Chapter 511 511. A ridiculous dream

That night, Scott's mind was messed up and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

He repeatedly thought about his experiences in the past few years and never found any trace of manipulation.

Everything seems to be just a coincidence.

But there was always a voice lingering in his head——

There is no such coincidence in the world!

There must be something he doesn't know.

This realization made him very uncomfortable and aggrieved.

He wanted to fight something from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't find the target to fight against.

This time is different than before.

No matter any difficulties he encountered in the past, even when he heard the prophecy about Slytherin, he could quickly remain calm.

But this time, he broke through the defense directly.

He lay on the bed in a daze, his eyes always open, he didn't speak, and he didn't feel sleepy.

He even thought about his own time travel.

It is extremely unusual to be reborn across a world with the memories of a previous life...

"Maybe... it's really a coincidence?"

Rimbaud, who was standing on the bedside post, suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"There are still various coincidences in life, and some real coincidences are more exaggerated than drama."

Scott listened to it and knew it was indeed true.

"You're right."

he said softly.

"Like King Umberto I of Italy and his 'twins', but..."

Although there have been many dramatic coincidences in the world, he has never been able to convince himself.

He didn't think the two coordinates were a coincidence.

No reason.

That's what his gut told him.

As a wizard, he should trust his instincts.

Seeing that he could not convince Scott, Rimbaud asked again, "Then what are you going to do?"

"If everything has traces of human manipulation, what are you going to do next? Should you give up everything?"

"No."

Scott sat up directly.

"I will not give up."

"No matter what, even if this is the path arranged by others, I will continue to walk on it."

"Only in this way can I get the answer."

Rimbaud said: "In this case, don't think too much."

"You're right."

Scott let out a long breath.

“It’s useless to overthink it.”

He couldn't even tell anyone.

Ultimately, it was just a hunch on his part.

So, instead of shrinking back because of this, it is better to throw away the psychological burden and go into battle lightly.

No matter who did what, there was a purpose.

As long as he keeps going and gets stronger, one day he will figure it all out.

"Thank you, Rimbaud."

Scott's tone became lighter.

"Good night."

Drowsily, Scott fell asleep like this.

At some point, he suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the oak cabin.

Looking at the boundless sea of flowers in front of him, Scott clearly realized that he was sleeping.

This dream is very realistic.

Scott felt the warm breeze blowing against his skin and smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers in the wind.

He walked for a long time in the sea of flowers, but never found a way, nor did he see anything other than flowers.

He didn't even have a way to wake himself up from this dream.

He just stood there quietly.

Suddenly, the wind became stronger.

Countless colorful petals were blown by the wind, blocking his sight.

When the petals were blown away by the wind, a tall figure with white hair appeared in front of him.

His face was extremely handsome, his facial features were flawless, and he didn't look like a real person.

Wearing a white robe decorated with petals, she held a graceful staff in her hand.

"Hello, Master of Chaldea. I am Merlin. Known as the Magician of Flowers. You are welcome to call me Merlin. I don't like to be formal."

The visitor spoke in a somewhat frivolous tone.

"..."

Scott stared dumbfounded at what was happening.

"What the hell is this..."

Chaldea?

Merlin?

Sure enough, this is just a wild dream!

"Eh?"

The white-haired young man tilted his head.

"You don't seem to believe it."

As he spoke, he lifted his feet off the ground and floated up.

"why?"

He floated around Scott and asked in confusion.

"It's obvious that Merlin appeared as you imagined him to look like, so why don't you believe it?"

"..."

Scott was speechless.

I don’t know how to tell him the difference between the second dimension and the third dimension.

"Maybe it's better this way..."

With that said, the guy who called himself Merlin floated back to his original position and turned into an old man with a white beard.

This time, his image looked very old, with layers of wrinkles on his face, and his beard was longer than Dumbledore, almost reaching the ground.

He smiled kindly at Scott, "I know that people have always been more willing to believe that I have such an image..."

"..."

By this time, Scott had barely calmed down.

"You..." he said with some difficulty, "Are you really Merlin?"

"What's wrong? It doesn't look like it?"

The white-bearded old man blinked and turned into a handsome white-haired young man again.

"Or would you rather talk to me like this?"

Scott already understood the situation at hand, so he forced a smile.

"Just do whatever you want."

Merlin stopped changing his image after hearing this.

He always had a friendly smile on his face and said in a relaxed tone: "Speaking of which, I have never tried such an overly fashionable image. In the world you lived in, did people think that I was like this? ?”

This sentence contains a lot of information.

But Scott held firm.

Although he was a little reluctant, he still held firm.

He said: "In the world I lived in in the past, the images of Merlin were also various, all derived from people's imagination and creation."

"So that's it." Merlin nodded, "However, I can accept any image, because I no longer have a specific form."

Scott took a deep breath and calmed down completely.

He was thinking about many questions in his mind, but asked, "So, those legends are all true?"

"The legend, does it refer to my identity?" Merlin said with a smile, "People think that I am not a human, but a half-nightmare, right?"

Scott nodded.

