Merlin's Holy Relic

London in 1991, even in the hot weather in early July, at this time it was still filled with a thin layer of fog.

It was three or four in the afternoon, and the pedestrians were in a hurry.

No one noticed that there were two strange figures, one kid and one adult man around an alley next to Fimmel Street in London.

And man among them holding a wooden stick in hand pointed toward the kid.

"Nice to meet you, Arlo Cadmus."

Looking at the young and somewhat immature faced kid not far away, the strange man in a black trench coat said arrogantly:

"As long as you obediently hand over the sacred relic of Merlin, the people behind me will not treat you badly."

"Your Cadmus family has now over, and you are the only last descendent left."

"With the help of people behind me! You can redevelop your Cadmus family into a pure-blooded twenty-eight family again."

Listening to the man's chatter, Arlo raised his eyebrows with a moving look on his face and replied "Oh, is there such a good thing?"

"Of course!" the man replied back.

Seeing the expected look on Arlo's face, the man raised his chin, feeling a little proud.

A kid who hasn't gone to Hogwarts yet, and it's easy for him to take down a single kid.

When this naive brat handed over these wicked things. He only needed to use a light Killing Curse to silence him.

Then he can take things from the boy and make them for his own use. You can also try to study the legendary Merlin holy relic.

If there is a legendary Merlin's holy relic then, you can also create a pure-blood wizard family.

At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of fantasy. The look in Arlo's eye at that time was dazed.

Seeing Arlo dawdling, the man decided to add another fire.

"You better hurry up, little brat, no one can disobey the decision of the 'The Council of Elders'."

"The Council of Elders? You were sent by the Council of Elders?"

Arlo raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him with a hint of caution.

"Of course, kid, if you're afraid..."

Before the man's triumphant words were finished, he saw Arlo in front of him sweeping away his cowardice and weakness.

With a slight movement of his fingers before, a pitch-black wand suddenly popped out of his cuff and pointed straight at his throat.

"Sagitta per cor" [ Arrow through the heart ]

A rare and obscure incantation sounded, and the surrounding air was instantly condensed into sharp blades, like snowflakes filling the sky, overwhelming the sky like men swarming away.

Just in an instant, countless air arrows covered the man's body.

When the magic fluctuations in this alley calmed down, the man was already dripping with blood, and there was a gleam of fear in his eyes. He rubbed on the ground and tried to avoid Arlo's approaching footsteps.

"I ask and you answer, can you understand?"

Arlo looked back toward the entrance of the alley from darkness, Arlo's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a composure that did not belong to his age.

And this calmness fell in the eyes of the man, but it was more like a demon smiling evilly in the shadows, slowly raising the scythe in his hand, and harvesting his own life in a false smile.

So at this time, he could only nod his head desperately, his eyes wandering around incessantly, as if he was looking for reinforcements that did not exist.

Seeing the man's movements, Arlo didn't care, he just squatted down and asked slowly:

"How many of you are here this time?"

"Just... just me."

"Oh?"

Seeing the panic in the man's eyes, Arlo twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't do much nonsense.

With a wave of the wand, one of the man's thighs snapped, and blood spurted out, dyeing half of the alley red.

"Your name, family, companion."

Arlo's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and the brutal method just now, for him, was just like breathing air.

But such a move fell in the eyes of the man, it made him more and more frightened.

A ten-year-old boy can cut off another person's thigh without changing his face. This is almost unimaginable in the magic world that has been around for a long time.

After the last string in his heart was snapped, the man was crying, and he explained everything about himself like he poured beans into a bamboo tube.

And listening to the man's confession, Arlo's face became more and more cautious.

"So that's the case, do you have two more companions?"

After getting this news, Arlo didn't care, he still stared at the man's eyes, his wand circled among his five fingers, but he always pointed at the man's vital spot intentionally or unintentionally.

"Then next question, who sent you here? What happened to the Council of Elders?"

The weight of this question is obviously much heavier than before.

As for the man who was dying, after hearing these two questions, his face showed incomparable fear.

"No, no, I lied to you about the Council of Elders, but I don't rule out the possibility that they will do it."

"You can't kill me! There are people behind me. You have no chance of surviving other than handing over the sacred relic of Merlin!"

"You won't have a chance... The next person who comes, you can't fight... You can't fight..."

Seeing the man's appearance, Arlo stood up, slowly raised the wand in his hand, and pointed it directly at the dull-eyed man.

"Avada Kedavra"

The miserable green light flashed across, and the man's hideous expression condensed on his face, becoming the last expression he left in this world.

