Who Are You, Really?

A flash of green light appeared.

Then a green skull appeared in mid-air:

The round, chubby skull face was ugly, with an upturned mouth that was arrogant but not pretentious. The slightly greenish cheeks gave off an infinitely cold feeling, and the right-eyed gaze was full of pain, making people think all sorts of things...

Well, what William cast was certainly not Killing Curse.

He even deliberately mispronounced the incantation, actually casting Wandless Magic to release the Dark Mark —the youth version.

A little bit of playfulness, and it all seems superficial.

Vivian stared at the green-headed skull, frowned, and said with a murderous aura, "What do you mean?"

William tilted his head, revealing a set of white teeth, and grinned, saying:

"I've suddenly changed my mind; I don't want to kill Arya anymore."

"Cleopatra VII has been resurrected, and you think you're a match for her?" Vivian laughed in exasperation.

"Probably not." William shrugged.

"But after the last deal, do you think I'd still believe your nonsense?"

In that transaction, he was tricked out of the white dragon from the Goblet of Fire and almost released Vivian from Stonehenge.

Although a second transaction was conducted, William successfully used the time loop outside Hogwarts, but...

In the end, it was all in vain.

William lied countless times, boasting of his intelligence, but little did he know that his daily bird-hunting would result in Vivian pecking at his bird.

This is like someone in a past life constantly criticizing Marguerite Gautier online, only to fall victim to a telecom scam the very next day.

From then on, William would never believe anything the woman said.

It's impossible to make a deal with her.

"I have no reason to lie to you!" Vivian emphasized.

"Perhaps, but you're in such a hurry. If I kill Arya, you'll definitely profit handsomely, while I..." William chuckled.

"I might make a small profit, but if I'm not careful at some point, you could trick me again."

"If I don't kill her, according to the theory of magical relativity, you will suffer a huge loss, while I will at most break even, or even suffer a small loss."

In comparison, I still came out ahead.

"..."

Vivian was so angry at this absurd and twisted logic that her chest heaved violently, sometimes like hills, sometimes like mountains, bumpy and uneven.

The last time I was this angry was when I saw Ravenclaw, and that brat called me... an old woman.

Vivian slightly steadied her aura, her voice carrying a chill:

"Don't let your emotions get the better of you. I'll only lie to you once at most. Everyone gets lied to when they're young; this is all from the experience of elders!"

But think of Arya, what she did in Paris, even I, in my cage, have heard about from the Merpeople.

This must have been the work of Cleopatra VII.

In Egypt, there is a forbidden spell that requires the sacrifice of many lives to gain power.

She was so vicious back then; if she were to be resurrected, she would only be even more wicked!

William remained unmoved, but Vivian persisted, continuing to persuade him:

"And the mummy in this temple, and the innocent Goblin who were killed..."

Hermione, who was standing to the side, suddenly interrupted her:

"Those Goblin were killed because of you."

Vivian's eyes were cold as she turned to look at Hermione.

"What do you mean?"

"The Goblin must be under your control, leading us into the temple," Hermione said.

"I think... that invitation to the Alchemy tournament was also sent by the Goblin, wasn't it?"

"Random guesses are unacceptable, young lady," Vivian said with a sneer. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Do I need evidence?" Hermione retorted.

"The Goblin of Gringotts know far too much about this temple."

"I'm afraid it was you guiding us from behind the scenes, just to help us get in here smoothly and kill Arya!"

William nodded slightly; Hermione's analysis made a lot of sense.

The Goblin not only found the Metternich Stela, but also possessed Moses ' wand, both of which are essential for entering the altar!

They need the temple William has cracked, and right below it lies Arya, "lying dead"...

Too many coincidences cease to be coincidences and become a conspiracy.

It turns out that while the Goblin appeared to be on the first level and William on the second, Vivian was actually on the fifth level!

Vivian leaned back, tilted her head, and for the first time seriously examined this unremarkable girl who was following Stark.

Facing that captivating gaze, Hermione met her eyes without flinching and continued:

"Thinking about it this way, the collapse of that apartment building and the deaths of so many wizards probably had nothing to do with the Muslim Brotherhood."

Did you deliberately have the Goblin frame Arya?

