed it right, Mr. Arthur, I am indeed not a dumb cannon. I am a government official, responsible for security work. Believe me, if I can choose, I will not want to have a relationship with magic. So far, It only brings pain to me."

"So, talk about it."

Arthur patted his handbag, he said to Merlin:

"The things you need are here. But you have to tell me your past, so that I can judge whether I should help you. Merlin, like the firearms you gave me, these teaching materials are not worth one. Mention, but I also don’t want it to be spread in the Muggle world. Responsible for protecting these ancient secrets, this is my job..."

"Also, Merlin, I have to warn you in advance."

Mr. Arthur’s expression became slightly more dangerous. He looked directly at Merlin’s eyes and said:

"Your relationship with Miss Hermione is very close. I don't know how you became her friend at the moment, but as a formal wizard, it is my duty to protect the little wizard. I hope you can handle you and Hermione correctly. Relationship, I am not asking you to leave her, but to ask you not to approach her with evil purpose, let alone use her!"

"If she or her friend is hurt because of you, then the cage of Azkaban or Newmongarde is your home for the rest of your life."

"can you do it?"

Faced with Arthur's unkind questioning, Merlin said rightly:

"I can do it!"

"My duty is also to protect innocent people against the hidden evils. My reunion with Hermione is just an accident, but I want to thank this accident, which brought me life... if you need it, I can Take an oath. Should your wizards have this magic of binding oaths?"

Merlin's question made Mr. Arthur a little hesitant. He coughed and said:

"It does. But I will not allow you and Hermione to restrain each other that way..."

"Merlin, after you accept this textbook, you will be included in the monitoring list of the British Ministry of Magic. If you use magic on the British land to do evil, then it is a pity that all Aurors throughout the UK will try to hunt you down. "

"What if it's in North America?"

Merlin asked, and Arthur smiled. He said:

"That's the matter of the US Magic Congress... Listen to me, compared to our style of doing things, our counterparts in North America have a slightly rude and ruthless approach. So no matter where you are, you'd better restrain yourself ."

"Okay, now, tell your story."

Mr. Arthur leaned on the bar, he looked at Merlin, he said:

"Convince me with a real story. Don't try to lie. I am a formal wizard. I have many ways to judge the truth of what you say."

"right now..."

"Start your story, I'm listening."

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