The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"But I won the bet."

Medea said happily.

"I won when the arrangement specifically targeting Peeves was activated."

Scott was also puzzled. In the past thousand years, Peeves did not come here to step into the trap, but he came when Voldemort's Horcrux appeared.

Moreover, there is no such scene in the "original book", probably because there is no power of Peeves. Even if Harry destroyed the Horcrux, the power is not enough to awaken Medea.

After all, there is only one seventh of the soul in the Horcrux.

So could Peeves's matter be a butterfly effect caused by my existence?

Scott thought about it and felt that this was the only way to understand it.

"Medea."

Scott, who felt that he had eaten all the melons, looked at the students who were controlled around him.

"It's meaningless to tell more about these past stories. I just want to say that I have completed the challenge and you must cancel the oath now!"

"Don't worry." Medea said with a smile, "Of course I will cancel the oath."

"No."

Scott raised his right hand, and a red light representing the contract lit up on his palm.

"I ask you to lift it now."

Medea's face suddenly turned cold and she looked at him straight.

After a long time, she suddenly smiled again.

"Okay." She responded straightforwardly, "I'll lift it now."

After that, she was suddenly surrounded by a strong light.

Scott raised his hand to cover his eyes, and saw that the magic power that emitted white light and almost condensed into substance completely wrapped her body.

"This..."

Scott looked at Dumbledore in doubt.

Seeing that Dumbledore still did not move, he also calmed down.

However, the sudden sound of falling to the ground around him startled him.

"Milton! William!"

Scott turned around and looked at the classmates who fell to the ground. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and his breathing became rapid.

In his perception, the magic fluctuations on these students disappeared completely in the moment just now.

He quickly squatted down and stretched out his fingers to feel Milton's breath.

Fortunately, his fingers could feel the steady breathing, which made Scott greatly relieved.

He checked the other people's conditions again and found that they were in the same situation as Milton, but they had lost consciousness.

He stood up and found something new.

A Hufflepuff student who was originally at the back of the crowd suddenly began to deform.

This seemed to be a sign that the Polyjuice Potion had failed.

His body was stretched and became strong, his brown hair turned golden, and his ordinary face became handsome.

It was Lockhart!

How could this idiot be here?

Scott thought about it and understood it again, because Lockhart, this idiot, could never resist the temptation to trade with Medea.

"Professor!"

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, but found that he was looking at Yaxley and Carrow, who were obviously unconscious.

Dumbledore let the two people who had been floating in the air fall to the ground.

At this time, the magic light cocoon wrapped around Medea shone again, and countless filaments suddenly shot out from it.

Those silky magic powers connected to the ceiling and walls of the hall like spider silk, slowly hanging the light cocoon up.

Are you a spider spirit!

Scott wanted to scold Medea.

"Professor," he said to Dumbledore, "their magic fluctuations disappeared."

He was afraid that these people had been turned into Muggles by Medea.

Dumbledore said soothingly: "Don't worry, they just ran out of magic."

Scott heard this and felt it carefully again.

Sure enough, at this moment, the students had extremely subtle magic fluctuations.

This was a sign that their magic was recovering naturally.

It seemed that the oath stipulated that Medea could not harm students, and she had to abide by it.

In this case, Scott was relieved.

But he suddenly felt a little unhappy...

What's wrong, isn't he a student?

Medea almost killed him! If he hadn't been alert.

Of course, he also understood that Medea was taking advantage of the situation by borrowing a knife to kill someone.

He looked up at the magic light cocoon that was hung up, and asked Dumbledore again, "Professor, what's going on?"

Dumbledore shook his head and didn't answer.

Scott could only worry.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was there, so he was able to keep his composure.

At this moment, several more filaments emerged from the light cocoon and shot rapidly towards the entrance where Scott and the others were.

Scott quickly raised his wand.

"Armor protection!"

Dumbledore on the side waved his old wand first.

Scott could sense that his magic power formed a huge invisible hemispherical barrier, which protected everyone tightly.

Is this the Armor Spell?

Scott was shocked.

At this time, the magic filaments shot out from the light cocoon collided with Dumbledore's exaggerated Armor Spell and were directly bounced off.

Those filaments did not give up, and kept stabbing at the magic barrier, making dense and crisp collision sounds.

And Dumbledore just raised his wand to maintain the Armor Spell, and did not fight back.

Scott felt that he seemed to have been waiting for something.

No...

Scott and Dumbledore, who sensed the sudden change, turned back at the same time.

It was Yaxley and Lockhart!

Their bodies disappeared instantly.

Scott turned his head quickly and found that the two were lying under the light cocoon.

Several spider-like magic threads connected to their chests.

Scott widened his eyes and watched the bodies of the two wizards melt like candles.

At this speed, even Dumbledore couldn't rescue them in time.

He felt nauseous and quickly covered his mouth, resisting the urge to vomit.

Although he was a little happy about Yaxley's death, it was too disgusting!

Scott couldn't help but look at Dumbledore.

At this moment, the old headmaster who was always kind and amiable looked very scary.

It's too much!

Scott muttered in his heart.

"They..." Scott said sullenly, "They are not students..."

Medea couldn't hurt students, so she took great pains to get two wizards who were not students to come here and become her nourishment.

At this moment, the thin threads connected to the two pools of unknown objects began to be stained with blood one by one, just like drinking tomato juice with a straw.

Ugh!

The sudden association finally made Scott vomit several times.

Strangely, Dumbledore still hasn't taken action until now.

Scott couldn't figure it out.

Did Dumbledore have to wait until Medea completed this evil ritual before he could take action?

He thought of the deaths of Yaxley and Lockhart again, and couldn't help but shudder.

Yaxley is fine.

Lockhart is so miserable, more miserable than any previous professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Although this professor's position is cursed by Voldemort, it's too miserable...

Could it be that because he met Voldemort's ancestor, the curse doubled?

I was busy all day today, and I didn't start typing until after 8 o'clock in the evening, so I only wrote two chapters.

Starting tomorrow, I will update at least three times a day, and I will update more if I have time. Thank you.