And Arlo, as the initiator of all this, living life was terminated by himself, without the slightest mercy.

He skillfully raised his foot and kicked the man's body. With the floating spell and fire spell, it was buried into ash and floated away

The wand was gently swayed, and the rich bloody smell in the alley was eliminated under the magic, and his old appearance was restored.

When he was done and turned around, Arlo shook his head, the calm and wise face turned into a bright smile in an instant.

Because not far across the road, a little girl with brown curly hair held up two ice creams and greeted Arlo loudly.

"Here, really, send me to buy it every time."

"Alright, thank you, Hermione"

After handing the ice cream to Arlo, Hermione rolled her eyes at Arlo, and the two walked side by side on the avenue.

Under the tall French plane trees, the shade of the trees is swirling.

The young boys and girls are full of vigour, full of infinite longing for the future, and there is no sign that Arlo has just ended life in his hands.

"Arlo, what are you thinking about? Where do you run away in middle school?"

Licking the ice cream in hand, Hermione looked up, looking up at the sky through the mottled leaves.

"My father wants me to go to St. Paul's Girls' School, but I heard that it is too strict, what should I do if I can't pass the test?"

"I always think you don't have to worry about this, maybe there will be a better choice?"

After the family fall, Arlo runs away into the muggle world. After wondering, he runs across this muggle-born wizard girl. She was unaware of her magical capabilities.

Arlo shrugged, the fine ice cubes crunched in his mouth as if he didn't care about his future at all.

"Then what better choice, St Paul's Girls' School is the best school in London, and if I go there, I can't guarantee that I will always be first in my grades, God..."

Hermione chattered like she had been flipped when it came to studies and grades.

And Arlo stood beside him, deaf. He just smiled and looked at Hermione, who was gradually becoming irritable, and he kept sighing in his heart.

Your future is at Hogwarts.

Thinking like this, Arlo's expression did not change, but his eyes were quietly cast on his wrist.

There is an abstract and ancient scroll tattoo there.

As the soul gradually sank, the scroll tattoo on Arlo's wrist burst into a faint shimmer.

In Arlo's soul perspective, the scroll at this time has turned into a giant parchment scroll.

The character sign-in system is Arlo's biggest trump card.

You can sign in next to the plot characters every week, and the items you get when you sign in are completely random, and it all depends on the character.

It can be powerful magic, mysterious magic items, and all kinds of precious experiences.

Sometimes, it lottery tickets can be used to draw a prize once.

Clearly, Arlo's character is not that great today.

[Sign in to Hermione Granger, get a lottery ticket*1]

"It's this kind of guaranteed garbage again."

Arlo sighed helplessly and turned his eyes to Hermione, who was still chattering beside him.

As soon as she was in a mischievous mood, Arlo suddenly stretched out her hands and ruffled her chestnut curls as Hermione yelled.

"Arlo Cadmus!"

Hermione, who was quiet in anxiety, was suddenly attacked by Arlo, and her soft curly hair was ravaged into a mess of grass in an instant.

It wasn't until Arlo ran away laughing that she realized it with hindsight and let out a sharp scream, leaving her previous anxiety about schoolwork behind, chasing behind Arlo and constantly fighting.

"Arlo, remember to brush your teeth when you go back, and don't eat candy at night! Go to bed early."

"Don't worry, great dentist, I don't want to see Mr. Granger during business hours."

The sky gradually darkened, and the two of them who had been playing all afternoon stood at the intersection and waved goodbye.

Watching Hermione disappear into the street, the smile on Arlo's face slowly faded.

"The Council of Elders, it's really terrible. How such a behemoth could be provoked."

Thinking of this, Arlo raised his hand and stared straight at the scroll tattoo on his wrist.

"It's nonsense, what a broken system, and Why someone else chases me for Merlin's relic."

Arlo shook his head and turned to a secluded corner.

Seeing that there was no one around, he suddenly pulled the ruby ​​decoration on his wrist.

The door key is activated, and the whole person disappears in an instant as if being brought into time and space by a hook, leaving only the tall trees here and the swaying shadows.

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Spell

"Sagitta per cor" [ Arrow through the heart ]: The Arrow Shooting Spell was a transfiguration spell which conjured shooting arrows from the caster's wand.

The spell was often used by Appleby Arrows supporters at Quidditch matches to show their support for their teams. However, the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters banned the use of the spell at matches when referee Nugent Potts was pierced through the nose with a stray arrow in 1894.

This spell was also often used by students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who were members of the Duelling Club, against their opponents in duels.

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