Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 539 539. Actor Mr Jeffrey

After stepping through the collapsed gate and into the darkness inside the pyramid, Scott took out the magic lamp again.

He tapped the lamp wall with his fingers, making the light from the magic lamp brighter.

The soft light that is not harsh illuminates the interior scene, but also casts a huge shadow on the wall.

Scott walked to the wall and carefully observed the ancient writing left on the wall.

"This is what I left before I died."

Mr. Jeffrey floated to his side silently.

"I'm worried that even if I become a ghost, I won't be able to persist until the day when the latecomer appears."

Scott didn't speak.

The text on the wall was indeed consistent with the story Mr. Jeffrey told him just now.

"Fortunately, I finally got you, so these messages are meaningless."

Mr. Jeffrey smiled gratifiedly, turned and floated towards an upward staircase.

"Come on, I can't wait to give you everything!"

"it is good."

Scott responded and followed him up the steep stairs.

"That's good."

Helena said happily to Scott.

"This time there are no troublesome and dangerous tests. With Mr. Jeffrey here, you can inherit that knowledge smoothly!"

"Yeah." Scott looked deeply impressed, "It's really lucky."

Rimbaud rested quietly on Scott's left shoulder without making a sound.

[Magic Mirror] floated above his head, still recording everything that happened in front of him.

And the small picture frame floated to his right, and the corner of Ravenclaw's lips in the picture curled up.

Under the leadership of Mr. Jeffrey, they walked on the stairs without guardrails, turning one turn after another.

As they continued upward, the quadrilateral formed by the steps became smaller and smaller.

Finally, they stopped in front of a stone door without any decoration.

"Go."

Mr. Geoffrey turned to Scott.

"Use magic power to write all the initial runes of 'Yuktrazil' on the door, and the door will automatically open."

"I see."

Scott stepped forward, stretched out his fingers, and wrote complex runes on the smooth stone door.

When he made the last stroke, he heard a "click".

Afterwards, the Shimen began to move to the right, and slowly retracted into the wall.

Inside the door seems to be an old study.

Several torches were quietly burning on the iron frames on the surrounding walls.

"That's Gupu Lai Xianhuo." Helena whispered.

Scott nodded and continued to observe the furnishings in the room.

On several rows of stone shelves, stacks of rolled animal skins were neatly placed.

In the rest of the places, there are five huge stone tables.

Various utensils were displayed on those tables, many of which had decayed.

Although there are many things, the indoor space is not crowded, but very spacious.

Especially in the center, a large open space is reserved.

There are also some intricate patterns carved on the floor.

"Welcome to our studio."

Mr. Jeffrey floated into the room, stopped in front of the shelf where the animal skin rolls were placed, and turned to look at Scott who was standing at the door.

"Come in, I'd be happy to explain to you the precious knowledge we left behind!"

"Excuse me."

Scott smiled, put the magic lamp in his hand on the ground at the door, and then stepped forward.

He walked unhurriedly, but he quickly reached the clearing with patterns carved on it.

"Come here, Scott."

Mr. Geoffrey beckoned to him.

Scott raised one foot again, but it never came down.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Jeffrey asked suspiciously.

"Ah, I won't go there."

Scott withdrew that foot.

Mr. Jeffrey asked concerned, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Scott shook his head, "That's not true. It should be said that if I take two steps forward, I will become uncomfortable."

"how come?"

Mr. Geoffrey smiled mildly.

"It's fine, it's safe here. Unlike the ice palace in 'Niflheim', we didn't set up any traps here."

Scott still stood in place, as if his feet had taken root.

At this time, Helena also noticed something was wrong.

"What's going on?" she asked Scott softly.

Scott smiled, "Then I have to ask Mr. Jeffrey."

Hearing what he said, the smile on Mr. Jeffrey's face disappeared immediately.

"Have you found it?"

Although Mr. Jeffrey's expression turned cold, his voice was still very gentle.

"How did you find out?"

"Your story is wonderful, Mr. Geoffrey," said Scott. "Unfortunately, I didn't believe it."

