Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 837 235: Schemes and Merlin's Memories_3

Even so.

He still had many languages left to learn. Like most wizards, he needed to spend a significant amount of time learning various languages and magic to communicate with alien races. Yet Merlin could naturally converse with animals, a talent that would make almost every wizard feel both envious and helpless.

It's important to note, even Slytherin was only a Snake-man, able to communicate with snakes, whereas Merlin could listen to the voice of all things and communicate with them all.

The gap between them in this respect was exceptionally large.

"Me? Can I be considered gifted too?" Merlin was slightly startled, then shook his head in resignation. He seemed to not quite agree with Ian, his gaze shifting to the distance.

Meanwhile.

The Memory Magic depicted Little Merlin approaching that direction.

In the scene, young Merlin was playing and chatting with little animals, inadvertently looking up at the branches of a large tree. There, a raven quietly stood, its feathers as dark as the night, shimmering with a metallic sheen. Its golden eyes were like two brilliant gemstones.

"It's not red?"

Ian was somewhat surprised.

Merlin did not respond.

He continued to watch as his younger self drew nearer.

"You're truly beautiful!"

Little Merlin was captivated by the raven's unique charisma, feeling a strong sense of curiosity, so he tried to approach the raven holding a piece of bread.

"Hello, little fellow, want some food?"

Little Merlin said softly, with a hint of anticipation in his tone. He attempted to communicate with the raven using means that had proven successful with small animals.

However.

The raven did not fly down to enjoy the food as Merlin had hoped. It merely glanced disdainfully at the bread in Merlin's hand and spoke in a slightly mocking tone.

"Sorry, don't eat raw food, love to avoid cilantro..." The raven's disdainful voice had a bit of sharpness, and its expressiveness was something Merlin still couldn't comprehend.

Little Merlin couldn't quite understand, but after being stunned for a moment, he quickly realized the raven's peculiarity—this raven was actually speaking human language!

"You can talk? Speak human language?"

Little Merlin's face showed a look of astonishment. His mouth slightly opened as if he couldn't believe his ears. But this astonishment only lasted for a moment.

"Hmm? Looking down on me?"

Soon, faced with the raven's unhappy expression, his astonishment was replaced by joy; he even jumped up excitedly, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

"Wow, amazing! Finally, I encounter a Fantastic Beast!" The boy's emotions were so direct; however, it clearly somewhat offended the raven perched on the branch.

"Don't speak nonsense! You are the Fantastic Beast! Your whole family are Fantastic Beasts! Your dad speaks so well, how did he end up birthing something like you!"

The raven suddenly flew up, its wings beating the air, making a "fluttering" sound. Its tone was annoyed, as if offended by Merlin's words.

Before Little Merlin could react, the raven already swooped down at him, its sharp beak mercilessly pecking away. Merlin let out a cry of pain, holding his head, trying to dodge the raven's attack. Yet, the raven was extremely fast; each peck landed precisely, soon causing his head to be covered with bumps large and small.

"Ah! Stop pecking! I was wrong!"

Little Merlin shouted while running, his voice filled with a hint of crying. But the raven was relentless, chasing after him, silent, just crazily pecking.

Ian watched this scene, unable to stop his mouth from twitching a few times. He recalled when he successfully transformed using Animagus and had also pecked Merlin in the form of a raven.

"Coincidence, all coincidence..."

Ian's excuse, of course, wouldn't convince Merlin.

"This was the first time I met you, and meeting you was my most carefree moment." Merlin's tone held a touch of nostalgia, as though he was reconciled after many trials.

He seemed to be 100% certain that Ian was this raven.

"And then? What happened later?"

Ian couldn't help but ask, his tone slightly curious. Hearing this, a perplexed look flashed across Merlin's face as the scene changed again with a wave of his hand.

"Quick! Use magic to open this can! I just had my mouth serviced today!"

"Alchemy is so simple, you are Merlin, so you should increase the intensity, you already know what alchemy is, hurry and copy this Deathly Hallows for me a hundred times, no, ten thousand times!"

"Just this? Just this? Just this, and you dare call yourself Merlin? Open your Magic Book! Didn't you see it says 'Wizard is God'? What? Not there? Then I'll use my mouth to dab some ink... Now this sentence is in your Magic Book. If today you still can't learn this "Fall of the Stars" magic, don't call yourself Merlin anymore!"

"You might as well call yourself Merlin Lunch Meat! You can't handle the name Merlin!"

The scene had yet to solidify.

The raven's voice had already sounded.

It was evident how much of a shadow the raven had left in Merlin's heart.