Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 568
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With several thunderclaps, Medea's body, which was pierced by the spear, shattered and fell down.

A faint ghost rose from the shards.

"Come, my daughter."

The Slytherin in the Medea shell held out his hand.

"Come here, don't worry, I will revive you."

Medea, with only a ghost left, seemed to be in a daze, and floated in front of Slytherin.

Slytherin bent his five fingers, and Medea's nearly transparent soul immediately shrank, turning into a small white ball with a tail, which was conveniently put away by Slytherin.

Scott watched the scene without disturbing.

"So you left her a way out?"

He smiled and said something, beckoned, and the two spears returned to him.

"She's my daughter after all."

Slytherin said, black mist gushed out of his body again.

"It's also because she made a Horcrux before she died."

When the black mist dissipated again, his appearance turned into a young man with black hair and black eyes, and the dark green dress on his body also turned into a black robe.

Scott watched him change.

He felt that this should be the same way Medea stared at Voldemort's soul.

Slytherin was unable to carry out the original resurrection plan, so he had to settle for the next best thing, sacrificing his blood-related daughter.

As for why Medea didn't completely disappear, the reason might be as he said, because of the Horcruxes.

It is also because the blood relationship between Medea and Slytherin is undoubtedly much closer than that of Voldemort who does not know how many generations have passed.

After all, she is his daughter.

"In this case, can she be saved?"

Scott asked curiously.

The rain is getting heavier.

He raised his hand to wipe the rainwater from his face, and put on the hood.

Slytherin made a move, and the black flames burning all around gathered behind him as if they were alive.

"Do you care about her?" he asked with a smile.

"It's just curiosity." Scott also smiled.

What he was curious about was Slytherin's study of souls.

If he can still restore Medea when the soul is greatly damaged, then his research on the soul is undoubtedly terrible.

"You're showing your greed," said Slytherin, "but that's normal, Rowena is just as greedy for knowledge as you are."

The black flames behind him gradually gathered, and finally turned into a monster.

This is a giant snake with wings.

The giant snake has non-reflective pitch-black scales all over its body, and its wings are also covered with black feathers.

Its upper body stood up, the black meat crown on top of its head trembled, and it spread its huge wings that covered the sky and the sun.

boom!
Lightning from the clouds struck the snake's head, but it didn't seem to cause any harm.

"hiss……"

The black feathered snake opened its mouth wide, making a very ear-piercing sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Hearing its sound, Scott felt very uncomfortable at first.

Immediately afterwards, a few broken petals fell, and he noticed the withering of the crown of thorns above his head.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been hit on the forehead with a hammer, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Savannah on the side staggered even more, almost falling down directly.

Not only the two of them, but even the surrounding moon vines that made up the thorn forest instantly collapsed like a wave.

Of course, Slytherin would not let go of such an opportunity. As soon as he raised his hand, a green lightning shot out from the white bone wand in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Gah!"

At the critical moment, Rimbaud suddenly appeared.

Its body expanded rapidly, and it spread its wings to stop the two of them, blocking the death curse.

boom!
With a sound, Rimbaud's body retreated, knocking Scott and Savannah into the air.

While being knocked into the air, Scott urged "Gungnir".

The two spears suspended in the air before trembled slightly, and then fired towards Slytherin and the huge black feathered snake respectively.

Slytherin's body turned into black mist, retreated at an extremely fast speed, and directly merged into the feathered snake's body.

Two streaks of light crossed and pierced the Feathered Serpent's head and neck respectively.

However, the part pierced by the Feathered Serpent quickly ignited black flames, and returned to its original state at an extremely fast speed.

Scott, who had stabilized his body again, looked at this scene and frowned tightly.

"Are you all right?"

Rimbaud shrunk his body and flew onto Scott's shoulder.

"fine."

Scott looked up at the huge feathered snake.

Savannah said with disgust: "I think, I have figured it out, the essence of this Feathered Serpent is those black flames, and those black flames... are the evil fires summoned by the soul as fuel."

