Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 115

The moment Scott pushed open the white stone door, the majestic, beautiful and solemn sound of the pipe organ rushed towards the four people at the door.

"This……"

Besides Milton and Roger, Scott and Eddie heard the organ version of the piece for the first time.

It turned out that Milton and the others really weren't exaggerating.

Scott thought while listening to the sound of the organ.

Thinking back to hearing the version played by the students in the classical music club, even though he didn't know much about music, he could hear the huge difference.

At this time, Scott's steps into the door have stopped.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, his thoughts seemed to be integrated with the music, wandering between heaven and earth.

The deafening music became melodious and ethereal, and at the same time, Scott heard more voices——

The wind passing through the canyon, the undercurrent in the black lake, the people in the castle, and the scattered morning fog...

The whole world seemed to be completely opened to him, and he felt unprecedented comfort and joy.

I don't know how long it took, when the sound of the pipe organ stopped abruptly, Scott opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

He turned his head to look at the others, and met the equally shocked stares of his roommates.

"What... what's going on?" Eddie couldn't help lowering his voice.

"What I heard that time was definitely not so pleasant..." Roger murmured.

"As I said, she is more and more beautiful than when I first heard it," Milton said softly. "Now she is even more perfect."

"Go ahead and have a look."

Scott thought for a while, and took the lead into the door.

What he didn't say was that after listening to a song, his magic power became more active, and his manipulation and perception of magic power became stronger.

This greatly enhanced his curiosity.

"and many more."

His roommates quickly followed behind him.

When they stepped into the dark corridor, the magic lamps on the walls on both sides suddenly lit up one by one, extending all the way into the depths of the corridor.

"Scott, it's better not to go in."

With a hoarse voice, Milton began to persuade again.

"At the very least, we should tell the professor what we found here first."

Scott shook his head.

"Professors can't get involved in this."

He strode forward.

"Let's go and have a look."

Milton is being pushed away by Roger and Eddie.

When they walked through the long corridor, the eyes suddenly opened up again in an instant.

This is an extremely tall stone hall.

The hall is not dark. There are tall floor-to-ceiling windows on the walls on the left and right sides, and the scenery above the Black Lake is just outside the windows.

Scott squinted, guessing that these views and the sky displayed on the ceiling of the castle hall should be the same kind of magic.

The most eye-catching thing in the whole hall is the pipe organ that occupies the entire wall.

Large and small copper pipes are arranged in an orderly manner on the ornately decorated walls, covering the towering walls.

In front of the bandstand with multiple keyboards, a lady was sitting.

She wore a pointed black hat and a gorgeous emerald green gown, and her long, shiny black hair hung down her back.

"Hello, I didn't expect a little wizard to come here."

She didn't look back, her voice was cold.

"Hello, ma'am."

Scott took a step forward and saluted politely.

"I dare to disturb you."

He looked up at the other person's back again. From her opaque body, he could at least tell that the other person was not a ghost.

but……

He didn't expect that there would be a wizard hiding here. Could it be the descendant of the person who signed the oath with Ravenclaw?

"I know the purpose of your coming here."

The black-haired witch was still sitting in front of the organ bandstand, motionless.

"Is it Milton?" she asked. "The kid who wants to go back."

At this time, Milton grabbed Scott who was about to speak, and walked forward by himself.

"Yes, my name is Milton Graves, ma'am." He saluted.

"You have great musical talent, Milton."

There was no emotion in the black-haired witch's tone.

"After getting your talent, my playing became more and more perfect."

She suddenly stood up slowly, her long skirt swept across the ground, and turned to look at the boys.

Her face was covered by a layer of translucent black veil connected to the hat, revealing her dark eyes and bright red lips.

But Scott was sure that the lady was unquestionably beautiful.

In particular, her snow-white skin reflected the delicate luster, and she didn't even look like a real person at all.

At this moment, she parted her red lips lightly, and asked coldly, "Milton, you got what you wanted too, didn't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Milton said, bowing his head.

"Then why are you dissatisfied?" The black-haired witch still looked at him, "You can already become a more powerful wizard."

"Sorry." Milton looked up, "Becoming a powerful wizard is not my dream."

"Oh?"

The bright red lips of the black-haired witch suddenly curled up and let out a laugh.

"Then what is your dream?"

With dignified steps, she walked up to Milton step by step, staring at him condescendingly.

"Son, do you want to be a musician?"

She chuckled again.

"Heh... how about this, musicians don't only have to be wizards..."

She reached out and tapped Milton's forehead with her slender, white fingers.

"...How about you trade all your magic for music?"

she said mockingly.

"That way you might become a great... Muggle musician."

"I……"

Milton couldn't help taking a step back.

"How? Are you reluctant?"

The black-haired witch didn't move any more, but just kept staring at him.

"Tell me, boy, what would you choose between magic and music?"

At this moment, Scott's eyes widened in shock, looking at the black-haired witch.

As she approached several people, Scott's perception of magic became more and more clear.

He was surprised to find that this mysterious black-haired witch-her body was not human, not even a living creature.

Although he didn't know what material made up her body, he could be sure that this lady was more like a cold puppet than a living person.

"You found out."

The dark-haired witch turned to meet Scott's gaze.

"Indeed, I am no longer a living wizard."

Scott adjusted his breathing to calm himself.

He tentatively asked: "I don't know if we can know your identity."

"That's meaningless, child."

The black-haired witch said coldly.

She turned to stare at Milton again, "Have you thought about it, Milton."

Before Milton could answer, she looked at the other three boys.

"or……"

she suggested again.

"You are friends, and you can help him pay the price. If everyone pays some magic power on average, he won't become a Muggle."

"No! It's impossible!"

Milton spoke up immediately.

"I'll pay enough for myself!"

The black-haired witch seemed a little happy, "Oh? So you still chose music?"

Although her expression was still minimal, her tone was a little brisk.

"Milton." Scott said suddenly, "You should carefully consider whether it is worthwhile to become a Muggle for the sake of music."

"Yes, Milton, think again!"

"Don't rush into a decision."

Eddie and Roger also persuaded.

"What?" The black-haired witch stared at Scott unhappily, "Could it be that you are willing to help your friend pay the price?"

"I do not want to."

Scott told the truth.

"You..." The black-haired witch looked at him in surprise.

"This is normal."

Scott said calmly.

"Milton is my friend. I am willing to find this place for him, talk to you, and give him a chance to repent. But that's all I can do for friendship."

"It's truly a Ravenclaw friendship."

The black-haired witch spoke in admiration and mockery.

"Thousands of years... the guys in your academy are still like this..."

She suddenly looked behind Scott and the others.

"Are you right, Helena?"

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(End of this chapter)