The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Don't forget, your followers are still here!"

Voldemort deliberately said loudly.

Obviously, he didn't believe that Medea had failed and disappeared.

Of course, Scott, who was watching the "live broadcast" in the oak cabin from a long distance, didn't believe it either.

But Voldemort's threat didn't make Medea show up.

After waiting for a long time, he slowly turned around, his scarlet eyes staring at the group of witches who were almost huddled together, with fear on their faces.

"Hehe."

Although he was obviously angry, Voldemort didn't act immediately.

He just chuckled twice, shook the wand in his hand, and moved his skeleton-like body step by step.

"What a pity, it seems that Medea has given up on you."

The wide black robe was lifted, and Voldemort spoke with sarcasm in his tone.

"Is this her awakening? Those beautiful words like "for the common bright future of wizards" may just be words on the lips, and they sound good?"

As he said, he narrowed his eyes again.

"Anyway, in that case, I won't be polite."

With a natural smile on his face, he slowly raised his right hand and gently pinched the wand with only three fingers.

The faces of all the members of the witch association who were pointed at by his wand were full of deep fear, and they all stepped back involuntarily.

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort walked in slowly with a wild laugh, and the wand between his fingers was still shaking gently, but it was always hidden.

But this undoubtedly put more pressure on those wizards, causing cold sweat on their faces.

Obviously, those Death Eaters were far away and dared not participate without Voldemort's order. The scene was one person confronting a group of people, but this group of people would only step back step by step, and did not dare to resist at all.

I don't know whether it was because Voldemort's momentum was too strong or because his terror had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Watching this scene, Scott suddenly understood the preciousness of Harry, the protagonist of the "original book". At least, the child in the "original book" always retained fearless courage when facing Voldemort.

That can't be explained by recklessness.

Even Scott, who was just looking at the remote images at this moment, could feel Voldemort's desperate oppression.

Voldemort walked forward slowly, not in a hurry to take action. Even though he was angered by Medea, he seemed to want to play with his prey at this moment.

Scott was also very curious whether Medea was still on the island at this moment, so he chose to cut out the surveillance images of all angles he had arranged and observe them one by one.

After looking around, although he did not see Medea's figure, he made a new discovery.

At this moment, another ship came on the sea in the distance.

Rimbaud looked at the wooden boat slowly approaching Azkaban in the picture and reminded Scott, "That seems to be the ship of the Ministry of Magic."

"Yeah."

A new party is about to enter.

Scott moved his fingers, cut out the picture of Voldemort, and then clicked a few times on the mirror to play the two pictures at the same time.

At this moment, Voldemort stood still again, with black mist surging around him, and he was finally going to take action.

The attitudes of all the members of the witch association who were on the verge of despair also changed a little.

Perhaps it was a rebound after the extreme fear, most people mustered up the courage to raise their wands and pointed them at Voldemort.

"Oh?" Voldemort laughed again, "Are you going to resist? Very good, this will be more interesting."

"Do it!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

In an instant, the group of wizards waved their wands, and countless powerful spells attacked Voldemort from all angles like exploding fireworks.

Facing this gorgeous and dangerous attack, Voldemort still had a contemptuous smile on his face.

The light of those spells reflected on his face, dyeing his pale and terrifying face with different colors.

At the moment the spell hit him, Voldemort used the same trick again, turning into an invisible black mist again, and rushed into the sky from the narrow interval of the spell.

"Don't stop attacking!" Someone was still directing the entire witch meeting.

The huge fireworks composed of spells bloomed again.

But it seemed to be useless. The invisible black mist

easily broke through the blockade of these cross-fire "barrages".

He suddenly appeared above everyone's head, killed a wizard easily with a killing curse, and then turned into black mist again and left calmly.

Next, Voldemort began his performance, appearing and disappearing, taking a life from time to time.

Not long after, all the members of the witch association completely collapsed and could no longer organize an effective resistance.

So Voldemort's killing performance suddenly became smoother.

Scott looked at this scene in surprise.

He didn't expect that Voldemort had already started such a killing spree, and Medea still didn't show up.

Could it be...

No, Scott still didn't believe that she left like this.

Maybe...

Scott recalled Medea's performance when she was defeated.

At that time, she wanted to use the souls of magical creatures to resist the killing curse again, but her necklace suddenly failed. It was probably caused by insufficient magic power.

But what kind of situation would make a wizard like Medea underestimate the remaining magic power?

Medea did not appear now, perhaps because she had suffered some serious blow in the previous failure and was unable to exert strength to match Voldemort.

Of course, this is just Scott's guess.

"ah!"

"help me!"

"Ms. Slytherin!"

Screams could be heard from time to time, and all the members of the witch guild were falling down one by one.

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort smiled happily.

"Hahahahaha..."

The Death Eaters standing far away also laughed, seemingly cheering for their master.

At this moment, Mr. Graves, who had been focusing on Scott, took out a small object from his pocket and threw it directly.

The object as big as a palm suddenly grew larger and fell on the ground.

"fireplace?"

Scott looked at the sudden appearance of the fireplace.

Bang!

The green flame ignited, and a graceful figure walked out of the fireplace.

Medea appears again.

"come yet?"

A cloud of black mist fell from the sky, and Voldemort stood still immediately after landing.

"But you seem to have arrived a little late, Medea." He said with a smile, "In just a moment, I have killed many of your subordinates."

"Feel sorry."

Medea appeared this time without a veil, and her clothes were completely different from the one before.

"I'm too trusting."

Her face was serious.

"But next, I will not let Tom be rampant anymore, and I promise that those sacrificed companions will not really leave us."

As she spoke, several identical figures walked out of the fireplace behind her again.

