Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 564

Scott watched with cold eyes that Medea quickly arranged the magic ceremony with a pile of disposable magic stones and other magic materials.

Finally, she removed the necklace she wore around her neck.

It was a silver chain with a small crystal hourglass as a pendant.

She shook the pendant in her hand, and the originally calm blue fine sand in the crystal hourglass floated up quietly, revealing a radiant brilliance.

It was only then that Scott remembered that this necklace appeared suddenly, and it hadn't been worn on Medea before.

Even when she entered the second floor of the white tower, she didn't have this necklace on her chest.

Could it be obtained from the tower?

She strolled up to Scott and put the necklace on his head.

"what is this?"

Scott looked at the necklace and pendant curiously.

"The power to deflect fate."

Medea smiled.

Scott raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

"The power to deflect fate?"

He looked at Medea in surprise.

"I thought it was something illusory, invisible and intangible."

"You are right."

Medea nodded slightly.

"But because the 'Thousand-Mile Eye' is here, my father made arrangements thousands of years ago, and finally collected these materials that are enough to trigger the magic ceremony."

"So that's it." Scott expressed his understanding, "This is not the real power of fate deflection, but a unique magic material born with the help of fate deflection?"

"That's it."

Medea stretched out a finger, wiped it on Scott's bleeding neck, and then wiped the bloody finger on her red lips.

"it is true."

She licked her bloody lips.

"I thought it was that mercury-like alchemy puppet again."

"I was not cautious enough this time." Scott said with some annoyance.

Medea didn't say anything, just waved the wand in her hand.

Scott's body immediately flew up and landed in the magic ceremony that had been arranged.

At the same time, Slytherin strode into the confines of magical rituals.

He looked at Scott who was trapped by the silver snake and stood opposite him, and smiled.

"I'll leave it to you, Medea."

"Yes, father."

"Scott!"

Savannah couldn't help shouting anxiously again.

But at this time, Aaron was already in front of her.

"Go away!"

Savanna seemed to be in a complete panic, the long wooden stick in her hand fell to the ground.

Before Aaron could react, countless thorns and vines surrounded and bound him layer upon layer.

Those thorns pierced his flesh and blood mercilessly, and Aaron became drenched in blood instantly.

"Ah……"

Because of the pain, Aaron's face was a little distorted, but he was still smiling hard.

"My dear...sister...you are really cruel..."

As he spoke, feathers grew from his body.

However, before his transformation was complete, a spell from Savannah hit him again, interrupting his transformation process.

Savannah didn't look at him again, and ran towards the magic ceremony with a long wooden staff.

But by now it was too late.

Medea initiates the magical ritual.

In just a split second, Scott and Slytherin during the magic ceremony, including Medea who presided over the magic ceremony, were enveloped by a distorted and gorgeous light.

The place where the entire magic ceremony is located seems to have become a different space.

Scott looked at the dazzling light around him. He saw countless twisted figures flickering in the light, and felt that they were ordinary people struggling to survive in the cruel fate.

"Scott!"

Savannah was blocked from the magic ceremony and shouted loudly.

Through the distorted light, Scott could no longer see her figure clearly.

I only saw bursts of green light flickering, as if she was attacking the magic ritual, but it didn't have any effect.

In addition to Savannah, the three "summoned beasts" that Scott had released also rushed to attack, but to no avail.

Even Gorzan, who can easily change the terrain, cannot destroy the magic ritual that has been activated by changing the terrain.

Scott withdrew his gaze and began to observe the magic reaction inside the magic ceremony.

First of all, the bright red blood-like disposable magic stones began to melt, and seemed to turn into extra thick blood.

Although thick, the color is so vibrant that it even has a jewel-like sheen.

Soon, other materials began to melt as well.

All kinds of colors and the bright red melted by the Philosopher's Stone come together, like a colorful splash painting.

But in the end, these colors were successfully assimilated by the blood-like red, turning them all into bright red.

