Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 71 29. Christmas Gift

"Wow! The newest witches' robes!"

In Merlin's hotel room, little Hermione, who had finally returned from vacation, was holding a black wizard robe embellished with patterns, screaming excitedly.

Just like those women who saw the latest Lv bag.

It was a Christmas present from Merlin, and today is December 1992, 12, not many days before Christmas.

"I saw this in Madam Malkin's robe shop, and it's the most popular style this year."

Hermione hugged the robe and looked at Merlin, she said:

"It's too expensive, I can't have it."

While talking, the little wizard returned the robe to Merlin with a look of reluctance. The latter reached out and stroked little Hermione's hair. He said with a smile:

"No amount of presents can express my gratitude, little Hermione, keep it. Besides, I heard from Mr. Arthur that I agreed to date a stupid boy for my business, yours The sacrifice is too great."

When it came to this, Hermione blushed, and replied a little timidly:

"Ron is actually okay, just a little stupid, a little reckless, and a little poor, but he is a descendant of a pure-blood wizard after all, and he has a high status in the wizarding world. Compared with other pure-blood wizard families, The Weasleys are actually quite friendly."

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Merlin pointed to the dozens of small bags of magic cat food stacked in the corner. Crookshanks was lying on his own cat food, his ugly face was full of happiness, he was guarding his Christmas present, like It's like guarding a whole heaven.

"Those things are for Crookshanks, can you take them back?"

"Uh, I'm having a bit of trouble being alone."

Holding her new robes, Hermione said to Merlin:

"But I can ask someone to help. My friend Harry has a magic bag left by his father, which can easily pack these things away."

"Well, that's fine."

Merlin looked at his watch, picked up the backpack and the packed trolley case, and said to Hermione:

"Then I'll go first, little Hermione. My friend is waiting for me in Paris. Next time I come to London, I will call you."

"Are you leaving now, Merlin?"

Hermione said to Merlin with some reluctance:

"Won't you stay and have a meal with my friends?"

"Forget it this time, little Hermione."

Merlin shook his head, and said gently:

"Just as your friends are waiting for you, my friends are waiting for me."

"Wait, Merlin, you went to Diagon Alley, did you get a wand?"

Hermione suddenly remembered something, she asked curiously:

"Merlin, can I see your wand?"

"Okay."

Merlin smiled, and he pulled out Lola from the special box hanging from his waist, and placed it in front of Hermione's eyes, which elicited an exclamation from the little girl.

"Above Dumbledore! Red! And claws!"

Hermione stood on tiptoe and took a closer look, her eyes widened, and she sighed:

"How cool!"

She raised her head and looked at Merlin, with a hint of expectation in her eyes:

"Mr. Merlin, may I touch your wand?"

"Touch it."

Merlin handed Lola to Hermione, and he instructed:

"Mr. Ollivander said Lola has a bad temper, you have to... be careful!"

The moment Hermione's finger touched the wand Lola, a small dark red lightning jumped up from the wand, and hit the little Hermione's finger who was caught off guard. The huge magic power was like an invisible hand, hitting the She screamed and whirled away from the little wizard.

"Swish"

Merlin's body dissipated into smoke, gathered behind him again, and opened his hands to catch Hermione who flew out.The dizzy little wizard was not hurt, but she was really frightened.

"Well, your wand is really bad-tempered... This is the first time I've seen such a wand with character."

Hermione looked at the red ghost claw wand suspended in the air with some fear, and she said to Merlin:

"It...is it called Lola?"

"Yes, it's called Lola."

Merlin waved his hand, and the magic wand suspended in the air floated meekly and landed in Merlin's palm, allowing Merlin to insert it back into the thin box fixed at his waist.

"Your wand is as strange as your people."

Hermione pouted and said something indignantly.However, the little wizard was not angry, instead, he hugged Crookshanks, who was unwilling to leave his food, and sent Merlin to the hotel entrance.

