BSI Chapter 233, Part 232: The Wizard King! He's fallen!
Chapter 233, Part 232: The Wizard King! He's fallen!
Chapter 233, Part 232: The Wizard King! He's fallen!
Mornings at Hogwarts are usually very peaceful.
Moreover, it has been extremely clean for almost a thousand years because the Hogwarts administrators are all very responsible, and the hygiene of each place is so good that it can even pass the inspections of the relevant departments every day.
Such a comfortable environment is unimaginable. However, accidents can happen unexpectedly, and today the Ravenclaw dormitory area completely shattered this long-held record.
Inside the bedroom where Rirem lived.
The ceiling suddenly cracked open, and then a stream of yellow liquid poured down like a waterfall. The liquid, carrying a pungent odor, instantly filled the entire room.
Fortunately, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel reacted in advance, leaving the dormitory and immediately casting a spell to contain the torrent of liquid within the room.
If not.
The entire Ravenclaw lounge, and even the whole of Hogwarts, could be in danger—just as that sudden voice said, two thousand years of accumulation is no small matter! Outside, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, having avoided the gushing evil water, stood in the corridor, anxiously watching the situation inside.
They had only sensed something was amiss, which was why they retreated and subconsciously cast spells. However, even with their vast experience, they were genuinely stunned by what they saw.
"What's going on?"
Nicholas Lemay exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with shock.
"Forehead……"
Dumbledore's gaze became indescribable as he stared intently into the room, trying to figure out what was happening. His expression grew increasingly strange as his nose twitched.
"Oh no! This taste!?"
Nicholas Lemaître also began to realize what had happened.
Neither of them could believe it.
Merlin would actually do such a thing?
That's so despicable! So inhuman! So disgusting!
"Ian..."
Nicholas Lemaître looked at the dormitory room with a hint of pity.
The area outside was protected, but the entire dormitory was completely flooded. The beds, desks, and chairs were all teetering on the brink of collapse in this "flood." Even Ian was forced to soak in this yellowish, slightly pungent "aged liquor."
"Damn Merlin!"
Ian started swearing.
Given this scene, Ririm's identity is self-evident. After all, who but Merlin would ambush him like this? The little wizard looked up following the sound of laughter and saw Merlin, who looked like a little boy, standing above the crack in the ceiling, deftly shaking his groin a few times.
The "seawater" filling the entire room was actually poured on-site by him!
"No wonder it's still hot!" Ian was truly impressed by Merlin's cunning. He noticed the oddity almost immediately; Merlin had actually undergone magical modifications, just like Voldemort.
however.
Unlike Voldemort, who used magical transformations for the sake of power, Merlin actually chose to use magic to create a super bladder for himself that had virtually no impact on his strength! To avenge the psychological trauma Ian inflicted on him more than a thousand years ago, he stored waste liquid in his body for over a thousand years!
What terrifying perseverance and execution! Of course, besides this, it also shows how much of a shadow Ian's magic on Merlin in the past timeline left in Merlin's heart.
If not.
Why hold a grudge for two thousand years and then retaliate at the exact moment?
"With that kind of perseverance, no wonder you succeed at everything you do." Ian's body bobbed up and down in the "aged cellar," but there wasn't much anger on his face.
All I felt was a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, reflection, and a sense of loss).
"I've been looking forward to this day for so long." Merlin started to "shut down" the floodgates. He had no choice; if he didn't stop, the lingering stench that filled the entire dormitory would soon spread to the ceiling where he was standing.
That's why it's called a psychological trauma. Merlin didn't want to get even a speck of his own excrement on him—he became a rather unusual germaphobe after that—yes! Ian's rainstorm left a deep and lasting impression on Merlin, causing him immense psychological trauma!
Well, how should I put it?
Perhaps only Ian, besides Merlin, could understand to some extent, but even he couldn't fully comprehend or empathize. After all, only Merlin knew how much effort he had put into getting rid of the infection and effects that rain had caused to his body—the viruses the little wizard had told him about were truly ferocious.
It's more than just not lying.
Even now, Merlin thinks Ian was being modest when he recalls it. Those messy viruses were too evil, and he even suspects that Ian had magically modified them!
Since there are magical modifications for animals and humans, there must also be magical modifications for viruses and bacteria. A normal alchemist would never research and modify such evil things.
