Older Than Any History You Know

Merlin?! Those guys?!

Loren had a premonition that he was about to hear something very significant.

"Thanks to the development of Ancient Magic ..." Daisy paused, and considering the age difference between herself and Mr. Morgan, she used more precise wording, "I mean, Ancient Magic that is even older than my time... Long, long ago, in a period of history far beyond what you know, some exceptionally talented wizards made breakthroughs in lifespan very early on, and they defeated death."

Loren's heart skipped a beat. "You mean, they've achieved immortality, and there's more than one such wizard?"

"Perhaps not immortality, but their lives were long enough, though there was more than one..." Daisy slowly recounted, gradually unveiling the long-sealed history, "The study of magic relied on personal talent and materials. At that time, Muggle were still in a hazy era, and wizards who mastered magic were their Deity."

"Can you imagine that scene? The Deity gently flick a stick, and the Muggle's body is sliced open by an invisible blade, blood gushing out, muscles and organs all exposed... With another gentle flick, the blood that fell to the ground flows back, and the skin and flesh heal thread by thread."

"Over thousands of years, the veil of death has been gradually lifted... Aging, disease, injury... The shackles of the body have been brutally severed by Magic Power, the Magic Power within the soul has been unleashed, and immortality has been achieved..."

Mrs. Dursley recounted a history spanning thousands of years in a calm tone, and Loren listened quietly, his mind drifting back to his conversation with Flamel about the Immortal—

Traces of Immortal have indeed existed in history. They traveled the world for countless years, leaving behind fragmentary and wondrous descriptions in various civilizations. However, over the long course of time, the whereabouts of these immortal wizards have become a mystery, seemingly disappearing before the time when the Big Four of Hogwarts established the institution.

Now it seems that a huge secret is hidden here.

"And then what happened? Where did they all go? Who destroyed those immortality spells?" Loren asked Daisy, taking a deep breath.

The Peaches of Immortality in Eastern mythology, the Golden Apples in Greece mythology, the Holy Grail of Jesus, the Fountain of Youth... why have all these magics of immortality become mere legends, with only the Herpo the Foul leaving behind the methods for making Horcrux?

Daisy gave Loren a deep look, unsure whether the Prophecy chosen one was merely curious or yearning for the methods of immortality. After a brief pause, Daisy continued her narration, "Some people grew weary after countless years and chose to end their lives, destroying the magic of immortality... However, completely different from them are those Immortal, which is what I'm about to talk about, the origin of the original Pure-blood."

Daisy picked up her glass and took a small sip of Mead to moisten her throat. "The long life and endless time have allowed some of the Immortal to accumulate countless riches. They have vast lands and countless servants... However, these have not satisfied them. Instead, they have become increasingly greedy. They want to possess all of this forever, generation after generation. Or rather, they want to possess all of this for generations to come."

"The Immortal listed the magic of immortality as taboo and destroyed it. Then they divided the world together, and each piece of land had its own master— the Immortal... Some became kings and monarchs, some became Deity and priests, and some chose to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything."

"Pure-blood? What bloodline is purer than one's own sons and daughters?" Daisy's face showed a mocking smile. "They will even marry their own children, their own grandchildren... Even the animals in the sheepfold will not have a purer bloodline than theirs."

Loren was speechless with astonishment.

"... In short, for several hundred years, the world was in chaos."

After a moment's processing of this shocking information, Loren asked, "And then?"

He was really curious about what happened next.

Judging from the current course of history, immortal wizards use the wealth, Magic Power, and wisdom accumulated over long years to dominate the world, and they form a community of shared interests.

Another group of wizards, equally powerful, chose self-destruction after they had lived long enough. They sealed the magic of immortality, preventing the birth of future threats.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he simply couldn't fathom how this rule had been broken.

"Later, a wizard named Merlin was born."

Daisy said with boundless longing, "Some say he is the child born from the union of a human and Veela, while others say he has elven blood. In any case, his magical talent surpasses that of everyone in history, surpasses those arrogant and evil Immortal, and he grew up before they even had a chance to notice."

"The Prophecy Inner Eye allowed Merlin to see the future world and the truth hidden behind the fog of history... At that time, the Muggle king Vortigan was trying to overthrow the rule of an evil king. As Muggle, he did not know that his enemy was just a puppet of the Immortal, and all his efforts were in vain."

"Merlin found this King of Vortigan and cooperated with him... The Immortal was too powerful and too arrogant. He thought that Merlin, like the wizards of the past, would soon disappear into the calm and magnificent power of history. But he did not expect that Merlin would gradually clip his wings and deplete his wealth, over three lifetimes."

"It wasn't until the time of King Arthur that Merlin finally had the opportunity to face the Immortal directly... But as I just said, the Immortal were too powerful, capable of developing magic for immortality. He himself was an exceptionally talented wizard, and with the knowledge gained from traveling the world, the long lifespan of several hundred years was enough for him to hone his magic and dueling skills to an unbelievable level..."

"But he never expected that Merlin had sealed a powerful spell within the sword, allowing the Muggle king King Arthur to assist him... Until the very last moment of the battle, King Arthur did not draw the sword from its sheath. As he drew the sword, the spell it unleashed struck the Immortal, ending his long life..."

Daisy's narration suddenly stopped, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face as she looked at Loren: "Do you know what that magic is?"

Loren paused for a moment, then subconsciously began to think about the question.

It ended the long lives of the Immortal, and even prompted Mrs. Dursley to bring it up specifically...

Stop life... End life!

Could it be that...

Loren's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Daisy, exclaiming, "It's the Unforgivable Killing Curse!"

He already knew the answer in his heart when he shouted those words, and his mind trembled.