Mr. Jeffrey looked at him and sighed, "Can you tell me the reason? I have been thinking about those words for more than 1000 years."

"Maybe it's because you're not good at lying."

Scott laughed.

"I guess, you have always been the kind of wizard who is immersed in research. Except for the partners of the school, you have not communicated with too many people, and then you have been isolated here for so many years..."

Having said that, he shrugged his shoulders.

"When it comes to lying and deceiving people, I'm much better than you."

Mr. Jeffrey still didn't understand, "I thought my performance was perfect."

"Maybe it's because it's too perfect and smooth."

Scott sighed too.

"It's too deliberate. You should have rehearsed countless times, and even every expression, every tone of voice is almost mechanical."

It's like an actor who has grown tired of acting, has no real feelings, and only relies on technique to act.

This kind of actor may be said to have good acting skills, but he is full of craftsmanship.

Of course, the audience will respond to this kind of careless and insincere performance.

Helena was shocked when she heard this, "Wait, why didn't I see what you said?"

"Oh, my daughter, I'm not surprised by that."

Ravenclaw in the painting said bluntly.

"After all, it's not the first time you've been fooled around."

"Mother……"

Helena was speechless, and lowered her head in shame.

"That's no excuse."

Mr. Jeffrey still couldn't accept Scott's statement.

"I'm just a ghost that has been alone for more than 1000 years. It's normal to lose emotions and forget how to communicate with people."

"You're right," Ravenclaw said, "but you're too fluent in your storytelling."

Mr. Jeffrey said: "I am waiting for the heir of 'Agasd'. I want to tell him the past. I want to prevent myself from forgetting, so I have been practicing."

This time it was Helena's turn to contradict him.

"Ghosts will never forget things they remembered before they were alive, especially things related to their own death!"

"You are not a ghost at all, and you don't know enough about ghosts!"

"Did I make a mistake again?"

Mr. Geoffrey suddenly realized.

"It is true that I have never communicated with ghosts, nor have I researched topics related to ghosts."

Scott said: "At first I was just suspicious of you, but I wasn't sure that you were really lying until I entered this studio."

"I didn't show any flaws."

Mr. Geoffrey thought about it.

"You should be attracted by this valuable knowledge."

Ravenclaw said: "You are too impatient, but you don't know that Scott's perception of magic fluctuations is very keen. This is his natural talent."

"I see."

Mr. Geoffrey looked at the patterns carved on the stone slabs on the ground.

"It's true that I was too impatient. I should wait for you to step into the position I prepared for you before starting the magic ceremony."

Scott guessed, "You probably also want to occupy my body and replace my identity."

"Also?" Mr. Geoffrey looked surprised.

"Ah, you're not alone in wanting to do that," Scott said.

Voldemort wanted to replace Harry and be reborn.

Salazar Slytherin wanted to devour him, the [non-existing man], to resist the erosion of fate.

It is not surprising that there is one more Mr. Jeffrey now.

"Forget it." Mr. Jeffrey shook his head, "I'm not interested in other people's affairs."

His figure flickered, becoming more and more transparent until it disappeared.

Then, another Mr. Geoffrey emerged from one of the hide rolls on the stone shelf.

Although his body is still translucent, it is no longer the white that is unique to ghosts.

Although his figure and facial features were blurred, Scott could still tell that he was very old.

Obviously, this Mr. Geoffrey did not die when he was young, but died of old age.

"A soul body?" Scott recognized his state at this time, "You also made a Horcrux?"

Mr. Jeffrey did not deny it, and said in an old and hoarse voice: "Yes, the only way to maintain immortality is the Horcrux."

Scott asked with great interest, "So, what was the truth back then?"

"I regret it."

Mr Geoffrey said in a sighing voice.

"When I was young, I was willing to die for my ideal with my passion."

"But as time passed, I couldn't bear the boring and barren life hiding here, and the life that could see the end at a glance."

Helena exclaimed, "So you are the one who wants to leave here!"

"it's me."

Mr. Geoffrey graciously admitted.

