Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 362
Scott returns to Ravenclaw Tower after leaving the Room of Requirement.

He found Luna who was sitting alone in a corner writing a thesis in the college library.

"Good evening, Scott."

Luna raised her head and observed Scott with misty eyes.

"Oh, you don't look very well, your brain has been invaded by the harassment gadfly."

She put the quill in her hand into the inkwell, and raised her hand to remove the wand pinned to her left ear.

"Let me think about it." She raised her faint eyebrows, "Maybe I can help you expel them."

Scott didn't care about her whimsy, he moved a chair and sat across from her, and asked directly, "Luna, is there a way for you to contact Savannah?"

"Why not?" Luna said in surprise, "You can write to her directly, and the owl will deliver it for you."

She played with the wand in her hand, turning the wand a few times between her fingers like a pen.

Then she pointed her wand at Scott again, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you want to try?"

Scott glanced at the wand in her hand and shook his head, "Forget about the harassment Gadfly, can you help write a letter to Savannah?"

Because of Savannah's older brother Aaron, Scott didn't know how other people in that family treated him. In order to ensure that the letter could be delivered to Savannah, he thought it would be better to ask Luna to write a letter. Insurance.

Luna withdrew her wand with some regrets, "I'm going to use the mind-confusing spell on you, so that the harassing horses won't be able to survive in your brain, and they will definitely flee. Afterwards, just use the spell to break the spell, and you You can have a clean brain."

Her slightly protruding eyes were still fixed on Scott's forehead, as if all her attention was attracted by the so-called harassment gadfly.

"..."

Just when Scott was about to sacrifice her own brain to cooperate, she nodded again, "Write to Savannah, of course, although I don't know why you didn't write the letter yourself..."

"Professor Trelawney has made a new prophecy."

While speaking, Scott took out the [Magic Mirror] and put it on the table, while not forgetting to hold the wand and cast a spell to block the sound.

He handed the [Magic Mirror] to Luna, and clicked on the "Video".

"The scroll of history opens..."

The moment the prophecy started in the "video", Scott quickly covered his ears with his hands.

"The recovered witch..."

Soon, Luna followed Scott's example and covered her ears.

"The sleeping great man...he wants to devour...defeated in the hands of those who don't exist!"

After the "video" was played, Luna's silver-gray eyes widened, looking a little out of focus.

"The last time Professor Trelawney did a divination for the Thestrals was definitely not so scary," she murmured.

Then, she stared at Scott's forehead again.

"Are you troubled by this prophecy?" she asked softly. "It gives those buggers a chance to get into your head... oh..."

She suddenly opened her mouth wide, and her silver-gray eyes seemed to be shrouded in smoke.

After a while, she said in surprise, "Are you a person who never survived?"

Scott was more surprised than she was, "How do you know?"

"I don't know." The smoke in Luna's eyes dissipated, her expression was a little dazed, "I just know."

Scott stared into her eyes, feeling more and more curiously gifted in them.

He said to Luna: "The prophecy mentions the King of Eternity, that is, the legendary King Arthur. I would like you to write to Savannah to ask whether the legendary Avalon really exists?"

"I've heard the legend." Luna suddenly laughed. "I think Avalon is real. Of course, you can ask Savannah for her opinion."

"Then please." Scott thanked her.

"You're welcome." Luna's voice became erratic again, "The great man who took the inheritance from the Eternal King, do you want to fight him?"

Scott shrugged. "Who knows? Professor Trelawney said so."

Luna nodded, and said to Scott seriously: "If you need other help, you can also find me, and you can also fight."

"Okay." Scott replied, but didn't take it seriously.

If [the great man] really was Salazar Slytherin, if there was a battle in the future, he wouldn't drag his friends to his death.

Luna smiled, her eyes fogged up again, and she began to look at him carefully.

"What does the non-existent mean? You obviously exist here." She muttered, frowning, "It should mean that you do not exist in a certain book, and that book is the volume of history."

Scott asked in surprise, "Do you know what the Scroll of History is?"

At this time, the mist in Luna's eyes dissipated again.

She shook her head blankly again, "I don't know."