"Of course not his own soul as fuel." Scott said solemnly, "It's the people he killed."

Savannah said: "Because he killed countless people, I can say that this is evil fire."

"Your perception is very keen."

Slytherin's voice came from the feathered snake's body.

"It's okay to tell you..."

Feathered Serpent's huge head hung down, staring directly at Scott and Savannah with cold eyes.

"Unless you can eliminate this nearly infinite soul power in one go, otherwise, you will not be able to harm me at all."

Savannah glanced at the spear that flew back in front of Scott again.

"Even 'Gungnir' can't do it enough damage."

After a pause, she added, "And we can't get close to it, this kind of evil fire can burn the soul."

As she said that, she waved her long wooden staff and added the soul protection spell to the two of them. The crown of thorns took shape again and fell on top of the two of them.

"It's really difficult," Scott said. "I don't have a lot of methods for targeting souls. This is my shortcoming."

Although "Gungnir" also has the effect of harming the soul, but the target is too large. In comparison, the damage that "Gungnir" can cause is too small.

At this time, Slytherin had already merged into Feathered Serpent, and his soul breath had merged with the black flame, and Scott couldn't accurately find him for a precise strike.

For Scott, such a Slytherin is more difficult to deal with than when possessed in King Arthur's body.

"hiss……"

The Feathered Serpent opened its mouth again and let out an ear-piercing cry.

This time Scott just frowned because he was on guard.

In addition, the patron saint of the peregrine falcon that had been following him flew over the two of them, casting a silver light.

Under the shroud of this silver light, even the crown of thorns did not wither in the cry of the Feathered Serpent.

But in the next second, a black line of fire spit out from Feathered Snake's mouth.

Scott grasped Savannah's hand tightly, and the two of them left the place abruptly, and went directly to the thorny jungle far away.

Rimbaud, who didn't know when he left them and came here quietly, used contract magic to summon Scott in time.

Through the gap between the thorns, Scott glanced at the huge body of the Feathered Serpent that seemed to occupy half of the sky in the distance.

"I'll leave here first."

Rimbaud said something consciously, flapped his wings and left.

"How to do?"

Savannah asked Scott anxiously.

"Sorry, in this case, my spells don't seem to be very effective."

Scott said: "Since it is aimed at the soul, give it an opponent without a soul."

As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee and thrust his wand into the soil with his backhand.

The magic power flows, the flickering light forms the magic script, the soil in front of it surges, and the huge body rises from the ground.

Frost giants that are no different from Ymir appear one after another.

Finally, Scott activated the ring on his left index finger and summoned the real Ymir.

Including Ymir, there are a total of ten frost giants, standing on top of the moon vines lying down in front of them, surrounded by feathered snakes that are as huge as their bodies.

"Since it is impossible to eliminate those soul 'fuels' all at once, let's switch to a war of attrition."

Scott said softly.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Savannah asked, "Which sentence?"

Scott smiled, "He said that the soul power he controls is almost infinite."

Savannah shook her head resolutely, "Impossible, even if he has been killing people endlessly all his life, if he consumes at this rate, the soul under his control will definitely be exhausted at some point."

"I think so," Scott said.

boom!
Ahead, the frost giants exhaled blue cold air, creating a world of ice and snow out of thin air.

They strayed forward, holding weapons and shields made of ice in their hands, and went towards the Feathered Serpent to encircle and kill them.

Under the siege of the frost giants, Feathered Serpent quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Attacks aimed at the soul are undoubtedly ineffective against alchemy puppets and Transfiguration products, and the extremely high temperature of the flames is also offset by the coldness of the frost.

The weapons of the frost giants fell on the Feathered Serpent from time to time, forcing it to consume "fuel" to create more black flames to supplement recovery.

"It's our general now."

Scott smiled at Savannah.

"To get rid of the current disadvantage, Mr. Slytherin must leave the Feathered Serpent and use other means to destroy the Frost Giant."

Savannah continued his words: "But as long as he leaves the Feathered Serpent, he will immediately suffer the precise strike of 'Gungnir'."