Merlin sat in the car, shook her hand to Hermione who kept waving goodbye behind her, and then lowered the window.

In the driver's seat in front of him, an unsmiling driver in a windbreaker said softly:

"Mr. Merlin, I will send you directly to Heathrow Airport. We have already booked a ticket for you. Chief Gartler is waiting for you in Paris."

"Well, okay, thank you."

Merlin smiled at the driving agent, he stopped talking, but leaned on the seat, closed his eyes, and seemed to be resting.

But in fact, he was memorizing the magic spells and spell models he had seen this morning. After getting his own wand, the magic power in Merlin's body moved more easily, and the erosion of dark magic power on the soul has slowed down the least. Ten times, this means that Merlin no longer needs to worry about losing control of his magic power in a short time.

Ah, I can finally live an easy life.

A few hours later, Merlin's plane landed in Paris, and Gartler was waiting for him in the waiting room as before.

When he saw Merlin in a gray casual suit and rimless glasses, dressed like a young boss, Gartler stepped forward and gave his friend a hug.

He reached out to take Merlin's trolley case, and patted Merlin's shoulder. The old cowboy smiled and said:

"You look good. Merlin, it seems that your illness has recovered?"

"Yes, met a good doctor in Brighton."

Merlin smiled, reached out and took out a box of plainly decorated cigars from his backpack, handed it to Gartler, and he said:

"Merry Christmas, my friend."

"Huh? You're interested. But you're probably going to be disappointed. I didn't prepare a gift for you."

Gartler took the cigar, looked up and down, and said doubtfully:

"Why have I never seen this brand of cigar before? Where did you buy it?"

"This thing can't be bought outside."

Merlin laughed and said:

"This is a real good thing, keep it and enjoy it slowly. By the way, Gartler, can I send something to Fury from here? I also bought them gifts."

"of course can!"

While leading the way ahead, Gartler said to Merlin:

"We have a special internal postal channel, which can be delivered to any base. I wanted to have a meal with you first, but now it seems that we should go back to the base first."

"Okay, you lead the way."

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A few days later, in the "Island Prison" where the location is kept secret.

Agent Barton returned to his room with a puzzled look on his face. In this prison with a high level of secrecy, he lived in a rather spacious place, but the walls of this house were all made of metal. See It doesn't look like a resting place, but like a strict prison.

"Merry Christmas!"

Hawkeye Button opened the box with the knife at hand, and there was a card inside, with a line written on it, and the signature was "Merlin Riley".

Barton nodded knowingly. He put the card aside and picked up the contents of the box.

It was a pair of very worn-out gloves, which looked like some kind of leather gloves. They were a little whitish, and seemed to have been used by other people for a long time.

This weird Christmas gift made Agent Button frown.

He thought it was a prank from Merlin, but after thinking about it carefully, it is unlikely that Merlin sent things through internal circulation channels when everyone needed to hide their whereabouts with such a big fanfare.

A few minutes later, Agent Patton picked up a sharp paper knife and slashed fiercely on the worn-out hand guards, but did not leave even a single scratch.

This made Hawkeye's eyes widen, and he drew out the fighting knife at his waist, held it with both hands, and stabbed fiercely at the glove in front of him, but he still failed to pierce it, leaving only a scratch.

Under Barton's gaze, the white scratch disappeared within ten seconds like a healed wound.

"Strange stuff."

Hawkeye made a comment, and then reached out to put the glove on his hand. This glove was different from the fingerless gloves he usually used. As an archer, he had to let his fingers touch the bowstring so that he could hold the bowstring better. He can control the strength of the arrows flying out, so under normal circumstances, he would not wear such full-coverage gloves.

However, the old gloves Merlin sent were very strange. When Barton put them on, his fingers were as flexible as before, and he couldn't even feel the gloves at all.

But it does exist, and it is extremely tough. Agent Patton suspects that even shooting with a pistol may not be able to break it.