In the past, when he studied Dark Arts, he had also explored the origin of the Unforgivable Curses. Some A History of Magic and scholars who were unaware of the truth, and even Flamel, believed that the Unforgivable Curses may have originated from the three Peverell Brothers who owned the Deathly Hallows.

No one ever imagined that the most unforgivable spell in the Wizarding World would come from the greatest wizard Merlin!

"It's somewhat different from the later Killing Curse, but it is indeed the origin of the Killing Curse." Daisy's eyes shone with reverence again, and before Loren could react, she continued, "Merlin and the Muggle together overthrew the rule of the Immortal on the land of Britain and established a kingdom without Immortal. But this was only the beginning. Merlin, the forerunner, was like a spring rain after a drought. With his example and help, wizards all over the world rose up in waves of rebellion."

Daisy pursed her lips, poured herself another glass of Mead, tilted her head back and gulped it down, her throat gurgling.

It seems to be a consolation for this exhilarating victory, and for that magnificent history.

Loren also felt a little thirsty, so he took the flask, poured himself half a cup, wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully to make sure there was no smell of Hellebore potion or any other Potions before taking a small sip.

It has a slightly sour taste with a hint of spiciness at first, and the sweetness of honey slowly emerges after swallowing, somewhat similar to fermented rice wine.

Loren put down his cup and asked curiously, "And then, they overthrew the rule of the Immortal and ended Immortal lives?"

"No, they suffered heavy casualties!"

Daisy slammed his wooden goblet down on the long table, making a deep, muffled sound. "Even a powerful wizard as gifted as Merlin needed three generations of kings to wear down the wealth of the Immortal, clip Immortal wings and claws, and finally, with the help of the valiant King Arthur, catch Immortal off guard. How could those mediocre wizards possibly be a match for the immortal wizards..."

"In the first ten years of the war, whether Muggle or wizards, the rebels were captured, imprisoned, and executed almost without resistance... Blood stained every river on the land, the cries of the rebels echoed in the canyons, while the sneers of the rulers lingered in the High Mountain."

She didn't go into too much detail, but Loren had a vague idea: resistance and revolution always involve bloodshed. The idea of Muggle and ordinary wizards rebelling against immortal wizards who had accumulated centuries of experience was probably similar to the scenario of cold weapons rebelling against Gatling Gun or Maxim Gun.

"And then what happened? Didn't Merlin personally step in to help them?"

"This world has six continents, four oceans, but there is only one Merlin..."

Daisy shook her head. "Merlin is trying to overthrow the rule of the other Immortal, and the other Immortal are also plotting against Merlin."

"In the beginning, the other Immortal invited Merlin to join them and to take the place of the Immortal they had killed. "Merlin

But Merlin firmly refused them, and the ensuing, even bloodier war lasted for twenty years.

"The Immortal wanted to deal with Merlin, but they were afraid of his Magic of Depriving Eternal Life, so they could only hide behind the scenes and plot against him... But Merlin was skilled in Prophecy and change, and could see through people's hearts to avoid danger in advance. The two sides were deadlocked for many years."

Daisy recounts the story at a leisurely pace, revealing an ancient and hidden scroll in this gap in time, and conveying a magnificent history across a thousand years to future visitors. "Until a woman named Vivian appeared."

Loren straightened his back slightly; he knew an exciting event was about to unfold.

"Vivian is also an Immortal. She deliberately appeared before Merlin to show her sincerity." Daisy's voice turned cold. "She used sweet words to deceive Merlin, showing him that there are also kind beings among the Immortal. She was willing to give up her illegitimate rule and give the gold and treasures that had accumulated at the bottom of the lake for hundreds of years to Muggle in exchange for the opportunity to continue living."

"What a shallow and clumsy lie. Why didn't she come forward for the past few centuries?" Loren scoffed expressionlessly. This kind of innocent villain act was truly classic. "Didn't Merlin have the ability to Prophecy future and see through people's hearts? Didn't he see through Vivian's true colors?"

"Merlin is human too, and humans have weaknesses," Daisy said helplessly. "Merlin fell in love with Vivian, and love blinded Inner Eye. His penetrating gaze was blocked by his lover's eyes."

Loren took a sip of Mead, expressionless, inwardly thinking: This sounds like Legilimency was blocked by Occlumency, Vivian conveniently gave Merlin Amortentia.

Coming to his senses and slightly suppressing his wildly imaginative plot, Loren had lost count of how many times he'd uttered that word tonight. "And then what? Did Merlin fail?"

"Of course not! Justice will prevail over evil!" Daisy immediately retorted. "Vivian tricked Merlin by saying that the gold and treasure at the bottom of the lake were too heavy for her to lift alone. They agreed to dive into the lake together on the night of the full moon to retrieve the gold and treasure, using some to help the poor and some to overthrow the other Immortal ... But in reality, Vivian, together with the other Immortal, set a trap in that lake to kill Merlin."

"At this critical moment, the Fairy Morgan stepped forward!"

Loren's eyes widened suddenly. He had heard the name Fairy Morgan many times. Voldemort had somehow gotten the information that she was Descendant of Morgan, Sage of the era... He had asked Dumbledore and Flamel about this, but the answers he received were somewhat vague.

He originally thought it was because history was too distant and no relevant records had been preserved, but now it seems there is another reason.

Daisy gazed at Loren, her eyes shining. "Morgan was Merlin's good friend. They studied magic together. I even think that the spell to end life was developed by them... Her origins are as mysterious as Merlin's. Some say she was King Arthur's half-sister, but that's obviously impossible. King Arthur was a Muggle, while she was a Witch. She could cast spells, fly in the sky, transform into animals, and heal with herbs."

"Hiss..."

Loren took a breath and waved his hand. "Let's not talk about this nonsense, let's get down to business!"

"Yes, Mr. Morgan," Daisy replied cheerfully.