Chapter 642: The Gap in the Merperson Statue
Despite their proximity to Hogwarts, no wizard was allowed to go to the nearby waters to collect magical materials.
The Merpeople themselves were not proficient in magic and potions, so they were less likely to be interested in these things.
Over a thousand years, various materials and herbs in the nearby waters had accumulated to a terrifying amount.
When Evan first gave the Merpeople a gift two months ago, they were delighted to exchange graffiti, pebbles, shells and all sorts of clutter for decoration.
It was hard to turn down that warm-hearted offer; but in the end, Evan could only reluctantly accept the magical materials and herbs brought out by a few of them.
The Merpeople were worried that they could not find anything suitable to exchange with Evan. Compared with human wizards, their village was too barren in any way.
Seeing that Evan was willing to take these things, they felt that they had finally found the right direction. The Merpeople began to collect these magic materials around to trade them with Evan.
Over time, the matter became more and more widespread.
The number of Merpeople who knew this news was growing, and it had evolved into what it was today.
In fact, although the Merpeople looked very horrible, they were not really evil Dark creatures. They were not as arrogant as the Centaurs, who did not communicate with humans, and only lived in the small circle of their own clan.
On the contrary, the Merpeople were very open and friendly.
They kept awe and yearning for magic, were willing to make friends with human wizards, and were especially fond of articles made by humans.
Unfortunately, there were a few wizards who could speak Mermish and were willing to come into contact with them, and wizards who could communicate with them would not do the same as Evan. Apart from him, no wizard would exchange items with them for magical materials to meet the needs of the Merpeople.
At this moment, a strange picture appeared under the lake.
A large group of Mermen surrounded Evan, with precious, priceless magical items.
As there was a ritual in the Merpeople colony today, the number of Merpeople swarmed in more than usual.
They floated around Evan staring at him. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth.
Every Merman leered at Evan, trying to show their goodwill, but that looked like terrible smiles with bad intentions.
Of all the things Evan brought, mirrors were their favorite, and they were snatched madly!
It was to say that this was really a bit unexpected! Evan was not sure if these Merpeople would not be scared if they saw their ugly faces in the mirrors.
After a few words of greeting, he irresponsibly left his belongings on the ground to let the Merpeople choose for themselves.
After all, they were very trustworthy. They would consciously leave the magical materials for exchange in place, waiting for Evan to collect them.
Evan went to the center of the square and found the strong Merman he had stunned by magic for the first time.
After several contacts, he knew that he had a high status in the Merpeople colony. He was a very powerful warrior and was respected.
Evan gave him the gifts he had specially selected for him. The Merman said a few words, probably to express his gratitude to Evan, and invited him to his house to get the corresponding magical materials after a certain ritual.
"What’s this ritual you’re doing?!" Evan asked directly, spitting out a lot of air bubbles.
"It’s just a traditional celebration," said the Merman in a husky, low voice.
His mouth also spit a bunch of bubbles. The Merman spoke very quickly, and Evan could not grasp many words.
But the general meaning was clear. This kind of ritual was inherited from the Merpeople’s ancestors, and had to be carried out once a month.
What interested Evan was that he told him that there were rumors that the ritual was originally an agreement between the Merpeople ancestors and the castle builders.
Over time, the ritual had evolved, today, into a celebration of the ancestors and large gatherings in the colony.
In other words, it was very likely that this matter was related to the treasure key left by Ravenclaw.
Evan immediately became interested. After chatting with the Merman, he waited for the start of the event.
More than an hour later, more and more Mermen emerged from all directions, and there was over 500 of them.
Many of them did not live in this lake, but settled in other waters near Hogwarts.
Even in the central lake of the Centaurs’ colony, there were traces of Merpeople activities.
They came from all directions, and many of them looked at Evan curiously. They pointed at him and whispered with their hands over their mouths.
The things that Evan had brought over had been sold out as early as forty minutes ago.
A variety of magical materials and herbs were filled in his two cloth bags that had been extended by the Undetectable Extension Charm.
A large number of mermen floated above the square of the Merpeople village, and a very strange sight appeared in front of Evan at the beginning of the ritual.
The Merpeople swam in a circle, and some of them began to sing in unison.
It sounded very strange, but it was very pleasant. It was totally different from the Merpeople’s normal voice.
Even the language seemed to be different. Evan couldn’t understand it, but this wonderful song was the mersong in his impression.
They danced and sang around the square. Although they were in the depths of the cold lake, the atmosphere was getting warmer and warmer.
The so-called ancient ritual now looked like a grand celebration.
The Merpeople asked Evan to join them, and they slowly danced along a special path.
Right in front of the square, rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merperson hewn from a boulder.
When the ritual activity reached its peak, Evan found that a strange wave of magic began to appear in the whole space.
There was no magic in the Merpeople themselves nor in their singing. Evan had confirmed it!
But these singers seemed to be able to resonate with the gigantic merperson statue, casting a strange magic, a magic that only the Merpeople could use.
Although not very powerful, the rumbling sound kept ringing inside the statue.
Evan stopped and looked warily at the huge statue.
"Don't worry!" said a Merman next to him with a smile, continuing to dance.
After a while, a deep gap appeared in the tail of the merperson statue, as though a door had been opened and the lake quickly poured into it.
The Merpeople did not enter, still dancing and welcoming, but they motioned to Evan that he could enter.
Evan hesitated for a moment, swam to the gap, and looked inside through the light of the outside.