"That's it." Scott nodded.

When he was summoned by Rimbaud just now, he left "Gungnir" there.

Although it is far away, it can also be controlled remotely.

As soon as Slytherin leaves this unlockable state, he will immediately launch a precise strike.

While the two were talking and laughing, the battle on the huge battlefield ahead became more intense.

Under the endless siege of ten frost giants, Feathered Serpent's struggle gradually weakened.

Swish!
Accompanied by a burst of cold light piercing the sky, even the wings on the back of the Feathered Serpent were chopped off by a huge frost ax in the hands of a giant.

"hiss……"

The Feathered Serpent's mouth was wide open, making an unprecedentedly loud sound.

The sound created a visible storm, pushing away the frost giants around it who were fighting in close quarters.

Despite the distance, Scott and Savannah were equally affected.

The crowns of thorns on their heads withered again, and they couldn't help covering their ears.

When the sound stopped and they became dizzy, they looked at each other and found that both of them had nosebleeds.

In the center of the battlefield, the black Feathered Serpent was covered in fire and grew wings again.

This time, it didn't stay.

Before the frost giants rushed up, it flapped its wings and took off, heading straight for the low black clouds above.

"Did you escape?"

Savannah wiped away the nosebleed with her hand, and used spells to restore both Scott and herself.

"It's not necessarily a good choice."

Bathed in the vibrant green light, Scott looked solemnly at the dark cloud surging with thunder.

"There... seems to be something really..."

Apparently, Slytherins should also know the dangers in the sky.

Although he had to fly into the sky, he didn't fly too high.

After leaving the attack range of the frost giant, the Feathered Serpent stopped, flapped its wings, and hovered in the air.

Its neck twisted and its eyes patrolled, as if looking for the whereabouts of Scott and Savannah.

At this time Savana was also casting spells to heal her injuries.

Although she immediately stopped casting the spell when she realized that the other party was looking for them, it seemed to be too late.

Slytherins spotted them by the green light going on and off.

The Feathered Serpent opened its mouth again and swooped down towards where they were.

While running towards this side, the Frost Giant vigorously threw the Frost Weapon in his hand towards the swooping Feathered Serpent.

The Feathered Serpent didn't care about the damage caused by these throwing weapons at all, it swooped straight down, and spewed out a black sea of ​​flames directly downward.

"It's time to leave."

Scott took Savannah's hand again.

Rimbaud's call came in time, and at the same time as the black sea of ​​flames fell, they left the place again and hid in the thorny jungle in the distance.

At this time, the frost giants had already chased after them, using endless cold air to open up a path formed by glaciers in the sea of ​​fire, trying to surround and kill the Feathered Serpent again.

Of course, Slytherin would not let himself fall into the same situation as just now. Before falling into the encirclement, the Feathered Serpent flapped its huge wings and flew into the sky.

This time, without Savannah's spellcasting guidance, Slytherin could only find their whereabouts through their powerful perception abilities. The Feathered Serpent did not land immediately after flying into the sky, but started a flying inspection.

Below, the frost giants immediately updated their equipment.

As the Feathered Serpent flew into the sky, ice throwing spears condensed in their hands, harassing them with non-stop long-range throwing.

In addition, there is lightning from the clouds above.

Because the Feathered Serpent made of black flames didn't seem to be afraid of the lightning attack, so it didn't dodge it, which caused the lightning that enveloped it as it moved almost formed a thunderstorm.

"The clouds are getting lower and lower," Savannah said.

Scott kept staring at the thick dark clouds like ink above. For some reason, a strong uneasiness surged in his heart.

This uneasiness was undoubtedly shared by Savannah, her voice trembled a little, "It came out, it came out..."

Slytherins undoubtedly felt threatened from above, too.

Feathered Serpent suddenly stopped patrolling, but swooped down at the fastest speed.

Black clouds billowed.

Suddenly, an extremely huge and extremely ferocious head pierced through the clouds, looking down with bright golden eyes.

(End of this chapter)