[Detected that the host has transformed the magical world]
[Transformation scale: Medium. Distributing reward.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining item: Mithril Formula - A formula that can refine Mithril. Required materials: silver, brass, iron, gold...]
A prompt flashed before his eyes.
Merlin was a little surprised.
He originally just wanted to show McGonagall its value, but he unexpectedly completed a medium-scale transformation?
Isn't this a bit too outrageous?
However, since he was given the formula.
Merlin no longer used his previous excuse of obtaining it by chance. He said unhurriedly,
"I accidentally refined it when I was helping a blacksmith before."
The excuse of an "accident" was quite useful. Anyway, magic couldn't guarantee the exact same product from every alchemical process. If he couldn't refine it later, there would be no problem either.
McGonagall's eyes flickered slightly, and she sighed.
"Mr. Merlin, I truly envy your luck to be able to refine this piece of metal."
"If you trust me, absolutely do not go to Gringotts."
"Those goblins will only drive down your price. I will find you a more suitable buyer."
The first person McGonagall thought of was Dumbledore.
Unfortunately, her Patronus had already been sent out with a message. The fastest method right now...
Suddenly.
McGonagall's eyes moved.
Looking at the desserts inside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour with its huge sign on the street, she immediately had an idea.
In the magical world, magical photographs made with special magic could retain the memories of the person in the photo, and under certain circumstances, they could act as messengers.
As the most famous white wizard of this century, Dumbledore had quite a few cards. As long as she could open one, she could notify the man himself in the Headmaster's office.
Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall decisively paid for three Chocolate Frogs.
"Please, Albus, absolutely do not let me down!"
McGonagall reached out and opened a Chocolate Frog.
"Ribbit!"
Amidst the crisp croak, Merlin noticed a familiar figure walking out of the picture card on the Chocolate Frog box lid.
It was precisely Dumbledore.
McGonagall uncreased her brows and breathed a sigh of relief, then instantly looked at Dumbledore on the picture card with extreme seriousness.
"Dumbledore, I need you to come to Diagon Alley right now. I have an important matter to tell you."
"Alright, Minerva."
Almost at the exact moment the voice fell.
Merlin felt an extra shadow cast over him.
He turned his head to see Dumbledore appearing beside him.
A pair of wise blue eyes looked at him through half-moon spectacles, bearing a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Merlin. I am Albus Dumbledore. I am glad you will be studying at Hogwarts."
"Hello, Headmaster. I am also glad to be able to enter Hogwarts."
Merlin responded politely.
"Then, Mr. Merlin, please allow me to delay your enrollment orientation for a little while. Minerva, Professor McGonagall, seems to have something to discuss with me."
"Of course, sir!"
"Minerva, I received your message. What has happened now?"
As Dumbledore spoke, he casually waved his hand, setting up a soundproof barrier.
What was even stranger was that the entire Diagon Alley was bustling with people, yet no one noticed the three of them standing there, and they subconsciously avoided them when getting close.
"No, Albus. The matter I want to tell you is related to Mr. Merlin, there is no need to block him out."
"Oh?"
Dumbledore looked at Merlin, wondering what important matter could be related to a young wizard who hadn't even enrolled yet.
McGonagall briefly explained their recent experience and looked at Merlin again.
"Merlin, let Professor Dumbledore take a look at that piece of metal."
The silver metal reappeared, instantly attracting Dumbledore's gaze.
He was also a powerful alchemist, and he could see the extraordinary nature of the Mithril without even needing to use detection magic.
He picked up the Mithril, examined it carefully through his lenses, and murmured.
"What a truly magical piece of metal."
"If I am not mistaken, it is different from all current metals. It can be called a perfect metal!"
After a good while.
Dumbledore put down the Mithril and looked at Merlin.
"Mr. Merlin, Minerva mentioned you want to exchange this piece of metal for money."