For a top shooter like him, it couldn't be better to use something like this to protect his hands.

"Good stuff."

Hawkeye moved his fingers, and he sighed, but immediately, Barton, who was not good at talking, frowned again.

"Should I give him a gift in return?"

"Then...what to give?"

After thinking about it, Hawkeye didn't think of anything that Merlin needed. Finally, he stood up, walked to the suitcase he always carried with him, opened it, and took out a sheathed knife from it. .

He looked at the knife in front of him, and finally, he shook his head and put it back.Then from beside the knife, he picked up a black Colt pistol, and finally closed the suitcase.

Agent Button walked out of his room and was about to send his return gift back, but he saw Natasha the Black Widow walking towards him.

On weekdays, Barton would only say hello indifferently, but today, he couldn't help but look at Natasha twice. It's not that Natasha has changed today, it's just that her face looks special today. Naturally, there should be no makeup, but the whole person looks radiant, as if he has been several years younger out of thin air.

And the most surprising thing was that Natasha was also holding a box in her hand.

"Clint."

Natasha looked at Barton and the black pistol in his hand, she asked:

"What are you doing with a gun? Don't you never use a gun?"

"Christmas gift."

Patton said succinctly:

"For Merlin."

"Oh, return the gift."

A strange smile appeared on the face of the Black Widow, she waved the box in her hand to Barton, and she said:

"Me too, let's go together."

"Ah."

Barton nodded, and walked to the communication office of the isolated island base with Natasha.

"Am I particularly beautiful today?"

"..."

"Well, I need another person's evaluation, and I don't know the creams that Merlin bought there, they are amazing."

"Well, it's really pretty."

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When Barton and Natasha received their Christmas presents, in an apartment in Brooklyn, New York, Fury, who had just finished dinner, also sat at the desk and opened the box in front of him.

"Merry Christmas!"

He looked at the card written by Merlin, a smile appeared on his swarthy face, but it was fleeting.

Fury put the card aside and picked up the first thing in the box. It was a pair of sunglasses. The style was quite old. If Fury remembered correctly, his father who participated in World War II once had such a pair of sunglasses .

Fury can still see a lot of scratches on the frame of the old sunglasses, which means that these are not brand new sunglasses, as if they were used by someone else.

This made Fury a little unhappy.

"It's not good to send things."

Fury snorted, put the sunglasses aside, and took out the second thing.

It was a black flight jacket, also a very old style, which made Fury even more depressed. He slapped the flight jacket on the table and almost cursed.

"This prank is no fun at all!"

A few minutes later, a huffy Fury arrived on the balcony with his old dark glasses, where his wife was preparing dinner.

Fury's wife is a very mysterious woman. Fury hid her very well and protected her very well, never letting his wife get involved in his dangerous secrets.

The third-level civilian agent of the Strategic Risk Intervention and Espionage Logistics Service stood on the balcony, looking at the sunglasses in his hand, and he wanted to throw this thing away.But it was Merlin's wish after all, Fury didn't throw it downstairs in the end, he sighed:

"The old one is a bit old, but it is still a classic model. I forgive you this time."

After finishing speaking, he put the sunglasses on his face casually, and the next moment, Fury's vision became extremely bright...

Weak, invisible magic power wrapped around the lens, making the dim night outside no longer able to block his eyes.

Fury froze on the balcony, shaking his head from side to side like a fool, and everything he saw was as clear as day.He could even clearly see the two young couples hiding in the dark who were "meeting" in the garden downstairs.

A few seconds later, Fury took off his sunglasses suddenly, and his eyes became dark again. Then he put on the sunglasses again, took them off, and put them on again... After going back and forth 4 or 5 times, Fury Ray was finally sure.

This was not a prank, Merlin really sent a Christmas gift, and the efficacy of this thing surprised even a well-informed person like Fury.

"Damn!"

"I have to prepare a return gift..."

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(End of this chapter)