Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 566

"I didn't expect such magic to exist."

Slytherin looked down at Scott.

And Scott also tightened his nerves, maintaining the highest vigilance.

Even though Slytherin's situation took a turn for the worse at this moment, and the layout of planning for a thousand years had been broken, he still showed no signs of panic.

He doesn't even have much mood swings.

How does this make Scott unguarded?

"Father."

At this moment, Medea looked up at Slytherin's head made of black mist.

"Shouldn't we leave first?"

"leave?"

The Slytherin looked away from Scott to Medea.

"What do you think, my daughter?"

Medea did not avoid his gaze.

She said softly, "Father, I think we still have a lot of time to rearrange our plans."

"Rearranging the plan?" Slytherin nodded. "You have a point."

He floated down from the air and stopped beside Medea.

"Are you going to let them go like this?" Savannah asked Scott unwillingly.

Scott smiled and shook his head.

"I don't think old Mr. Slytherin will leave easily."

"I suppose so," said Ravenclaw in the picture.

"Oh?"

The Slytherin over there laughed.

He glanced past the Ravenclaw frame to Scott.

"Why do you think so?"

"Intuition, maybe," Scott said. "My instincts are always right."

While he was speaking, the two long spears nailed to King Arthur's body were suddenly pulled out and returned to Scott's side at an extremely fast speed.

Slytherin also instantly turned into a black mist, and flew towards the corpse at an extremely fast speed.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

The ground suddenly split open, like an abyss, swallowing King Arthur's body.

When the black mist transformed by Slytherin arrived, a rune circuit lit up on the ground, and a hot flame formed a pillar of fire, soaring into the sky.

The scorching heat distorted the surrounding air.

When the pillar of fire fell and disappeared, the ground was covered with red cracks and scorched black marks, and there were countless black particles scattered in the air.

The Slytherin who turned into black mist was not afraid of the temperature of the flames, so he was not hurt by being sprayed by the fire pillar.

But at this time, he could no longer maintain the indifferent attitude just now.

The black mist once again condensed into an illusory head, and Slytherin's dark eyes were slightly red.

"You destroyed that physical body," he said.

Although he was trying to bear it, Scott could still hear a hint of madness in his voice.

Scott is not afraid of his madness, rather, he looks forward to Slytherin who cannot remain calm and wise.

"King Arthur has been dead for more than 1000 years." Scott said, "Let the legend just live in the legend."

"very good."

The Slytherin's long beard fluttered.

"In other words, I, a wizard thousands of years ago, should be nothing more than a legend to today's magic world."

"Actually, I don't really care about such things."

Scott told the truth.

"As long as it doesn't involve me, I don't care whether you are resurrected or not."

But Slytherin wanted to use him as a material for magical rituals, so of course they would never die.

"I understand."

Slytherin suddenly calmed down.

His long beard drooped again, and his eyes were black again.

He looked Scott up and down again several times.

"I have to say, it's a bit too coincidental."

he said, frowning.

"I mean, your appearance, your specialness, is there really no one manipulating it?"

"Who knows."

Scott, who knew the truth, looked indifferent and shrugged his shoulders.

"Even if someone is really manipulating all this, the person who can do this kind of thing is not something I can say."

"Too."

Slytherin nodded in agreement.

"I learned early on that the world is not as simple as we know it to be."

His words clearly piqued Scott's interest.

Scott also asked directly, "How to say?"

Slytherin glanced at Ravenclaw in the painting.

"Rowena must also know about this problem." He said, "A wizard who has reached our level can no longer move forward."

Scott looked puzzled.

He doesn't feel that way yet.

"Because you're still making progress."

Slytherin's tone was flat.

"But your progress is just to absorb more knowledge, learn more magic, and more spellcasting skills. In essence, you can no longer go any further."

Scott asked, "Magic?"

Slytherin nodded, "There is a limit to the magic power a wizard can control, and there is a limit to the efficiency with which magic power can be used when casting spells. Of course, the lifespan of a wizard is also limited. Literature descriptions vary."

Scott understood, "You mean those gods?"

Slytherin said: "Gods are nothing but more powerful wizards."

Scott was thoughtful upon hearing this.

At this time, Ravenclaw in the painting spoke.

"I told you, Scott, not to explore the origin of wizards."

"Yes."

Scott was stunned, turned around and bowed to Ravenclaw's portrait.

"I see, Master."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Slytherin suddenly laughed.

"It's ridiculous. I didn't expect Rowena to become a coward in the end."

He looked at the portrait of Ravenclaw playfully.

"The former Rowena was so high-spirited, she was smart and proud, and she did not lack the ambition to explore all the mysteries of magic."

"Enough, Salazar."

Ravenclaw sighed.

"That's in the past."

Slytherin sneered.

"The four of us came together because of ambition, Rowena!"

Ravenclaw said: "But the way forward is hopeless, so we established Hogwarts to leave our respective inheritances."

"Yeah." Slytherin seemed a little embarrassed, "At first, I thought so too."

Ravenclaw said: "Later, all three of us changed our minds, but you still refused to give up."

"That's because all three of you betrayed me!"

Slytherin's tone was cold.

"In the beginning, we all agreed to pass on our respective magic and knowledge, and hand over hope to the future."

"But I don't know when it started. You changed your original intention and decided to make the study of the origin of wizards a taboo, and never mentioned it."

The Ravenclaw in the painting closed his eyes.

"That's a dead end with no hope." She said softly, "Why pass despair down from generation to generation."

Dead end?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Scott's eyes flickered.

Could there be some great horror in the origin of the wizard?

