Chapter 624 - The Third Harvest Moon Ⅳ (1/2)
The darkness fades away to reveal the weary figure of Marcellus, the first Headmaster of Hogwarts sitting in his office. Standing before him is a much younger wizard with handsome, but sharp features that had graduated in recent years past. Marcellus clasps his hands together and rests them on his desk. ”What may I do for you, Merlin?” He said to his former student.
”I have seen it, Headmaster,” Merlin solemnly replied. ”And I cannot in the good conscience of mind simply turn a blind eye and ignore the abomination.”
Marcellus lets out a weary sigh and says, ”Salazar thought very much the same, and yet he too was unable to bind the creature in the end. And even with all your gifts and power Merlin, our foe is far too cunning to be so easily caught.”
”I have seen a way,” Merlin confidently retorted. ”A world where magic and muggles co-exist, Camelot.” Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/a-bend-in-time_14576125306898605/the-third-harvest-moon-%E2%85%B3_50675643020538072 for visiting.
”Is this the future, which you have seen, Merlin?” Marcellus inquired as Merlin briskly nods his head in affirmation. ”Then you also know the future which I have seen and spoken to you much about.”
”I know that which you have seen, Headmaster,” Merlin resolutely muttered. ”However, I have faith in the child that will soon be born, Arthur, will be his name, and his name will resound throughout all of the centuries to come!”
”A muggle,” Marcellus flatly interrupted, ”who will die within fifty to sixty years' time at best, Merlin. What then? Will his heir share the same views as his father or like the countless rulers before who became twisted with l.u.s.t for greed, glory, and power? All humans are selfish, Merlin, muggle, or wizard alike never forget that!”
”Yes, but I can also hope in the bright future that will come,” Merlin determinedly explained. ”I thank you, Headmaster, for all your wise counsel, but I shall not stray from my endeavor.”
Marcellus's lips twitch with semi-bitterness as he watches the young farseer depart from his office with a confident, upright stride. He too once believed that he was capable of turning fate aside, and in the end, he had not been strong enough and far underestimated his foe and the depth of their depravity. He could only desperately hope that the future which Merlin saw would be sure and true, but that which he himself foresaw was no less true. And when that day came, what an awful day that would be.
Just as suddenly, Rowan is pulled sideways as everything goes wary and she roughly lands on her feet in another memory. It was almost disorienting, to say the least. And a weaker stomach would have long since been emptied.
The wind roars around Marcellus, the First Headmaster as he braves the storm and peers through the sheets of rain ahead. The wind shrilly screams, but there in the distance, the glowing entrance of a fire-warmed cave. Pulling his robes closer, he continues forward with care lest he slips and falls twisting an ankle. He was no longer as young and spry as in his prime, and even then, his physical body had been rather dubious at best when in comparison to that of Godric and Salazar.