"This statement is not correct. Nightmares are not real creatures. Of course, the legend is not without basis."

Merlin continued to speak shockingly.

"I used to be a real human being, but later, before I died, I placed my spirit in the dreams of human beings."

Scott was really surprised now, "Is this kind of thing possible?"

"Why not?"

Merlin tilted his head again with a puzzled expression.

"We are wizards, we have magic in our hands, and magic can always bring about the results we want."

He said it as a matter of course, as if magic should allow wizards to do whatever they want without any restrictions.

Scott didn't know what to say.

Not everyone can play magic well, and dreams are even more elusive. What kind of wizard can do it like him?

But he still understood what Merlin meant.

"In other words, because you can appear in people's dreams, that's why there are nightmare legends?"

"You could say that."

Merlin nodded.

He still had a friendly smile on his face, and said to Scott a little too lively: "Originally, I didn't plan to come to see you so early, kid, but you seem to have a lot of questions."

"Yes."

Scott could feel himself nervous, but he didn't show it.

He looked Merlin in the eyes and asked, "You mean, everything has to do with you?"

"I actually don't do much. I can only live in a dream and can't do many things."

Merlin waved his hands repeatedly.

Then, he stretched out two fingers and gestured a small distance.

"At most, it just adds fuel to the flames and plays a small role."

"..."

Scott didn't believe his lies.

"So..." he asked again, "about my time travel..."

"I did it."

Merlin admitted decisively.

It's you.

He also said that he didn’t do much.

I believe you, you are such a bad old man.

"Why?" Scott asked again.

"Because it's boring."

Merlin replied in a normal tone.

He crossed his arms, held the long staff in his arms, and floated his feet off the ground again.

"Because I was curious about the future, I built a magical device called [Thousand Mile Eye], but it didn't take long for me to regret it again."

When talking about this, his tone was a bit exaggerated, and coupled with his floating body and rich body movements, it looked like he was performing on a stage.

"A future where you can see your head at a glance is just too, too, too boring."

Scott frowned, "Is the future immutable?"

"of course not."

Merlin pouted.

"But no matter how many variations there are, after I've read them all, I'm just bored."

Having said this, he suddenly floated in front of Scott again and looked at him at close range.

"So I got a great idea."

"Summon magic!"

He did not explain the so-called summoning magic in detail, but looked at Scott solemnly.

Scott was a little confused.

Suddenly, Merlin raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

"In short, you are the variable I introduce into the future of this world."

He looked a little excited and put his hands on Scott's shoulders.

"Even the [Thousand Mile Eye] can't observe your future!"

Scott saw it clearly, his eyes filled with childlike, pure curiosity and joy.

"Sure enough, I was right!"

"As you grow up, your growth and your experiences begin to change the established destiny of the world, making the world less boring!"

So am I just a tool you summon to watch the show?

Scott was a little unhappy.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Merlin laughed heartily and patted Scott on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid."

"I don't care what you do or what changes you bring to the world."

"So, I won't interfere with you."

“You just have to go with your own ideas.”

"I thought..." Scott said, "I thought you wanted to guide me to create a new world and completely separate wizards and Muggles..."

"No, I don't think so."

Merlin let go and shook his head.

"I just think the secrets hidden in the past are very interesting. Maybe when they are revealed, they will bring about another change."

He really didn't seem to have any purpose, just to watch the show.

Scott didn't know whether he should believe him or not.

At this time, Merlin waved to him.

"Okay, the meeting is over."

"That's all I have to say to you."

"Goodbye, kid."

"You can just think of this as a dream you had once and forget about."

He blinked at Scott again, and disappeared without a trace along with the fluttering petals.

Scott also wanted to ask him about Slytherin and Avalon, but it was too late at this time.

He woke up from his dream.

Opening his eyes, he found that it was already dawn.

"Good morning, Scott!"

Seeing him wake up, Rimbaud stood on the window sill and said hello.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning."

Scott sat up, a little dazed.

"I dreamed of Merlin."

"What?"

"I dreamed of Merlin."

"so?"

"That's really Merlin."

"What's wrong with you, Scott? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"Need not……"

Scott didn't think it was just a fantasy.

Although it really seemed to be just a dream, he still remembered everything in the dream clearly, without the hazy feeling he had when recalling dreams in the past.

Regarding Merlin, Scott's senses were very complex and he didn't know how to evaluate him.

After thinking about it, he got up from the bed, sat in front of the desk, picked up the wand and tapped the [blank small picture frame] on the desk, and at the same time called the Ravenclaw tutor.

"Good morning, my apprentice."

Ravenclaw's figure soon appeared on the canvas.

"Good morning, mentor."

"You seem to be worried? So much so that you summoned me while disheveled."

Ravenclaw glanced at Scott, who was still wearing pajamas, and frowned slightly.

"Sorry, mentor."

Scott bowed his head and apologized.

"I saw Merlin in my dream."

When Ravenclaw heard this, he was also surprised and asked, "Are you sure that's not an illusory dream?"

"I'm sure." Scott said firmly.

"incredible."

Ravenclaw was immediately interested.