But thinking of Ravenclaw's warning, he quickly suppressed his curiosity.

"Yeah, you don't want to pass on your despair to younger generations. But a Slytherin won't give up his ambition!"

Slytherin sarcastically.

"So I finally decided to take the future to myself."

"So I left Hogwarts and searched all over the world."

"In the end, I found Avalon and set up this millennium game."

"As long as I can achieve true immortality, I will be able to unravel the mystery of the origin!"

So, what is the mystery of origin?
Scott's boiling curiosity could hardly be suppressed.

Just then, Slytherin looked at him again.

"How about it, kid, you're curious, aren't you?"

Immediately afterwards, he sent out an invitation in a gentle tone.

"This is a mystery about whether wizards can go one step further. Your mentor does not allow you to explore, but I want to invite you to solve the mystery with me."

Scott looked up at him.

"Although I don't deny that I'm curious." His tone was still calm, "But if it's you, I can't feel at ease."

Working with Slytherin is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

I don't know when it will be used as the material for the other party's resurrection.

"My invitation is sincere."

Slytherin's tone also sounded very sincere.

"Don't worry, the 'Force of Destiny' is in your hands, you can destroy it."

Having said that, he glanced at the crystal hourglass pendant on Scott's chest.

"And the 'Clairvoyant Eye' has expired, and I have no next millennium to accumulate."

Scott was silent.

Who doesn't want eternal life and further strength?
Of course he wanted it too.

It seemed that it was not so strong before, almost dispensable, but at this time his mood could not be calm for a long time.

At this time, Ravenclaw did not remind him aloud, nor did he stop him.

"Scott?"

Savanna was a little worried and called him.

Scott shook his head.

While shaking his head, he saw the unspoiled sea of ​​flowers in the distance, and his eyes finally calmed down.

"Sorry." He looked back at Slytherin. "I refuse."

He figured it out.

Not to mention the four founders of Hogwarts, even the legendary Merlin just found another way to turn himself into a "nightmare".

Then why is he confident that he can surpass these people?

So, so be it.

Some things are better not to know than to know.

Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a lot more relaxed.

The Slytherin stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed.

"what a pity."

Scott has come to his senses. Although he has always maintained a high degree of vigilance, he almost fell into the trap of Slytherin just now.

Just a few words, but he couldn't help thinking along his train of thought, and was aroused with strong curiosity and strong ambition.

"It's terrible," he said softly. "Salazar Slytherin is worthy of such a silent method."

"As I said, my invitation is sincere."

Slytherin shook his head.

"Unfortunately, your ambition is not enough."

"Yes."

Scott agreed without hesitation.

"I'm not a very ambitious type, otherwise I wouldn't have been assigned to Ravenclaw House by the Sorting Hat."

Having said that, he also laughed.

"Speaking of which, the Sorting Hat thought that I was also suitable for Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw is more suitable than Hufflepuff."

I still remember that when he first entered the magic world, he really wanted to live with the situation.

It's just that he has experienced so much now, and he can no longer regain the state of mind at that time.

Forget it, it's useless to say more.

He raised his right hand.

Floating in front of him, two spears of different styles were lifted up, pointing at Medea and Slytherin.

"Let it all end here."

Facing the aim of the gun point, Slytherin showed no expression, but Medea showed a trace of panic.

Scott also knew that Slytherin, who had turned into a black mist, seemed not afraid of the harm of "Gungnir".

"Finish?"

Slytherin smiled nonchalantly.

The head turned into black mist again, floated onto Medea, and penetrated directly into her body.

"what……"

With a face full of pain, Medea raised her head and began to howl.

Watching this scene, Scott swiped down with his outstretched right hand.

Swish!
The branch-shaped spear passed through Medea's chest in a flash.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Medea's body was cracked and turned into a pile of porcelain fragments, which fell to the ground.

Transparent ripples appeared in the air, and the branch-shaped spear pierced into the ripples and disappeared.

"They must still be inside Avalon."

Savannah said to Scott.

"Didn't you say it? Except in this different space, space magic cannot be used inside Avalon."

"I previously thought that Medea's magic of replacing her real body with a ceramic doll was through the connection between souls."

Scott explained.

"Now it seems that it is not so magical."

There was still a connection between the spear and him. It was indeed inside Avalon. Although it was not on the small island in the middle of the lake, it was within the range of Apple Island.

"How do we get out of here now?" Savannah was a little anxious.

"I thought someone would know."

Scott looked ahead at the air.

"Really, can't you find clues yourself?"

With a mocking complaint, Merlin's figure appeared before Scott's eyes again.

He pointed to the white tower, and then disappeared again.

"what?"

Savannah was still looking at Scott strangely.

"Who else is here?"

"Let's go."

Scott smiled, turned and walked towards the white tower.

"Take Aaron."

"I see."

Savannah waved her long wooden staff, turning the vines that bound Aaron into a giant wolf, and followed them with Aaron covered in blood.

"What a cruel sister..."

Aaron moaned and complained.

"I've lost so much blood that I'm about to die."

Savannah glanced at him expressionlessly.

"If you talk too much, I'll keep you here!"

"Woooo..."

Aaron faked crying twice, then quickly closed his mouth, his face full of affectation and obedience.

Neither Scott nor Savannah paid him any further attention.

They re-entered the white tower, did not look at the "clairvoyance" on the first floor, and climbed up through the spiral staircase built against the wall.

On the second floor, they saw a closed black coffin.

Intricate runes and patterns are depicted on the coffin and on the ground.

Scott didn't have time to decipher those runes, he just hurried past the second floor and climbed up to the upper floor at a faster speed.

(End of this chapter)