All of this was done to intensify our disgust for her, so that we wouldn't hesitate to take action, right?

Vivian was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked curiously:

"Ravenclaw student?"

"No, I'm from Gryffindor House," Hermione said proudly.

Vivian let out a soft "Eh," seemingly quite surprised.

"That idiot's academy, I thought it only produced Troll, but I never expected to have a student like you."

She stood on the hippopotamus's back, a mocking smile on her face:

"You doubt me, and I don't need to explain."

As you said, no evidence is needed, suspicion is enough.

But as I said before, does it really matter whether I lured you here...?

Cleopatra VII is going to be resurrected.

If you don't kill her, you will all die.

Kill her, and take the Book of Two Ways!

It's that simple.

When faced with shared interests, setting aside personal grudges and making the most advantageous choice... isn't that difficult for adults.

After all, compromise is the main theme of humanity.

To her utter surprise, William's next words left her completely astonished.

He simply shook his head and smiled:

More than making a deal with you, I'm curious about your identity. Who are you really?

Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, or... Morgan le Fay, the Enchantress?

"Morgan... I haven't heard that name in over a thousand years." The witch's eyes were distant and unfocused as she gazed into the distance.

"But unfortunately, she was killed by Merlin long ago. Why do you think I might be her?"

"Then why were you trapped in Stonehenge by Merlin?"

Her current predicament must be Merlin's doing; otherwise, there's no reason for it to resonate with Stonehenge within the Holy Grail.

The version widely circulated in the online community is the ultimate simp version:

Rumor has it that Merlin was in love with Vivian Lady of the Lake.

Vivian was worried that Merlin would use his magic to seduce her, so she vowed never to fall in love with Merlin unless he taught her all the magic he knew.

Merlin did indeed teach magic to Vivian, but he was confined to the stone tomb by Vivian and ultimately died a tragic death.

If Merlin doesn't die in the end, but instead pulls off a stunning comeback and traps Vivian, that would be quite plausible.

But here's the problem...

More than 1,500 years have passed since then, and no one knows the truth.

Merlin has not reappeared for so many years, but this witch before us can indirectly influence the world.

What if she deliberately spread the story?

So that others would believe she really was Vivian?

Isn't that how Rashomon came about?

Most importantly...

"Do you know Sir Cadogan?" William asked.

"Cadogan?" Vivian paused, seemingly pondering who this person was.

After a moment, she exclaimed in realization, "King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table?"

"Cadogan was Merlin's close friend; Merlin made his portrait, which was later moved to the school by Ravenclaw," William said.

"I don't think someone like Ravenclaw would do anything pointless, would they?"

The witch asked with a hostile look, "What did he say to you?"

"It's nothing, just telling me that Vivian won't harm Merlin, and Merlin can't possibly trap Vivian," William said calmly.

"And you call yourself Vivian, yet you were imprisoned in Stonehenge by Merlin for over a thousand years... With such deep-seated hatred, are you truly Vivian?"

"You think Cadogan knows the truth?" the witch said condescendingly with a sneer.

"I got trapped here because I was trying to stop Merlin."

"Stop Merlin?"

"Because," she smiled, a smirk playing on her lips, "Merlin chose to become... Death!"

William was instantly stunned.

Is Merlin the Death?

He remained silent.

Vivian.

William rubbed his cheek one last time and sighed softly:

You're really scary; you almost made me waver again.

There is an information gap between us, so I cannot determine which of your statements is true and which is false.

But I believe in Ravenclaw.

The witch raised her eyebrows high and suddenly looked towards the golden coffin. "She left a message inside the golden coffin?!"

"Yes, I know you can't access the island or see the contents." William's lips curled up.

"What she left behind is the same as what you gave me; it's the ' Book of Two Ways '."

However, some landmarks differ slightly.

I think... you're faking it again, trying to lure me to your Avalon where you're trapped, aren't you?

The witch stared at William with a dark look in her eyes, her gaze filled with anger for the first time.

She almost persuaded William, but that wretched girl ruined it once again.

It's been a thousand years, and she's still just as annoying.

William waved, took the Goblet of Fire from Hermione, and then turned his back on Vivian.

"Bye now."

"Old auntie!"

The witch's eyes were icy.