The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He glanced at Dumbledore, who was listening intently, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Scott was acutely aware of the vast gap between himself and wizards like Dumbledore.

Although he knew the gap was large, this was the first time he had such a clear understanding of it.

The difference in knowledge alone is already enormous!

Medea continued to speak.

After signing the oath, her mindset seemed to have changed again.

Although the oath gave her hope of achieving her goals after death, its harsh conditions prevented her from dying just like that.

After graduating from Hogwarts, she seemed to have come to a realization and compromised.

She obediently got married and lived the peaceful life that Slytherin had hoped she would have.

Throughout her long and mundane life, she seemed to have perfectly integrated into the life of the Gaunt family, becoming an ordinary wife and an ordinary mother.

The vow she made at Hogwarts was like a distant dream, merely a testament to her own desperate struggle in her youth.

She seemed to have let go of those feelings from back then.

Even in her old age, she would unconsciously begin to frequently think of her youth and the dream she had left at Hogwarts.

She finally came to terms with herself.

She didn't love her husband, nor did she particularly like her children.

She never let go of the obsession she had in her youth.

She had even forgotten her father's face, yet she still longed for the recognition she had never received before.

After figuring these things out, she found it increasingly difficult to tolerate a mediocre life.

Thinking about her life experiences, she felt so desperate that she almost suffocated.

Even her elderly husband and grown-up children became increasingly repulsive in her eyes.

She acted quickly.

She created a doll that looked exactly like herself when she was young, killed her increasingly hated husband, and turned the doll into her Horcrux.

"..."

Scott stared wide-eyed at Medea, who kept revealing secrets about herself.

He was stunned by the old lady's amazing skills!

This old lady, you're definitely not a kind person!

Could it be that Voldemort's ability to create Horcruxes was hereditary, given that his descendants are separated by countless generations?

And what did your poor husband do wrong?

It's terrible!

Dumbledore was also unsettled upon hearing about Horcruxes.

“Hordeal,” he said gravely. “That’s an evil spell. I never expected you to do it.”

Medea said dismissively, "You should have some guesses, Headmaster."

“Indeed,” Dumbledore nodded, “but I’m not sure.”

Medea laughed. "Don't worry, Headmaster, this is my only Horcrux."

Dumbledore remained silent, neither expressing belief nor disbelief.

Medea then continued telling her story.

After creating the Horcrux, she faked her death and returned to Hogwarts without anyone noticing.

She sneaked into the music room, left some decorations, and then ended her life.

To be precise, she sacrificed everything she had through a magical ritual.

To be honest, Scott didn't quite understand what he was saying.

It is likely that Medea sacrificed her own body to bind her Horcrux to the oath.

She took a huge gamble, betting everything, leaving behind only the doll that had been turned into a Horcrux.

She can awaken if the conditions of the oath are met—the sacrifice of a bloodline descendant's soul at Hogwarts.

This awakening is illogical; as long as the conditions are met, the oath can awaken her.

Given the harsh conditions of the oath, her chances of waking up are actually pitifully small.

Chapter 143 Did Dumbledore Go Too Far?

"But I won my bet."

Medea said happily.

"I won the game the moment the setup specifically designed to target Peeves was activated."

Scott was also puzzled. Peeves hadn't come here to fall into the trap in the past thousand years, but he came just when Voldemort's Horcruxes appeared.

Moreover, this scene is not in the "original book," most likely because without Peeves' power, even if Harry destroyed the Horcrux, that power would not be enough to awaken Medea.

After all, the soul in a Horcrux is only one-seventh of its original essence.

So, could the incident with Mischievous Ghost be a butterfly effect triggered by my existence?

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

Medea.

Scott, who felt he had plenty of gossip to watch, looked around at the students who were being controlled.

"There's no point in dwelling on these past stories. All I want to say is that I've completed my challenge, and you must now release yourself from the oath!"

“No need to rush,” Medea said with a smile. “Of course I will break the oath.”

"Do not."

Scott raised his right hand, and a red light representing the contract shone from his palm.

"I demand that you lift the ban now."

Medea suddenly turned cold and stared straight at him.

After a long while, she suddenly smiled again.

"Okay," she readily agreed. "I'll cancel it now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly enveloped in a bright light.

Scott raised her hand to shield her eyes and saw that the white, almost tangible magic completely enveloped her body.

"This……"

Scott looked at Dumbledore with suspicion.

Seeing that Dumbledore still did not take any action, he also quieted down.

However, the sudden, continuous thuds of people falling to the ground around him startled him.

"Milton! William!"

Scott turned to look at his classmates lying on the ground, his eyes widening in disbelief, and his breathing became rapid.

In his perception, the magical fluctuations emanating from these students had completely vanished in that instant.

He quickly crouched down and reached out a finger to check Milton's breath.

Fortunately, Scott could feel his steady breathing through his fingers, which greatly relieved him.

He checked on the others and found that they were in the same situation as Milton, except that they had lost consciousness.

He stood up, only to discover a new situation.

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

This appears to be a sign that the compound decoction has failed.

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

It's Lockhart!

What's this good-for-nothing doing here?

Scott thought about it and understood, because Lockhart, that good-for-nothing, would absolutely not be able to resist the temptation of making a deal with Medea.

"professor!"

He turned to look at Dumbledore, only to find him looking at Yaxley and Carol, who were also clearly unconscious.

Dumbledore brought the two people, who had been floating in the air, down to the ground.

At this moment, the magical cocoon enveloping Medea shone brightly once more, and countless fine threads suddenly shot out from it.

The filamentous magic, like spider silk, connected to the ceiling and walls of the hall, slowly suspending the cocoon of light.

Are you a spider demon?

Scott really wanted to give Medea a piece of his mind.

“Professor,” he said to Dumbledore, “their magical fluctuations have disappeared.”

He was terrified that all of these people would be turned into Muggles by Medea.

Dumbledore reassured them, "Don't worry, they've just run out of magic."

Upon hearing this, Scott sensed the surroundings again more carefully.

Sure enough, at this moment, extremely subtle magical fluctuations appeared on the students' bodies.

This is the manifestation of their magic in natural healing.

It seems that the oath stipulating that Medea must not harm the students is true, and she must abide by it.

That put Scott at ease.

He just suddenly felt a little annoyed...