At midnight, Merlin walked out of her burning fireplace.
He was holding a black box in his hand, filled with various alchemy materials. In his pocket, he was filled with spells that had just been copied. Although he could not find a powerful soul protection spell, Merlin barely returned to the exchange.
He copied a lot of spells from the great wizard's library, which was enough to make his life "full" in the next few years.
Merlin put the copied spells in the basement box, and then began to fiddle with the bottles and jars. He handled the alchemy materials he had just obtained. The materials were very complicated and complicated. It seemed that Merlin was planning to make a complex potion.
In fact, it is indeed the case.
He found a few years ago how to make Animagos potion from the Death Eater Bellatrix, but he has never been able to find all the materials to make this complex potion.
This is very natural. As a very high-level spell in the transformation technique, as a permanent type of deformation spell, its production method is cumbersome and difficult.
To be honest, this ability cannot bring improvements to Merlin's combat effectiveness or self-protection ability, but it is very important and useful to Merlin's work nature.
The little cat transformed by Ms. McGonagall made Merlin unable to see through it, which proves that the effect of that transformation curse is indeed amazing.
But to be honest, when I actually started making this potion, Merlin felt the real tricky factor.
It’s not that it’s so difficult to make a potion. Merlin is now a skilled maker of potion. The main problem is that some of the making steps of this potion are very annoying.
For example, the first step.
It requires Merlin to hold a carefully selected single leaf of Mandela grass in his mouth for a full month.
During this process, the leaves cannot be damaged.
And at any time, you cannot swallow the leaves or take them out of your mouth. Once Merlin does this, the whole process must start over.
This is a very tormenting process, which means that Merlin must remain silent to the greatest extent for a month, and this is just the first step.
Fortunately, in the face of this situation where silence must be maintained, Merlin has a replacement.
He put the cleaned Mandela grass leaves under his tongue, which smelled like cool mint, and then took out an alchemy product he had made a few months ago from the drawer.
It was a silver pendant with strange round holes on it. In the meantime, wind was passing through the round holes and making a whistle-like sound.
But this is not a whistle.
Merlin wrapped the pendant around his wrist. After coughing a few times, his mouth didn't move, his voice rang out from the pendant on his wrist.
“This is really tormenting.”
The sound was not very clear, like a cold, and it was somewhat chaotic. But it was not a problem for daily communication.
This is a "sounding device", which some wizards call "external tongue" or "second tongue". It was originally designed for wizards who could not speak, but later used in some weird places.
For example, some dark wizards will carry sounding devices with them, which is to avoid being unable to use magic to fight back after being affected by the Silence Spell.
Underwater, or in a vacuum space where the air is drained, wizards can also communicate with each other with sound generators.
Merlin sat on the chair while holding the mandela grass in his mouth and began to make the remaining materials.
To become an Animagus, there are eight phases that are used in each phase. Merlin must prepare all the materials in advance, and this is a long and complex project that cannot be completed in one day.
Fortunately, after experiencing the vampire war, Merlin should have a long leisure time and he has enough time to prepare.
While waiting for the medicine in the crucible to melt, Merlin, who was idle, picked up a piece of paper at hand. He looked at the "wish spell" recorded on the paper. Although this spell had already indicated an extremely high failure rate, Merlin felt that he still needed to give it a try.
After all, this spell looks interesting
He pulled out his wand, and the sounding device wrapped around his wrist simulated the sound of Merlin chanting the spell. As his wrist turned, dark red magic power was injected into the wand. In the light shining, Merlin used the wishing spell for the first time.
“aiowanting!”
"Swish"
In the flash of light, something strange seemed to appear out of thin air and jumped into Merlin's hands.
He put down his wand, frowned, and looked at the things in his hand left and right.
It was a black, silky, hollowed-out, and it felt very light and comfortable, similar to clothes. Merlin placed the thing under his nostrils and sniffed it gently. He could smell a familiar smell on the thing.
If he remembers correctly, it should have smelled it once 8 years ago, with a special perfume smell.
"Lingdie's pajamas"
Merlin looked at the black silk pajamas in his hand with a laugh and cry. He had a headache and didn't know how to deal with the things in his hand.
No wonder the great wizards gave this mantra poor evaluations after the Wishing Spell. It turns out that this is the reason.
Is this spell for fun?
"It should be Carol's pajamas."
Merlin complained with a voice-over. He wanted to throw the pajamas into the trash can, but after thinking about it, he still took it, walked into the room, and threw it into the washing machine.
Merlin leaned against the exterior wall of his yard. In the calm and bright moonlight, he raised his head and looked at the stars above him.
Maybe it was because the distance was too far, maybe it was because there was not real love between him and Carol. In short, although the result of this wishing spell was funny, it also unexpectedly pointed out some of Merlin's inner entanglements.
Perhaps, the relationship between him and Carol is more like a feeling of being in love with each other to keep warm. The emotions of helping each other break through the shackles of reason under the influence of alcohol.
"Maybe, it's time to let it go."
He wanted to light a cigarette, but Merlin eventually gave up on the idea considering the Mandela grass in his mouth.
He put his hands in his pockets, and under the moonlight, he whispered:
"Everyone can see me alone, and even Samuel is starting to care about my private life. It's so bad. Maybe it's time to find a girlfriend."
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the phone in the address book that he had not made in eight years. Finally, Merlin pressed the call button.
After a few seconds of waiting, the familiar, lazy voice appeared in Merlin's ears.
"Hey? Who are you? Do you deserve a beating when you call this time?"
"Miss Lingdie, I am Meilin."