"But my idea has been unanimously opposed by my companions. I want to master all the knowledge of the school, and they are afraid that the Holy See will get it."

"Even if I want to give up my ideals and hide my name, they dare not take any risks."

"They will only rigidly follow the order of the leader of the school, pinning their hopes on the illusory future."

"But the future is too far away. Even if there has been a prophecy, it is absolutely impossible for us to wait until the moment when the prophecy comes true."

Scott got a headache when he heard the prophecy, "A prophecy again?"

"Yes, the last prophecy made by a prophet in the school before his death at the critical moment of fighting the Holy See."

Mr Jeffrey told Scott.

"Even if 'Agasd' disappears, our ideals will not disappear. In the future, future generations will inherit our legacy and fulfill our unfulfilled ideals."

"It is precisely because of this prophecy that the leader of the school will let us leave with the research materials and keep the legacy of the school in the secret realm."

"It's also because of this that my companions hide here without complaint or regret, silently waiting for me to grow old."

Having said that, he laughed a few times.

"Do you think that if there is no prophecy, we will still make such a choice?"

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

This prophecy did not affect him.

He was prepared to inherit the legacy of "Agasd" and fulfill that great ideal.

Although this is contrary to his previous idea of ​​being alone.

Although he also swore to Medea that he would never set up any troublesome organization.

But he has embraced his transformation.

At this time, Scott heard Helena asking, "Did you really kill your companion?"

"Yes."

Mr. Jeffrey is still acknowledging it.

Helena asked again, "Then why didn't you leave?"

"Ha ha……"

Mr. Geoffrey let out another ugly laugh.

"My companions, they are all outstanding wizards."

"Because my sneak attack caused them to be injured, so I had the upper hand in the fight."

"But they are not easily knocked down when they are injured."

"Seeing that the victory was hopeless, they simply sacrificed all their lives and strength together, and completely blocked the entrance and exit of the secret realm, so that I could no longer open the space passage."

"what?"

Rimbaud, who had been quiet all this time, became anxious when he heard it, and suddenly shouted.

"Scott, can't we get out?"

"Obviously not." Scott said with a smile, "Didn't we come in? Thousands of years have passed, and the power of the blockade should have disappeared."

Helena also said: "Otherwise it wouldn't make sense for Mr. Jeffrey to occupy Scott's body."

Rimbaud asked again, "Since he can leave, why doesn't he leave?"

Scott sneered, "Leaving like this lonely ghost? The arrangement before his death is here. Of course he wants to wait until the 'container' arrives before leaving."

Hearing that he unabashedly labeled himself a "container", Mr. Jeffrey gave another smirk.

Scott asked directly, "You should have other arrangements, Mr. Jeffrey?"

"Yes, I haven't failed yet."

Mr. Jeffrey's soul body began to emit blood red light.

"Thank you for listening to me so much, and now you have nowhere to run, Scott."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pattern on the ground in front of Scott also lit up red.

Soon, strange blood-red patterns appeared on the surrounding walls.

Translucent chains emerge from the air.

Several chains are connected to the ground under Scott's feet, forming a circle, and the other ends are connected to walls in all directions.

"Gah..."

Rimbaud screamed and flew up from Scott's shoulder.

Scott looked like a poor bug trapped in a spider's web.

"You can't escape even if you know 'Yuktra Hill'."

Mr. Geoffrey floated up to Scott.

"A bigger magical ceremony has already started, and my arrangement has sealed off all the spaces."

"Scott, watch out!"

Helena reached out to grab Scott, but her hand went through his body.

"I'm fine, Helena."

Scott's face was calm, and his body slowly became transparent.

"It's just a phantom."

Mr. Jeffrey finally couldn't maintain his calm, and shouted, "When?"

"Before stepping into this studio, of course," Scott said with a smile.

Helena said happily, "Oh, even I didn't find out. Fortunately, you were prepared, Scott."

"It's ok!"

Mr. Geoffrey started screaming.

"As long as you are still in this pyramid, you cannot escape my ritual capture!"

As he spoke, he flew towards the door like a gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)