The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

While Scott was looking up at the gate of the temple, the four "summoned beasts" plus Rimbaud, five huge monsters, stood in a row behind him.

Oh, of course, Xirein didn't have the ability to stand.

"Let's go!"

Scott didn't take any other actions, but took a step and walked up the stairs step by step.

After all, it was a temple, so he decided to give some face and walk.

Ignoring the low roar from the throat of the wolf trapped in the chain behind him, he climbed up the stairs one by one slowly.

The "summoned beasts" followed him step by step.

Fortunately, the steps were wide enough, even if five huge monsters were side by side, it would not be crowded.

The steps seemed insignificant compared to the statue, but it actually took a lot of time to climb up.

When Scott finally stood in front of the gate, the statue standing above his head moved again.

He turned around and watched the sacred golden light fall on the square.

The chains and pillars he used to restrain the stone crow and the wolf melted in the golden light, and the ground turned into rock again.

The stone crow and the wolf, who had regained their freedom, had no intention of attacking him again.

They just returned to their original positions and turned into stone sculptures that would not move.

After watching this scene, Scott turned around again and looked at the door in front of him.

The two metal doors that needed to be looked up were carved with complex and magnificent patterns.

Scott glanced at them and found that the carvings depicted the world tree and gods in Norse mythology, as well as the nine realms connected by the world tree.

Among them, Odin, sitting on the highest throne, was undoubtedly in the center.

Scott stretched out his hand and pushed hard.

The heavy door was pushed open.

He retracted his hand, and Golzan and Xirein each stepped forward and completely pushed open the two doors.

Puff!

The sound of burning flames rang out.

Inside the door, on the huge stone pillars on both sides of the temple, groups of flames ignited one after another, completely lighting up the magnificent temple.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Scott's footsteps echoed in the empty temple.

He walked forward a few steps, then stopped again, his eyes attracted by a group of sculptures deep inside the temple.

This group of sculptures consists of thick and gnarled branches and statues hanging upside down on trees.

Obviously, the sculptures depict the scene in Norse mythology where Odin, after drinking the water of the Fountain of Wisdom, hangs himself upside down on a tree for nine days and nine nights in order to welcome the dusk of the gods, thus comprehending the origin of magic, the runes.

Coming back to his senses, Scott took another step forward.

This time, he also had the interest to look at the entire temple.

Unlike the exquisite and magnificent churches of the Holy See, this Odin Temple looks much more primitive and rough, without too many decorations.

He walked through the temple and finally walked under the "Hanged Man" sculpture, looking up at the statue's eyes that were always closed.

"It seems that there is nothing here?"

Rimbaud, who followed him, said in a low voice.

"Yeah."

Scott responded, looked around, and did not find any other passages.

"How should we get out?" Rimbaud asked, "Use the portkey?"

"No hurry."

Scott looked up at the statue again and took a few steps forward.

Instantly, the ground he was standing on began to sink, and water gushed out at the same time.

"Scott!"

Rampaud shouted anxiously.

"I'm fine."

Scott responded while standing in the surging water.

At this time, the ground had stopped sinking, but it was only a little more than a person's height.

The water gushing out from under his feet quickly filled up most of the pool and submerged his shoulders.

"No, you're trapped!"

Rampaud stretched his neck and touched the air at the edge of the pool with his beak, but touched an invisible barrier.

"I know, I sensed it."

Scott answered and closed his eyes.

He had no time to pay attention to the fact that he was trapped for the time being, because the water filling the pool gave him a wonderful feeling.

This feeling of accelerated thinking was like wearing the crown of Ravenclaw.

Is there really a so-called fountain of wisdom, or is it some kind of special potion?

No, it's an illusion.

Scott opened his eyes again and had a plan in mind.

He thought that he no longer needed Savannah to help him with the purification ceremony.

At this moment, he felt that all his physical and mental fatigue had been swept away, as if he had endless energy and physical strength.

He understood that this was the result of the curse being completely purified.

