The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

It’s not that Scott doesn’t want to be immortal.

But he wants perfect immortality.

If he just wants to stay immortal, he needs to rely on the so-called elixir to survive and live in pain. In his opinion, it’s better to die.

“I heard…”

Scott said while playing with the disposable magic stone in his hand.

“… If Medea wants to be truly resurrected, she needs a lot of magic power.”

He looked at the Medea in the painting.

“Why did you give me this treasure?”

His eyes were full of curiosity.

“Could she mass-produce this disposable magic stone?”

“You wish!”

Medea in the painting glanced at him.

“The magic stone was left by my father, and this is the last one!”

“The last one was given to me?” Scott was a little unbelievable, “Why?”

“I want to know too.”

Medea in the painting suddenly smiled.

“When you see the real me, ask her yourself.”

“Okay.”

Scott put the magic stone into the leather bag.

“Thank you.”

He thanked sincerely.

Although...

Just like what Jacob said, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Medea gave him two rare treasures. It is impossible to say that she did not ask for anything.

Scott has already thought that his future self will definitely pay some price for this.

But now he thinks that this deal can be done.

Let's talk about the future in the future.

There is no way, these two treasures are too much in line with his heart, and it is absolutely impossible to ask him to return them.

"You can go."

At this time, Medea in the painting began to urge.

"Okay."

Scott did not want to stay any longer.

If he stayed here for a long time, he might face some troubles.

He turned around and walked out of the door with Bat and Gray Wolf.

When the stone door slowly closed, he couldn't help but look back at the full bookshelves.

At this moment, his eyes were full of desire.

Until the stone door was completely closed, Scott took a deep breath and walked back along the way he came.

More than 20 minutes later, he stood at the top of the stone steps.

When he was about to recite the secret order and open the stone brick above his head, he suddenly heard a voice above his head.

Scott immediately held his breath and retreated lightly.

Fortunately, he tried to sense it just now and found that the stone slab above his head had the function of isolating perception, which made him feel relieved.

When he retreated far enough, he gently waved his wand and let the monitoring bat fly up, just sticking to the gap of the stone brick.

Then, the unclear voice began to sound in his ears intermittently.

"Here... stool... I don't know who..."

It was Dumbledore's voice.

Scott took a breath and looked at the gray wolf lying at his feet.

Hehe... the stool is here!

"Someone must have... happened today..."

Then, he heard Snape's voice.

"I suggest... students... dormitories... count..."

Oops, they want to count the number of people!

Scott's heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

He thought about it, and then sat on the wolf's back, grabbed the hair on its neck with both hands, and crawled on its back.

The next second, the wolf began to run and jump downwards at the fastest speed.

Along the way, Scott was almost thrown away several times, but fortunately he held on.

This time, the journey that was originally more than 20 minutes was shortened a lot.

About five minutes later, he returned to the door.

"Quick! Let me in!"

He said to the snake sculpture on the door.

No response.

Those sculptures were like dead objects.

Scott raised his hand and began to knock on the door.

"Medea! Medea!"

He shouted loudly.

"Open the door quickly, or someone will find this place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the snake on the stone door finally moved.

When the stone door slowly opened to a width of one person, Scott immediately rushed in.

"Medea!"

He ran to the table.

"Now the principal and professor are blocking the entrance, I can't go out that way!"

"You can wait until they leave before going out!" Medea in the painting said impatiently.

"No!" Scott shook his head, "They are preparing to count the number of students!"

Medea in the painting stared at him, "Why?"

"Because..." Scott told the truth, "I turned the stool in front of the orchestra into a wolf."

He pointed at the gray wolf.

"You..."

Medea glared at him fiercely.

"Over there!"

She pointed behind the bookshelf.

At the same time, the bookshelf began to move horizontally, revealing a black wooden door.

Scott hurried over.

At the same time, a strange hissing sound came from behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was Medea in the painting who was speaking.

It was Parseltongue!

The door opened.

Scott rushed out quickly, and the gray wolf followed him closely.

"The door on the other side of the passage will be temporarily open for you."

Medea's voice came.

He turned his head and waved his hand, and decided to ride the wolf to buy time.

Scott rode the gray wolf and ran wildly in the underground passage.

Fortunately, there was no fork in the road ahead of this passage, so he could move forward without hesitation.

After five minutes, a door finally appeared in front.

Scott quickly asked the gray wolf to slow down and stop in front of the door.

He jumped off the gray wolf's back, moved closer to the door, listened to the movement outside, and then released his magic sense.

Then, he took out the Marauder's Map and lit his wand.

"here it is……"

He quickly found his niche.

Outside the door is the abandoned dungeon on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle.

After confirming again that no one was nearby, Scott extinguished his wand and turned the gray wolf back into a stool.

"Fade without a trace!"

Then, he used the disappearing spell to make the stool disappear completely.

"Clean up!"

After waving his wand again to eliminate the marks on his clothes, Scott opened the door and walked out.

When he turned around, there was only a bare stone wall behind him.

Scott didn't care so much for the time being. He quickly walked out of the dungeon and turned to the door of the classical music club.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the music coming from inside.

Opening the door casually, Scott walked in.

"Excuse me."

he asked a girl who was flipping through sheet music not far from the door.

"Milton here?"

"Sorry, he's not here." The girl glanced at him and lowered her head and replied, "Milton practiced all day during the day and didn't come at night."

"Thanks."

Scott smiled friendly at her, turned around and walked out the door regardless of whether she saw it or not.

After closing the door, he straightened his clothes again, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the ground.

When he passed the Potions classroom, Snape was walking over from the stairs.

"Mr. Trollope."

When Snape saw him, he immediately slithered over like a poisonous snake and spoke in his usual accent.

"Why are you here?" he asked maliciously, "Today is Sunday, I think you don't need to come here for Potions class."

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Scott turned his head and answered politely.

"I went to the classical music club to find Milton, but unfortunately he wasn't there."

"snort."

Snape's eyes swept over him several times.

"I'll find out."