The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

What, isn't he a student?

Medea almost killed him! If it weren't for his quick thinking...

Of course, he also understood that Medea was exploiting a loophole by using someone else to do her dirty work.

He looked up at the suspended magical cocoon again and asked Dumbledore, "Professor, what's going on here?"

Dumbledore shook his head and did not answer.

Scott could only watch helplessly.

Fortunately, because Dumbledore was there, he managed to remain relatively calm.

Just then, several more thin threads emerged from the cocoon of light and shot rapidly toward the entrance where Scott and his group were.

Scott quickly raised his wand.

"Armor protects you!"

Dumbledore, however, waved his Elder Wand first.

Scott could sense that his magic had formed a huge, invisible hemispherical barrier, protecting everyone inside.

Is this some kind of Ironclad Curse?

Scott was speechless.

At this moment, the magical threads shooting out from the cocoon of light collided with Dumbledore's exaggerated Ironclad Charm, and were both deflected.

The fine threads did not give up, relentlessly piercing the magic barrier, producing a dense, crisp collision sound.

Dumbledore simply held up his wand to maintain the Ironclad Charm, without retaliating.

Scott felt as if he had been waiting for something.

wrong……

Sensing the sudden change, Scott and Dumbledore turned around abruptly at the same time.

It's Yaxley and Lockhart!

Their bodies vanished instantly.

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

Several spiderweb-like magical threads were attached to their chests.

Scott stared wide-eyed as he watched the two wizards' bodies melt away like candles in an instant.

At that speed, even Dumbledore couldn't arrive in time to provide assistance.

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

Although Yaxley's death gave him a strange sense of satisfaction, it was just too damn disgusting!

Scott couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore.

At this moment, the usually kind and amiable old principal looked quite frightening.

They've gone too far!

Scott muttered to himself.

“They…” Scott said in a muffled voice, “are not students…”

Medea couldn't harm her students, so she went to great lengths to bring two male wizards who weren't students here to become her nourishment.

At this moment, the thin threads connecting the two pools of unidentified matter began to turn blood red section by section, just like drinking tomato juice with a straw.

vomit!

The sudden association finally made Scott gag several times.

Strangely enough, Dumbledore has still not made a move.

Scott couldn't understand it.

Does Dumbledore really have to wait until Medea completes this evil ritual before he takes action?

He recalled the deaths of Yaxley and Lockhart, and a chill ran down his spine.

Forget about Yaxley.

Lockhart is really pitiful, more so than any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor ever!

Even though this professorship is cursed by Voldemort, this is still just too tragic...

Could it be that the curse was doubled because they encountered Voldemort's ancestor?

Chapter 144 Medea's Rebirth

As Scott mourned Lockhart, crimson had spread from the magical threads to the cocoon of light.

The originally pure white cocoon of light gradually revealed blood-red patterns.

When the remains of the two male sorcerers who died tragically on the ground completely disappeared, the cocoon of light was completely dyed red.

Then, the cocoon, emitting a faint red glow, began to beat slowly like a heart.

Boom, boom, boom...

A dull sound, like a heartbeat, began, growing louder and more frequent as time passed.

Scott couldn't help but glance at Dumbledore again.

At this moment, Dumbledore's expression was solemn, and the muscles in his hand holding the Elder Wand were clearly visible.

He waved his hand to remove the exaggerated armor spell, then waved his wand to gather all the unconscious students together. A rope popped out of his wand and bound them all together.

"Scott."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

“I’ll have Fox take you back up there. You’re in charge of getting them to the school hospital.”

"This……"

Scott was a little reluctant; he felt like he was being forced to leave a great movie just as he was getting to the exciting part.

However, staying seems somewhat dangerous...

Scott was caught in a dilemma.

"Ok?"

Dumbledore turned to look at him.

Scott suddenly made up his mind, "Professor, I want to stay here."

Dumbledore stared at him for a few seconds.

Scott stared back at him while simultaneously performing Occlumency.

But Dumbledore quickly looked away, and Scott didn't realize that his brain had been invaded.

“Go, Fox,” Dumbledore commanded.

It seemed he had agreed to let him stay, and Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The phoenix that had been perched on Dumbledore's hat let out a melodious cry and flew to hover above the large group of students tied together.

A blinding, flame-like light flashed, and it vanished without a trace, taking everyone with it.

Scott continued to look at the cocoon that was dangling and bouncing in mid-air.

Soon, the pulsation of the cocoon became weak again, until it stopped.

Scott watched as the red light emanating from the blood-red cocoon gradually faded, turning back to white, and then to a dull gray.

The cocoon, which had turned gray, gradually became transparent again, allowing Scott and his team to see the blurry figure inside.

Medea's figure in the cocoon moved slightly, and a sound like shattering glass rang out in succession.

The cocoon that enveloped her suddenly burst open, turning into tiny fragments that scattered on the ground.

Medea, who reappeared before Scott, slowly descended from mid-air, as if an invisible wind was lifting her up.

At this moment, Medea's long hair flew in the air, and her dress fluttered in the wind.

Most importantly, her originally porcelain-like, snow-white, hard skin became realistically rosy.

In Scott's perception, some of the inhuman strangeness emanating from her had disappeared.

Although it's only a part, she already looks like a real person.

This feeling is like a warm, real human skin covering the surface of a cold doll.

Scott couldn't help but grip his wand, preparing for battle.

This time, Medea's feet touched the ground and her eyes opened.

The moment she opened her eyes, a blue light flashed across her dark eyes.

Hello.

She slightly curved her red lips and gave an elegant bow.

"I am Medea Slytherin, and I have been reborn."

Dumbledore remained silent, and Scott followed suit.

But Medea didn't seem to care, her hands tracing arcs in the air.

"In accordance with the covenant with you, Scott Trolop, I, Medea Slytherin, hereby dissolve the thousand-year oath I made with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blue light flashed from her head to her feet.

In that instant, Scott seemed to hear the sound of countless threads snapping simultaneously.

At the same time, he could sense Medea's aura gradually increasing until it became only slightly weaker than Dumbledore's beside her.

"finally……"

Medea looked as if she had been freed from some kind of shackles, and her whole body relaxed.

"I did it," she murmured to herself. "I really did it."