And the feeling of accelerated thinking was not really accelerated thinking, but the thinking that was originally affected by the curse returned to normal.

He took a long breath and looked at the part of the stone wall inside the pool that was not submerged by water.

A closer look showed that the stone wall was densely covered with several circles of runes.

Scott frowned.

He knew very well that if he wanted to get out of trouble, deciphering these circles of runes was obviously the key.

But the initial runes here and the ancient magic words they are learning now, that is, runes, are still different in the development and improvement of wizards.

For example, the rune representing the number 3 is [Thurisaz], which represents Thor's hammer and means great power.

In the study of ancient magic words, the animal representing 3 is the rune snake.

Wizards also extended the reversed position of [Thurisaz], representing the dark side of out-of-control, runaway energy and desire, and excessive self-esteem, which is related to the three heads of the runes.

Scott tried to use Apparition to leave, but failed.

Then, he drew his wand and used a spell to attack the magic barrier covering the pool, but failed again.

The magic barrier that trapped him was unexpectedly strong.

After giving up the struggle, he turned his body and looked around the stone wall carefully, and then decisively took out the blank small picture frame and called for the arrival of the Ravenclaw tutor.

The Ravenclaw tutor was a little surprised by Scott's situation, but after listening to his story, he was very interested.

"Have you thought about it, my apprentice?" She said gently, "The so-called gods are just particularly powerful wizards."

Scott nodded.

"I did have such an idea."

In ancient times, wizards were not separated from Muggles.

Wizards with magic are indeed very likely to be regarded as gods by ignorant Muggles.

Their stories have been passed down and become myths.

"Let me take a good look." Ravenclaw said, "In our time, we can't see so many original runes. This is undoubtedly of great research value."

"I just need your help."

Scott raised the picture frame and began to study the runes on the stone wall with the Ravenclaw tutor.

Rimbaud did not disturb them again, but waited obediently by the pool like the other four "summoned beasts".

As time passed, Scott, with the help of the Ravenclaw tutor, had a new understanding of the several circles of runes on the stone wall.

"This is a magic."

"An ancient super magic."

"Is this true?"

"Too... unimaginable."

"Yes, although I can be sure, but..."

"Even I have never seen magic of this level."

Listening to Ravenclaw's words, Scott widened his eyes.

"What kind of wizard can cast such magic?"

He was still a little unbelievable.

At the same time, he couldn't help but doubt the idea that God is also a wizard.

No, you can't say that.

In his cognition, if a wizard can reach such a level, he is a god!

"This is the magic of creating the world."

The Ravenclaw tutor was obviously also very shocked.

"So..." Scott swallowed his saliva, "The so-called nine realms in Norse mythology are not without any basis."

The Ravenclaw in the painting was silent for a while and shook his head.

"No, of course there are exaggerated parts in the mythology."

She murmured.

"But this is undoubtedly a super magic that can open up space."

She had come back to her senses one step earlier than Scott.

"I think that the space opened up can be large or small, and using this magic to create the world is just an unrealized romantic ideal."

"I see."

Scott nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

This feeling is a bit complicated, but if possible, he doesn't want to see the existence of real gods.

That undoubtedly means that there is some existence that is above humans and can easily dominate everything.

This is certainly not a good thing.

"Try it."

Ravenclaw said to Scott in an encouraging tone.

"I think you can only get out if you learn this magic."

"I know."

Scott was stunned for a moment and began to think about this ancient super magic recorded by the rune.

Unlike all the magic he learned, this magic that is said to be able to create the world, but is actually used to open up space, has no spells, no gestures, only the use of the initial rune, and simple and rough magic input.

Scott even felt that it was not suitable for the wand in his hand.

Because modern magic emphasizes careful calculation, the wand's guidance of the wizard's magic power is undoubtedly in this style.

He even suspected that if too much magic power is output at one time, his wand might explode directly.

But the simple and rough use of magic power does not mean that this magic is not difficult.

On the contrary, its difficulty is off the charts.