"It just so happens that a friend of mine is a formidable alchemist. If you can sell this piece of metal to him for research, I can definitely offer you a good price."
Dumbledore's alchemist friend, without even needing to guess, was Nicolas Flamel.
When Merlin took out the piece of metal, he had this plan in mind.
To get to know Nicolas Flamel through Dumbledore, and then display his alchemy talent to establish a connection with him.
Although this couldn't directly enhance his strength, it would at least give him a golden thigh to cling to for protection while transforming the magical world.
After all, looking at the traditions of the magical world.
The act of transforming the magical world was a bit extreme and could easily make one a public enemy.
As a Hogwarts student, he might not be able to withstand the fanatical conservative wizards.
But if he was both Nicolas Flamel's prized pupil and an outstanding student of Hogwarts, that would be different.
"Of course, Professor."
Merlin smiled faintly and agreed without hesitation.
"Thank you for your trust, Merlin."
Hearing Merlin agree, Dumbledore's address even became a bit more intimate.
A moment later, he suddenly fished out a pouch from his person and handed it to Merlin.
"Minerva, I think Merlin shouldn't need to go apply for a student loan anymore. Let's just treat this as an advance payment on behalf of my old friend."
Merlin took the pouch and looked inside.
He instantly knew the amount Dumbledore had given.
It was a full one thousand gold Galleons.
"Professor, isn't this a bit too much?"
"No, I believe my good friend is willing to pay this price. If you happen to accidentally refine more of this metal, you can also consider selling it to him."
Dumbledore said with profound meaning.
"No problem, Professor!"
Merlin nodded.
"Alright, Minerva, please continue. I have some other matters to attend to."
Dumbledore brought his feet gently together. Without any visible movement, his whole person blurred before their eyes, causing not the slightest ripple, and then disappeared...
Before Merlin's eyes, two more prompts appeared.
[Detected that the host has transformed the magical world]
[Transformation scale: Medium. Distributing reward.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining talent: Alchemy Master - The host's alchemy level is greatly improved, and the alchemy success rate is increased.]
"Merlin's pants!"
The moment he finished reading the prompt, Merlin couldn't help but widen his eyes, sighing with emotion that the system truly understood him too well.
Knowing he needed alchemy, it delivered an alchemy talent.
Now he would have a valid reason even if he refined Mithril later on.
"Mr. Merlin, we should continue."
After Dumbledore left, the effects of the surrounding barrier gradually dissipated.
Professor McGonagall once again led Merlin to start purchasing the items needed for the school term.
Textbooks, school uniforms, equipment...
The Hogwarts school supply list was written in sufficient detail, and with McGonagall leading the way, the owners of the various shops all gave the lowest prices.
Considering Merlin's wishes, he didn't want to return to the orphanage.
These things would be sent directly to Hogwarts by owl before school started, so even after finishing all the purchases, Merlin remained empty-handed.
Except for the pouch given by Dumbledore hanging at his waist.
Merlin also didn't forget to ask McGonagall why such a small pouch could hold so many things.
"The Undetectable Extension Charm, an advanced type of magic. You will learn it in the future as well."
"Magic is truly wonderful! It can even solve spatial problems that Muggles cannot solve."
Merlin sighed with heartfelt emotion.
A smile surfaced on McGonagall's face.
Although along the way, Merlin had expressed similar viewpoints.
He always liked to compare the Muggle world with magic.
But most young wizards from Muggle families who were exposed to magic for the first time were also like this.
McGonagall didn't feel there was any problem with it at all; she even considered it a display of eagerness to learn and humility.
If it weren't for the fact that every new student had to go through the Sorting Hat process upon enrollment, she would have pre-selected Merlin to enter Gryffindor.
Soon.
They finished buying basically all the equipment.
Only the final wand was left.
Under McGonagall's guidance, the two stood at the entrance of Ollivanders Wand Shop.
Merlin finally became excited as well.
He was curious about what kind of wand he would get.