Chapter 642: The Gap in the Merperson Statue
Despite their proximity to Hogwarts, no wizard was allowed to go to the nearby waters to collect magical materials.
The Merpeople themselves were not proficient in magic and potions, so they were less likely to be interested in these things.
Over a thousand years, various materials and herbs in the nearby waters had accumulated to a terrifying amount.
When Evan first gave the Merpeople a gift two months ago, they were delighted to exchange graffiti, pebbles, shells and all sorts of clutter for decoration.
It was hard to turn down that warm-hearted offer; but in the end, Evan could only reluctantly accept the magical materials and herbs brought out by a few of them.
The Merpeople were worried that they could not find anything suitable to exchange with Evan. Compared with human wizards, their village was too barren in any way.
Seeing that Evan was willing to take these things, they felt that they had finally found the right direction. The Merpeople began to collect these magic materials around to trade them with Evan.
Over time, the matter became more and more widespread.
The number of Merpeople who knew this news was growing, and it had evolved into what it was today.
In fact, although the Merpeople looked very horrible, they were not really evil Dark creatures. They were not as arrogant as the Centaurs, who did not communicate with humans, and only lived in the small circle of their own clan.
On the contrary, the Merpeople were very open and friendly.
They kept awe and yearning for magic, were willing to make friends with human wizards, and were especially fond of articles made by humans.
Unfortunately, there were a few wizards who could speak Mermish and were willing to come into contact with them, and wizards who could communicate with them would not do the same as Evan. Apart from him, no wizard would exchange items with them for magical materials to meet the needs of the Merpeople.
At this moment, a strange picture appeared under the lake.
A large group of Mermen surrounded Evan, with precious, priceless magical items.
As there was a ritual in the Merpeople colony today, the number of Merpeople swarmed in more than usual.
They floated around Evan staring at him. Their eyes were yellow, as were their broken teeth.
Every Merman leered at Evan, trying to show their goodwill, but that looked like terrible smiles with bad intentions.
Of all the things Evan brought, mirrors were their favorite, and they were snatched madly!
It was to say that this was really a bit unexpected! Evan was not sure if these Merpeople would not be scared if they saw their ugly faces in the mirrors.
After a few words of greeting, he irresponsibly left his belongings on the ground to let the Merpeople choose for themselves.
After all, they were very trustworthy. They would consciously leave the magical materials for exchange in place, waiting for Evan to collect them.
Evan went to the center of the square and found the strong Merman he had stunned by magic for the first time.
After several contacts, he knew that he had a high status in the Merpeople colony. He was a very powerful warrior and was respected.
Evan gave him the gifts he had specially selected for him. The Merman said a few words, probably to express his gratitude to Evan, and invited him to his house to get the corresponding magical materials after a certain ritual.
"What’s this ritual you’re doing?!" Evan asked directly, spitting out a lot of air bubbles.
"It’s just a traditional celebration," said the Merman in a husky, low voice.
His mouth also spit a bunch of bubbles. The Merman spoke very quickly, and Evan could not grasp many words.
But the general meaning was clear. This kind of ritual was inherited from the Merpeople’s ancestors, and had to be carried out once a month.
What interested Evan was that he told him that there were rumors that the ritual was originally an agreement between the Merpeople ancestors and the castle builders.
Over time, the ritual had evolved, today, into a celebration of the ancestors and large gatherings in the colony.
In other words, it was very likely that this matter was related to the treasure key left by Ravenclaw.
Evan immediately became interested. After chatting with the Merman, he waited for the start of the event.
More than an hour later, more and more Mermen emerged from all directions, and there was over 500 of them.
Many of them did not live in this lake, but settled in other waters near Hogwarts.
Even in the central lake of the Centaurs’ colony, there were traces of Merpeople activities.
They came from all directions, and many of them looked at Evan curiously. They pointed at him and whispered with their hands over their mouths.
The things that Evan had brought over had been sold out as early as forty minutes ago.
A variety of magical materials and herbs were filled in his two cloth bags that had been extended by the Undetectable Extension Charm.
A large number of mermen floated above the square of the Merpeople village, and a very strange sight appeared in front of Evan at the beginning of the ritual.
The Merpeople swam in a circle, and some of them began to sing in unison.
It sounded very strange, but it was very pleasant. It was totally different from the Merpeople’s normal voice.
Even the language seemed to be different. Evan couldn’t understand it, but this wonderful song was the mersong in his impression.
They danced and sang around the square. Although they were in the depths of the cold lake, the atmosphere was getting warmer and warmer.
The so-called ancient ritual now looked like a grand celebration.
The Merpeople asked Evan to join them, and they slowly danced along a special path.
Right in front of the square, rose a crude sort of statue; a gigantic merperson hewn from a boulder.
When the ritual activity reached its peak, Evan found that a strange wave of magic began to appear in the whole space.
There was no magic in the Merpeople themselves nor in their singing. Evan had confirmed it!
But these singers seemed to be able to resonate with the gigantic merperson statue, casting a strange magic, a magic that only the Merpeople could use.
Although not very powerful, the rumbling sound kept ringing inside the statue.
Evan stopped and looked warily at the huge statue.
"Don't worry!" said a Merman next to him with a smile, continuing to dance.
After a while, a deep gap appeared in the tail of the merperson statue, as though a door had been opened and the lake quickly poured into it.
The Merpeople did not enter, still dancing and welcoming, but they motioned to Evan that he could enter.
Evan hesitated for a moment, swam to the gap, and looked inside through the light of the outside.