The same is the use of the initial rune, and the magic circuit for making magic crystals is composed of only a dozen runes, and they are all repeated two runes.

But the magic recorded on the stone wall in front of him is composed of more than a hundred different runes, and its difficulty is almost sky-high.

"I don't think I can get out in time."

Scott sighed.

"Teacher, please help inform Professor Dumbledore that I may miss the third round of the Triwizard Tournament."

The Ravenclaw in the painting nodded and disappeared for a while.

After reappearing, she said to Scott: "I have notified the portraits in the headmaster's office. They have a way to pass the message to Dumbledore."

"You can't stay here too long, Scott."

Rumple, who had been silent just now, spoke.

"If you stay too long, you will starve to death."

"I know." Scott said, "I can only give it a try."

He took off his wet cloak, waved his wand to turn it into an inflatable boat, then climbed on it and used a spell to dry all his clothes.

Taking off the deformed lizard skin bag hanging around his waist, he checked the food he had stored.

"If you eat sparingly, you can last for five days." He said, "That means I must learn this magic within five days."

"Five days is enough."

The Ravenclaw in the painting smiled slightly.

"If it were me, it would only take two days to learn it. I think you should be able to do it too."

Scott wanted to say that he couldn't do it.

He never thought of competing with the Ravenclaw mentor who was famous for his wisdom.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

In this case, you must have confidence!

"Well, I can."

He nodded fiercely.

"In that case, I can still catch up with the third round of the competition on the 24th."

"That's right." Ravenclaw smiled, "Of course, I will help you, my apprentice."

"Then let's get started!"

Scott sat cross-legged on the inflatable boat, took out a notebook, parchment, a quill pen, and ink with his own blood.

"Get these runes first!"

In this way, he spent a dark time in the following days.

Time has lost its meaning.

Scott only ate when he was too hungry, took a nap when he was too sleepy, and spent the rest of his time writing non-stop.

He experienced countless failures, and he didn't know how many bottles of ink he had used.

In order to make the ink effective, he couldn't remember how many times he cut his fingers to bleed.

Fortunately, there was the golden acorn [holy tree fruit] sent by Savannah, one of which could heal the wearer's wounds by itself, which undoubtedly saved him some time.

In the end, Scott was almost running out of parchment.

"It should work this time."

Scott pulled out a piece of parchment from a thin stack and grabbed a quill.

He had a hunch that he would succeed this time.

Concentrating his mind, he decisively wrote and began to write quickly.

Almost in one go, it was finished soon.

"The next step is to input magic power."

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the parchment.

Soon, the runes on the paper lit up one by one, emitting a mysterious light.

Then there was a slight sound, and the light disappeared.

When he raised his hand, he found that there was a neat hole in the middle of the parchment.

"Oh! You succeeded!"

Rampo suddenly stretched his head towards Scott and rubbed against him.

"The magic barrier disappeared!"

"Huh?"

Scott looked up in confusion.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes! Disappeared! Look!"

Rampo retracted his neck and then stretched it out again.

Scott couldn't help laughing at its funny movements.

"I didn't expect it to disappear like this. I haven't really mastered this magic yet."

"You have mastered the theory, or you can say that you have successfully performed it, but the parchment can't carry that magic."

The Ravenclaw in the painting smiled gently.

"Congratulations, my apprentice."

"Thanks to your help."

While Scott was happy, he felt that the heavy fatigue in his body was constantly surging up.

He simply lay down on the inflatable bed, looked at the face of the "Hanged Man" statue above, and grinned and laughed a few times.

Suddenly, he felt the water level under him begin to drop.

He quickly got up, grabbed his wand and the small picture frame, and jumped to the edge of the pool.

The sound of rocks rubbing against each other was heard.

As the water level dropped, the bottom of the pool began to rise slowly, and soon the pool was completely filled.

Not only that, the ground directly below the statue also cracked at the same time, and a stone pillar slowly rose.

On top of the stone pillar, there was a shining metal treasure chest.