She blinked quickly, and said to Scott, "The scroll of history opens, and the revived witch creates a storm... Have you noticed that the opening of the scroll of history is the origin of everything in the prophecy."

"You're right," Scott said, "but no one knows what the Scroll of History is."

"Don't worry, you'll always know." Luna said with a smile.

She put her wand back behind her ear, took out her quill, and resumed her paper.

Scott got up and left the library.

He was not prepared to tell more people about the prophecy, including his roommates.

After all, telling them would only make a few more people worry about him.

It's kind of strange to think about it, he subconsciously felt that the little girl Luna was more receptive to things like prophecies than his three roommates.

Maybe it's because Luna never shows any negativity in front of anyone?

Even if she is isolated, bullied, or called a "crazy girl", she never gets angry.

It's not the kind of not being angry that is suppressed, she is really not angry at all.

She always seems to face everything with the most positive and optimistic attitude.

Scott felt that he should learn from her.

The following Tuesday, Scott had a peaceful day.

After dinner that day, he came to Professor Flitwick's office as scheduled.

But Professor Flitwick was not alone in the office.

Dumbledore and Professor Binns are here too.

They were still working on the seamless brass box Scott had pulled out of the troll stuffing.

"Scott, you're here."

Professor Flitwick looked up at the clock on the wall when Scott entered the door.

"Oh, it's already this time."

Scott stood at the door of the office, but his eyes were already attracted by the box.

At this time, the box seemed to have shed a layer of dirt on the surface, revealing its true colors.

Its golden appearance under the light told Scott that it was not the brass box he thought it was, but a real gold treasure box.

"How is that possible?" Scott murmured.

At the beginning, he specially studied so many materials in order to improve the transformation technique, so that he could not even distinguish the difference between the materials of brass and gold.

"You were fooled by it too, Scott." Dumbledore said with a smile, "We have just lifted its disguise. I have to say that its camouflage ability is amazing, and we only discovered it with great difficulty."

Professor Flitwick also laughed, "That's right, although from the point of view of magic, the difference in value between gold and brass is not that big. But on the other hand, gold must be more noble than brass, which also indicates that It turns out that what is hidden in the box is more precious than we originally thought."

Scott walked to the golden treasure chest and carefully examined the inscriptions on the chest.

"Professor, what kind of text is this?" he asked, "Has the content been translated?"

"This is a unique language for goblins." Professor Binns who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "It's a very old version, even goblins have stopped using them. Of course, modern greedy ghosts probably don't know this ancient version Goblin writing."

Scott asked in surprise, "So... this box was forged by goblins?"

Professor Binns nodded, "That's right, and this box is more than 1000 years old."

Scott stretched out his hand to touch the box, and at the same time probed the magic perception into it.

For a moment, his eyes widened, "Huh?"

The inability to perceive when he was in contact with the box two days ago disappeared. Although it was still a bit slow at this time, his perception was indeed penetrating into the golden treasure box bit by bit.

At this time, the three professors all saw his abnormality.

"What's the matter, Scott?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Magic perception." Scott didn't look up, "My magic perception can already explore the inside of the box."

As soon as this was said, the three professors immediately paid attention to it.

"So?" Dumbledore said to Scott, "Although I can perceive some things, I'm still not as good as you."

As he said that, he followed Scott's example and stretched out his hand to put on the golden treasure chest.

But he quickly gave up.

He said to Scott: "The so-called perception is actually an illusory ability. But you are different. Your perception ability can be manipulated at will like magic. You are the only one who can use perception to this extent. "

At this time, Scott's magic perception is still struggling to break through the layers of "levels" inside the golden treasure chest.

Although his perception has been going deep into the golden treasure chest, he didn't get any useful clues.

Inside the golden treasure chest is still a layer of golden treasure chests, just like infinite dolls.

He told the three professors what he perceived.

"This shouldn't be..." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Could it be that this box contains only wealth like gold?"

Dumbledore shook his head at Professor Flitwick, denied his guess, and then said to Scott: "Keep going deeper, Scott, maybe it's because you haven't broken through to the core area inside the box."

Scott responded, his magic perception was slowly but firmly breaking through the "levels" layer by layer.

(End of this chapter)