It can be placed on the raven! On Ian! Merlin felt his judgment was probably pretty accurate! Merlin knew that any attempt to fight magic against magic would be doomed to fail against Ian.
After all, Ian, that weird thing, has magic immunity after transforming! That's why Merlin felt that this was the only way to get back at Merlin.
"How about that? Now you know how disgusting this is, right?" Merlin looked down at Ian, who was rising and falling in the "Yellow River," and felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
as predicted.
The joy of successfully exacting revenge was truly exhilarating! After two thousand years of anticipation and having his obsession fulfilled, Merlin relaxed and lost his guard for a moment.
He probably didn't realize that Ian's expression remained calm throughout. He just swayed gently in the "Yellow River," showing no intention of even taking flight.
"All I want to say is... Archmage Merlin, you're still too kind. You don't dare to poison your own bladder." Ian even gave me some advice with a look of disappointment.
"?????????"
Merlin had no idea that Ian would tell him this.
He looked somewhat bewildered.
I have absolutely no idea how to respond.
And at that very moment.
"Grand Master, if you lack martial ethics, then don't blame me. There's a saying... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You will pay for stealing my unique technique with pain!"
Ian suddenly roared, and the next moment his entire body seemed to swell up as if it were being soaked in a "pool," visibly expanding rapidly into the shape of a balloon.
"!!!"
Merlin was greatly alarmed.
He realized something was wrong and tried to Apparate to transform into Mei Paopao on the spot, but unexpectedly, the magic seemed to be interfered with, and this brief interference caused him to miss the best opportunity to escape.
"Bang!"
Ian exploded.
Like a piece of rubber bursting open, it exploded loudly and powerfully, the enormous impact causing the aged liquor to churn and scatter in all directions, returning to Merlin's body.
not only that.
After Ian exploded, an even more pungent smell lingered in the air—the smell of "Oli Gei" (a popular Chinese snack). Brownish-yellow mud mixed with yellow liquid splattered all over Merlin.
"Cough cough cough!" Merlin didn't even have time to react before he was hit by Ian's explosion. His hair stood on end, and he fell directly from the ceiling into the pool he had made.
of course.
This wasn't the most terrifying thing for him. What terrified him most was that he was covered in filth and looked utterly wretched. Who knew how much stuff the little wizard had added to that filth?
"No!!"
Merlin felt more than just his scalp tingle; his very heart trembled.
"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!"
Almost instinctively, Merlin immediately cast a spell, transferring the Yellow River that filled the room, along with the Oli Gei generated by Ian's explosion, to some unfortunate place.
Then.
The room was empty.
Merlin finally displayed the power befitting the Wizarding King—casting dozens of spells in a single second, all of them cleansing spells he had modified, aimed directly at the room and himself. It was clear that if Merlin had a system, he would have already mastered this spell to its maximum level.
Of course, even so, Merlin was still trembling with fear, and dared not stop using the cleansing spell. Perhaps it should be called the purification spell, as its invention had allowed Merlin to save lives from many plagues.
Just at this time.
"You're just not ruthless enough to yourself. You don't dare to be as ruthless as I am in choosing materials for my clones." Light footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Ian's true form slowly walked over.
"Oh, right, not as resourceful as me." The little wizard wore a victorious smile. Yes, the "Ian" who had just entered the dormitory was merely his usual clone.
When Ian realized that Rirem was Merlin, he was already on guard. Anyone who is often guilty should be able to understand this as a precaution.
Therefore.
Ian chose to be cautious.
as predicted.
As it turns out, his caution was indeed the right thing to do.
Merlin wanted to be as dirty as him.
Unfortunately, Merlin didn't know he could be even dirtier. Knowing Merlin's penchant for using his prophetic abilities, Ian, who was well aware of Merlin's ability to predict his whereabouts and expose his identity, naturally took precautions.
This is not.
Merlin looked at Ian's smug face, feeling both annoyed and helpless, with a hint of confusion. "You...when...did you hide?"
He was indeed cheating using his prophetic abilities, much like the kind of spying Grindelwald often did. Having learned his lesson from Grindelwald, Ian was extremely wary of this type of person.
"Of course, it was when I decided to come to see you with the two professors." Ian blinked; he wanted to see his two elders, Dumbledore and Nick Flamel.
Unexpectedly, the two had already quietly hidden themselves in a faraway place.
It was as if they were afraid he would throw an "Oli Gei" at Merlin again.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
He could only turn his head and look at Merlin again.