The flowing red liquid became thicker, like a flowing solid, and its luster became more and more shining, like a layer of perfectly cut diamonds.

The sparkling red quickly became regular, forming a huge and intricate pattern.

At this point, Medea retreated to the edge of the magical ceremony, outside the pattern on the ground.

Scott watched as she sliced ​​her porcelain white wrist with the sharp point of the bone wand, forcing out a few drops of blood.

In Scott's perception, it didn't look like human blood, but a bloody potion full of magic.

The blood dripped and mixed into the red liquid on the ground.

Patterns on the ground began to glow.

Suddenly, the red liquid that made up the pattern began to roll and elongate like boiling water, and then formed countless long red snakes.

Like a group of snakes dancing.

The upper body of those long snakes stood upright, and they kept walking within the scope of the pattern.

Soon, they surrounded Scott and Slytherin, entangled them.

Medea stretched out her hand, and the silver snake that was originally wrapped around Scott's body shrunk and turned into a silver snake necklace again, flying back into her hand.

But Scott was entangled by layers of blood-colored long snakes, just like the Slytherin on the opposite side, almost only two eyes were exposed.

Medea casually threw away the silver snake-shaped necklace in her hand, and re-entered the magical ceremony formed by countless blood-colored long snakes.

She scattered a few disposable magic stones casually, and then took out various materials to add.

Scott watched her move, then winked at Slytherin.

"You really are not without ambition, Medea."

Although Slytherin didn't show his mouth, he was still talking.

Scott felt that he seemed to be using magic power to vibrate the air, and immediately felt that this was a good skill, so he began to secretly learn it.

"My shrewd father, you should have expected it."

Medea said calmly, her hands were still busy rearranging the magic ritual.

Slytherin said: "You are my daughter, faced with such an opportunity, such a temptation, how could you do nothing?"

"But you didn't do anything, it seems that you are acquiescing to me to do all this?"

Medea quickly finished the arrangement, straightened up again, and looked at Slytherin.

"Or, are you absolutely confident that you won't let my plan succeed?"

Slytherin laughed twice.

"Do you think this is enough to trap me, Medea?"

As he said that, the magic power all over his body burst out suddenly, his arms shook, and the bloody long snake wrapped around him shattered inch by inch.

"of course not."

As Medea spoke, she uttered a spell.

The incantation was extremely short, it seemed to have only two syllables, and Scott couldn't catch what she said.

But just for a moment, a wave of blood that was familiar to him surrounded Slytherin's body.

"Arthur!"

Accompanied by a shrill and ear-piercing cry, blood-colored light soared into the sky.

When the bloody light dissipated again, Mordred appeared in worn-out armor.

He held Slytherin's right hand holding the knight's lance with one hand, and the other hand had penetrated his left chest, holding a beating black heart in his hand.

"Arthur! Arthur! Ah ha ha ha ha..."

Mordred held the heart tightly, raised his head and laughed wildly.

"cough……"

Slytherin coughed, and pure black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the white skin on his face became more transparent, and the black blood vessels under the skin swelled up, making it hideous and terrifying.

"Well done... cough... Medea..."

Medea didn't look at Slytherin, she had already taken the opportunity to adjust the rearranged magic ritual to another look.

After she finished this move, Scott, who had learned to vibrate the air with magical power, asked, "Wonderful, did you arrange the rebellious Mordred?"

He felt a little unbelievable.

Mordred was met by him and Savannah, and after Mordred went to the island, they came to the giant white tower only a few steps behind Medea.

How was Medea arranged in such a short period of time?

Impossible to think about.

This doesn't seem to be in line with Medea's style of acting after she makes up her mind.

unless……

"Did you arrange it in advance? Have you entered Avalon before?"

"Who knows?"

Medea just smiled mysteriously, and didn't give a straightforward answer like before.

Then, she restarted a new magical ritual.

Red light shrouded.