The sound from the sound generator echoed in the phone's microphone, Merlin said in this special way:
"Remember me?"
"Oh, Mr. 5 million, I remember."
The mercenary opposite immediately became energetic and asked:
"You call here, are you going to hire me?"
"I remember you said it before"
Merlin said:
"Being friends with you is $10,000 a day, right?"
"right."
Lingdie said:
"Ten thousand a day, no bargaining price!"
"All right."
Meilin roughly calculated the balance in his bank card, and he said to Lingdie:
"Then let's come for one day first and find an old friend to have some wine, isn't it a problem?"
"OK."
Lingdie didn't hesitate, and agreed immediately. However, she reminded her:
"Just be friends, I mean, if you're going to do something else, you'll have extra money."
"Don't worry, it's just a friend."
Merlin replied:
"I have no other intentions, at least not now. Where are you now? I'll go find you."
"Well, Las Vegas, at my house, I'm on vacation lately."
In the casino far away from New York, Lingdie, who was lying on the bed with a lazy look on her face, reported an address. She stood up lazily and planned to clean up the room so that she could receive this "friend" who had not been in contact for several years.
But just as the butterfly stood up from the bed, with the sudden twist of the light in the room, Merlin appeared in front of her.
Even for the knowledgeable female mercenary, this way of appearance is too amazing.
The most deadly thing is
A woman living alone and having a carefree personality, usually dresses well and is more casual when she is at home alone.
"ah!"
Lingdie screamed, she covered her chest with her hands and shouted to Meilin:
"Turn around! Hell! Is it amazing to know teleportation? Can you just break into someone else's house so casually? You're so rude! You're adding money! You'll have 20,000 today!"
"Uh, OK."
Meilin admired the perfect figure of the spirit butterfly, and then turned around obediently.
Behind him, Lingdie quickly wore clothes. After not seeing each other for a few years, the female mercenary was still the same, almost no different from the image in Merlin's memory.
There was indeed no difference at all, just like time stopped flowing on her.
Meilin still remembers that Lingdie said that she had lived for a long time, and it seems that she also belongs to the category of "old monster".
“It’s quite messy here.”
Merlin frowned and looked at the messy bedroom in front of her, where all kinds of clothes were thrown on the ground, wrapping paper for finished snacks, several broken cups, and full ashtrays.
Looking at the things in front of him, Merlin suddenly realized that the spirit butterfly might not be as perfect as he remembers.
Memory will always instinctively modify those old friends. The longer the time, the more perfect the image of those old friends will be. In fact, they are also human beings and they also have shortcomings.
“sourgify!”
“reparo!”
Merlin swung his magic wand, and as the magic injected power was injected, it was like a pair of invisible hands sweeping across the luxurious mansion of the spirit butterfly. The scattered garbage and broken containers were all sorted up at a very fast speed.
The stains on the clothes were cleaned up and hung in the closet, the scattered garbage was thrown into the trash can, the dust on the carpet was also washed away, and finally the ashtray was full, which was also cleaned up.
A few minutes later, Miss Lingdie, who changed into a long skirt and tidied up her hair, walked out of the bathroom and saw a brand new room that seemed to have been cleaned up by the best housekeeping service.
It was so clean that she couldn't even settle down.
"Oh, so, are you a wizard now?"
Lingdie stood behind Meilin with her waist on her waist, and she said in a little surprise:
"I knew that your life would not be that simple. When you were still weak, someone spent 5 million to save you now. Now, that 5 million is worth it, right?"
The two have not met each other for 8 years, but unexpectedly, after meeting, there was not much alienation between them.
This is probably because Merlin is a person who values ​​emotions, and Lingdie, her slightly indulgent personality, determines that she is not the kind of person who will be changed by time.
"It's worth it. If there was no day, there would be no me now."
Merlin turned around, his mouth closed and his face was smiling, but his voice echoed in the room with emotion. He looked at the butterfly and asked:
"How are you doing in the past few years? Are everything going well?"
"Freak guy."
Lingdie glanced at Meilin, she reached out and plucked her hair, and said with a bored look on her face:
"That's it. I keep taking tasks, making money, spending money, and then running around the world with tasks. I occasionally take a vacation. You're here in time. I'm going to fly to Europe tomorrow and just take a job."
After saying that, Lingdie looked at the time. She picked up the red handbag placed on the table and said to Meilin:
"Let's go."
"Hmm? What are you going to do?"
Merlin asked in confusion.
"Go to drink."
Lingdie said:
"Didn't you come to me for a drink? I know there is a good bar nearby. I'm very dedicated. If you spend money, I will naturally have to fulfill my promise, right?"
"I don't like crowded places, just drink here."
Meilin reached out and took out two bottles of amber wine from his pocket, shook it at Lingdie, and he said with a voice call:
"I bought the rum from 1873 from the wizard, do you want to give it a try?"
"Yeah, it tastes good."
Lingdie giggled, she threw away her handbag, turned around, took out two goblets from the wine cabinet, and placed them on the exquisite white coffee table.
Merlin waved his hand, and the lights in the room went out. The next moment, four dark red balls of light were thrown into the air by him, illuminating the room with dim light. He took out two candles from his pocket and placed them on the table to light them.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became quiet. The fragrance of roses released when the candle burned gave the room a hint of vague ambience.
"Sit down."
Merlin pulled the chair for Lingdie very gentlemanly, and the latter also sat on the chair very ladylike. Merlin sat on the other side. He picked up the bottle and poured wine for the two of them.
"bite"
With the slight sound of the glass colliding, the mellow wine was brought into the mouth.
Chapter completed!