"Grand Master, I knew you would ambush me, so I made some preparations beforehand. How about it, are you surprised?" Ian had indeed anticipated Merlin's petty tricks.
He just hadn't expected Merlin's revenge to be in this way. Of course, this didn't affect the fact that Ian had already decided from the beginning how to express "long time no see" to Merlin.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Merlin gritted his teeth in anger, but he was powerless to refute. He could only lie on the ground, continuing to dry heave, secretly vowing to get his revenge one day.
"You're really clever to have managed to fool my prophetic abilities!" He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, which indeed proved that he had used his prophetic abilities to predict Ian's return and arrival.
of course.
Ian had anticipated his prediction.
"This confirms my suspicion: if you can deceive everyone, you can be considered to have deceived the world, which will directly affect the prophetic abilities of you prophets."
Ian is still summarizing his gains.
but.
"Tell me, what did you add to your clone?" Merlin didn't care about that at all, and bravely asked in a trembling voice as he looked up.
He truly hadn't expected that his meticulously planned revenge would be so easily seen through by Ian, who even turned the tables on him and used it to find the prophet's greatest weakness.
But this kind of thing is not important to Merlin.
The only thing he feared was Ian's ghostly stuff.
"Forehead……"
In response to Merlin's question.
Ian hesitated for a moment, concerned about his image in Dumbledore's eyes, and did not speak directly. Instead, he asked Merlin in a low voice, somewhat tactfully.
"Great Master, do you know what cauliflower is?"
He tried to keep his voice down.
However, Dumbledore and Nick Flamel overheard it from a distance, and their expressions were hard to describe. Perhaps only Merlin hadn't reacted yet.
"What do you mean?"
Merlin's voice sounded like he was gagging.
"What I mean is... Grand Master, you won't have to worry about not having enough cauliflower to eat anymore. It will grow all over your body, one crop after another, and it will grow very, very fast."
"Of course, I originally wanted it to have colorful forms, but unfortunately I added a little bit of magic immunity to it, which meant I had to give up the idea of making the cauliflower bloom brilliantly."
"That's a shame." Ian was indeed conducting magical research on viruses and bacteria, and this was his result, though it was the kind of research he dared not publish in papers or journals.
"!!!???"
Merlin, who had already stood up, froze upon hearing this. He turned his pale-faced head to look at the little wizard outside the door, and without any warning, he knelt down with a thud.
This is certainly not a plea for mercy.
But... my legs really went weak!
"You bastard! You're ruthless!" It has to be said that Merlin himself was quite tough. Even though his face was as white as paper, he still gritted his teeth and refused to back down.
"Grand Master, I've won again."
Outside the room.
Ian spoke softly.
"..."
Merlin did not respond.
The little wizard simply took it as a yes.
And then I saw this scene.
Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel, whose feelings were already complicated, immediately became even more complicated, as they both remembered what the young wizard had mentioned about defeating Merlin.
So... this is how you win!?
"This...this is a battle between legendary wizards?" Nick Flamel murmured to himself, his tone filled with disbelief. He wanted to ask another legendary wizard beside him for confirmation.
however.
Dumbledore simply covered his face.
Respond with silence.
He was starting to question the meaning of life. Both of them simply couldn't believe or imagine that a battle between legendary wizards could be so primitive, so back to basics.
They never got into fights like this when they were kids!
"To be honest, I never imagined that Merlin would... be like this!" Nicholas Flamel sighed, feeling his idealized image of Merlin shattered.
"Perhaps it was influenced by some abnormal factors." Dumbledore glanced at Ian with a speechless expression. To be honest, he hadn't even noticed when Ian had made this arrangement.
Logically speaking, an outstanding student would definitely make him feel gratified. However, at this moment, recalling Ian's smooth and efficient plan just now...
Dumbledore really wanted to ask: Is Ian Prince, the most outstanding student at Hogwarts, developing and growing in a slightly... wrong direction?
"Fortunately, he didn't throw shit into the dormitories of the Slytherin students who offended him." As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore felt a sense of relief.
Such an attack method truly made his scalp tingle.
I absolutely do not want to face it.
More magical than magic itself, more terrifying than the Imperius Curse, he called it a true mental attack. Just look at Merlin; even the Wizarding King couldn't withstand such a technique!
The Unforgivable Curse has this record?
(End of this chapter)