All the scarlet snakes stretched further and turned into extremely thin silk threads.

Countless red silk threads were tangled together, forming a mess.

These silk threads are like silkworms weaving cocoons, enveloping all the people in the magic ceremony.

Scott lost his vision, and everything he saw was a bright red scene.

Soon, he felt that the magic power and physical strength in his body were rapidly disappearing, being absorbed by the silk threads wrapped around his body.

He closed his eyes.

A touch of silver spread from his neckline, quickly covering his entire body.

Scott flinched.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the magic ceremony, in front of the "summoned beast" Gorzan.

"Scott! You're all right!"

Savanna rushed over excitedly and gave him a hug.

At this moment, a thin layer of mercury-like substance was fading from Scott's face and hands, retracting into the collar and cuffs.

"Of course I'm fine."

Scott gritted his teeth and gasped.

This girl's strength is so great that she almost broke his arm.

Savannah let go of her hand quickly.

"How on earth did you do it?"

She looked Scott up and down.

"It's very simple, let Gorzan summon me." Scott said with a smile, "The magic contract between us can summon each other."

He didn't explain too much, but looked at the magic ritual that was still running.

Through the distorted and brilliant light, he saw three huge blood cocoons in the ceremony.

The three blood cocoons were of different sizes. Among them, the cocoon that wrapped Slytherin and Mordred was the largest, while the cocoon that Scott escaped from was the smallest.

"Do you want to destroy it?" Savannah asked.

"of course."

Scott took the wand that Savannah handed him and waved it lightly.

The last "summoned beast" Horus appeared.

Its image is similar to Edgar, with golden feathers, wings on its back, and a sharp eagle beak mask on its face.

"Wind, Fire, Water, Earth!"

Scott ordered.

The four "summoned beasts" acted immediately and lined up around the magic ceremony.

The magic power bursting from them turns blue, black, red, yellow.

"Gungnir!"

Scott swung his wand slowly and with difficulty.

The magic power erupted by the four summoned beasts was compressed and solidified, turning into four spears of different colors.

The blue wind attribute spear represents sharpness, the black water attribute spear represents melting, the red fire attribute spear represents explosion, and the yellow earth attribute spear represents heavy pressure.

"go with!"

Scott swung his wand down sharply.

Four lights of different colors flashed past, gathered together, and hit the running magic ritual at the same time.

Blue, black, red, yellow.

Lights of various colors converged and then exploded.

But this group of intertwined lights did not spread too far, but compressed rapidly after spreading, turning into a pure black sphere.

Click, click.

The black sphere shattered, revealing streaks of dazzling white light from the cracks.

"Armor protection."

Scott waved his wand again, and an invisible magic barrier rose, enveloping him and Savannah.

Click, click.

There are more and more cracks on the black sphere, and the white light is getting more and more dazzling.

Suddenly, the black sphere completely shattered.

No sound.

There is only endless white light.

White light occupied the entire world, dyeing everything white.

Scott first raised his hand to cover his eyes, then took out his sunglasses and put them on.

Fortunately, the white light came and went quickly. After a few seconds, he saw the scene in front of him again.

The magic ritual has been completely destroyed, wrapping the three blood cocoons in the ritual.

Both Medea and Slytherin were on one knee, looking weak.

Medea looks better.

Although the corners of her mouth were bleeding, her skin became more ruddy.

And Slytherin clutched his chest, as if he stuffed back the heart that Mordred had taken out.

Only Mordred had disappeared.

The knight's spear also broke in two and fell to the ground.

Scott took a few steps forward and looked at the Slytherin father and daughter.

"It looks like I won?"

He said in a flat tone.

Slytherin looked up, looked at him, then at his "summoned beast".

"Summoning magic?"

It seemed he sensed Scott's actions at the time.

"Nice ingenuity."

He praised calmly.

Scott sighed.

"Looks like it's not over yet."

(End of this chapter)