Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 299
"You haven't contacted me, Scott."

Medea's voice came from the green flames, casually.

"It seems that you are still unwilling to help me figure out the whereabouts of Tom's Horcrux."

Scott looked up at Ravenclaw in the painting. At this moment, the mentor was listening to his conversation with Medea with great interest.

Seeing Scott looking at her, she just smiled and motioned him to continue.

"As I said, you think too highly of me." Scott said to the small fireplace in his hand, "I don't have that ability."

Medea's chuckle came from the flames.

This time, she didn't seem offended by Scott's rejection.

"You know, boy, I don't have to sacrifice Tom's soul to bring him back to life."

Obviously she was talking in a smiling tone, but there was a feeling of sternness.

Scott immediately thought of the tragic deaths of Gilderoy Lockhart and Brandon Yaxley.

Two grown wizards were so drained of magic and life force in Medea's magical ritual that their bodies melted like candles.

Scott said softly: "So...the last time you captured the garrison of Sir Merlin, and this time you captured Edinburgh Castle, were all to use the huge source of magic power in these ancient buildings to sacrifice the lives of wizards?"

"Yes, sacrificing the lives of wizards is also a way to speed up recovery." Medea said with a smile, "It's just that...the number of wizards needed is a bit large."

"..."

Scott looked up at Ravenclaw in the painting again.

The tutor was still sitting in the painting, with an unchanged smile on his face, not at all moved by what Medea said.

Scott remembered what the mentor had said to him.

"I don't restrict your behavior, as long as you are not full of crimes. I don't demand your morality, as long as you are not full of evil."

"On the road of exploring magic, I hope you will always be wise, always firm, and never stop."

This is what Ravenclaw said when he formally took Scott on as an apprentice.

If Medea really sacrificed witches on a large scale to gain vitality and magic power as she said, then she would be called the most sinful and full of evil.

But Scott, who failed to stop her, can be called the heinous crime, full of crimes?
Can't be called.

So Scott laughed too, "Are you threatening me, Ms. Slytherin, um... with the lives of some strangers?"

Medea said without changing her tone: "Whoever said it is right, maybe my subordinates just happened to catch the wizard you know."

"I still can't do your request. Arithmetic divination is not a panacea, let alone at my level?"

Scott's tone was full of confusion.

"It's incomprehensible...how do you think I can do it?"

The green flame in the small fireplace swayed, and Medea explained why she identified Scott.

"I have found more than one fortune-teller with real talent all over Europe, and they have predicted the whereabouts of those Horcruxes for me."

She paused when she said this, and let out a chuckle again.

"The results... all point to you, boy."

Scott's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he felt the urge to swear.

He opened his mouth, and finally said in an unbelievable tone: "Are you sure those fortune tellers really have real talents?"

"Of course, I have tested them." Medea said flatly.

"I tried..." Scott said in a very sincere tone, "I mean, I used arithmetic divination in private to calculate, but I really couldn't calculate it. You know, there are no known conditions."

If he just used arithmetic divination, he really couldn't calculate it.

But only he himself knew, he already knew the answer.

Medea was silent for a moment, she didn't know whether to believe him or not, she just said: "Okay, boy, I can wait a little longer, when you have clues about Tom's Horcrux, please remember to tell me."

"I don't think I can find a clue," Scott said. "I'm just a student."

He emphasized his status as a student at school.

"Who knows, maybe Tom's other Horcruxes are hidden in Hogwarts like Ravenclaw's diadem." Medea guessed casually.

Scott immediately denied, "Unfortunately, no, otherwise our Headmaster Dumbledore would have found it long ago, and he is the person with the most authority in this castle."

He added: "I suggest that you should ask those Death Eaters and search their homes. You know, the diary of one of the Horcruxes was originally hidden in the Malfoy family."

In short, Scott tried to divert the blame.

But Medea said, "That's what I'm doing."

"It seems that you have searched more than one." Scott said in surprise.

No news of this incident has come out.

But that's normal, Death Eaters are pure-blood wizards, those guys won't spread such embarrassing things, they will only want to hide it more than Medea.

Or... as Scott guessed earlier, how many of the former Death Eaters have changed into green robes?

"Well, I hope you can make the right choice, boy." Medea said impatiently, "If Tom's Horcrux can't be found, I will choose the evil way to recover completely, and explain the reason Announce it."

Is this moral kidnapping?

Scott frowned, he didn't like this.

He said with a sigh, "Unfortunately, I am not a savior, nor a friend of justice, I am just an apprentice wizard."

"Ah."

Medea's light smile came from the flames again.

"Scott, if only you were a Gryffindor," she said regretfully, "or Hufflepuff."

Scott found that she had quickly changed her mood, or that the lady's impatient threat just now was just acting.

"Unfortunately, I think Ravenclaw is better," Scott said.

He looked up to see the Ravenclaw in the painting smiling at him again.

"Forget it, don't be so nervous, boy."

Medea's tone began to take on a casual tone again.

"Okay, I finally killed a little time talking to you," she said. "Goodbye."

"..."

Scott's eyes widened.

"By the way, William's small fireplace number is 019, and he already knows your number. I hope the friendship between you can continue."

Medea said a few more words before closing the call.

Scott watched the green flame in the small fireplace suddenly go out, and then came back to his senses.

"Is there something you don't understand?"

At this time, Ravenclaw's voice came from the painting on the wall.

"tutor."

Scott turned to look at the portrait of Ravenclaw.

He sensed a little difference.

Ms. Ravenclaw in the portrait is still smiling, but at this time her eyes are sharp as if they can see everything.

"You must find Medea's attitude unpredictable," said Ravenclaw. "That's exactly what she was about."

(End of this chapter)