Rimbaud was extremely surprised and said: "One, two, three, four, five... a total of five Medea appeared!"

Scott stared at this scene with wide eyes.

"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort also opened his eyes and asked curiously, "It's all true. This is so interesting. As expected of my ancestors, I have seen magic that I have never seen before!"

"It's no big deal," said a Medea.

Another Medea answered, "It's just a trick to manipulate a magic doll."

"Although it's a bit hard to control."

"For example, I didn't estimate the remaining magic power of that doll just now..."

Except for Medea who appeared first, the other four Medea drew out their wands in unison and walked towards Voldemort together.

"Come on, I'm very happy to have such a harvest today." Voldemort said happily.

He did not block the Medea's approach, but looked eager to try.

The fight resumes.

Four Medea besieged Voldemort.

But unexpectedly, Medea did not rely on numbers to gain advantage.

The situation was still a stalemate, leaving Voldemort with no other distractions.

"I understand!" Voldemort laughed while fighting, "At the same time, you can only guarantee that one of the magic dolls has the same combat power as you!"

The four Medea participating in the battle did not answer, but cooperated with each other to participate in the siege with unprecedented intensity and speed.

At this time, Scott also saw the clues.

Just like Voldemort said, there is only one Medea with the strongest combat power at the same time.

But this strongest state can be switched between several magic dolls at will. Coupled with the cooperation of other dolls that can maintain a certain level, Medea has become much more flexible in fighting, and can even fight without the help of magic items. The power can fight against Voldemort.

"Maybe I underestimated her..." Scott said in a complicated tone, "Although her physical strength is not as good as Voldemort's, her methods are endless."

He was even more greedy for the information hidden in the secret room belonging to Medea under Hogwarts.

At this time, the ship suspected to be from the Ministry of Magic finally docked.

Scott's eyes moved and he watched a group of people getting off the boat.

The leader was Dumbledore, and walking beside him were Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and Ms. Burns, the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement.

Then came the senior Aurors Moody and Shacklebolt, and alongside them were Sirius and Mr. Weasley.

After that came a large group of Aurors.

After watching the group of people disembarking, Scott looked to the other side and thought about how the new arrivals would change the entire incident.

Medea, who was still standing in front of the fireplace and not participating in the battle, started to move at this moment.

She opened her arms, palms down, fingers spread.

As she made a grabbing motion, the huge fireplace behind her quickly shrank and flew into the palm of her left hand. Then, a shining silver necklace flew from the gap in the distant reef and fell into the palm of her right hand.

She ignored the battle ahead and turned directly towards her men.

Scott also stopped watching the fight and started paying attention to her side.

"Feel sorry."

Medea's face was sad, and she lowered her eyes to look at the row of corpses that had just been placed on the ground by her subordinates.

She held the necklace in her hand tightly and waved slowly.

White, transparent and illusory figures flew out from the necklace.

It was the wizards who died just now.

"I hid this necklace before I was defeated, and now it has collected the souls of those who died in tonight's battle."

She threw the mini fireplace in her left hand to Mr. Graves, put the necklace in her right hand into her left hand, and held the wand in her right hand.

"Now, we can see these fellows getting back on their feet."

She said solemnly, waving her wand.

The mud on the ground rolled over, covering the entire row of corpses, and then wrapped them all up.

Soon, all the corpses turned into clay figurines.

On the other side, Voldemort suddenly retreated and got out of the battle.

"I'm curious, what are you doing?"

He watched Medea's movements from a distance.

"You want to resurrect the dead?" For the first time, a moving expression appeared on his face, "This is impossible!"

The four Medeas who participated in the battle did not chase, and seemed not to care about his watching, but just stood in a row in front of him.

"Resurrection?" One of the Medeas replied, "No, I'm not that powerful, this is not a resurrection."

Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he watched the movements of the Medea seriously.

Medea waved her wand again at this time.

Fire.

A raging fire burned, including all the clay figurines.

The fire became brighter and brighter, making the entire area as bright as day.

"Oh!"

"Incredible!"

All the wizards in the witch council shouted in surprise.

"Look, they really stood up!"

In the flames, the figures that were lying on the ground stood up one by one.

Their movements were very stiff, like puppets with inflexible joints.

A gust of wind blew, the flames gradually extinguished, and the figures finally revealed their true faces.

"You..."

"Rol!"

"Hey!"

All the wizards in the witch association couldn't help but greet their dead companions.

But no one answered. Although all the figures that came out of the fire looked almost exactly the same as the dead wizards, there were still differences after all.

The skin of these wizards who seemed to have been reborn was shining with the warm luster of ceramics, and their movements were still stiff, looking like zombies.

Medea waved her wand and put robes on these ceramic figurines.

Then she raised the necklace in her hand and muttered something.

Soon, one after another translucent souls flew out of the necklace and plunged into those ceramic figurines.

When the ceramic figurines were infused with souls, their eyes became lively, their stiff movements became natural, and their smooth surfaces became real skin textures.

"I... am I not dead?"

"We are alive again?"

"What is going on?"

Others quickly gathered around and explained everything to them.

Applause broke out.

"Wonderful operation, really amazing!" Voldemort said while clapping, "It seems to be just a few simple operations, but it contains advanced knowledge of alchemy, spells, black magic, potions, transfiguration, and profound soul research."

"I agree with you, Tom."

Dumbledore came over from the outskirts of the island with several officials from the Ministry of Magic and a large group of Aurors.

"An eye-opening magical attainment, Ms. Slytherin."

The headmaster also applauded in a serious manner.

"Dumbledore..."

The moment he saw Dumbledore, Voldemort's face immediately became gloomy.

Medea nodded calmly, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Headmaster."