The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott suddenly remembered the horrific state of those spiders and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

It's really disgusting.

Scott thought.

Fortunately, it was too late, and I didn't see it very clearly.

but……

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Lockhart and Yaxley's deaths, and immediately lost his appetite.

He hadn't eaten meat or drunk meat broth for several days.

In the end, Scott only managed to eat a few pieces of plain bread at the long table.

After a hasty dinner, Scott sat alone in an empty classroom, placing the Marauder's Map on his desk.

Then, he took out his wand and tapped it on the map.

"I solemnly swear that I have not done anything good."

Ink lines quickly appeared on the parchment, and Scott unfolded the map.

He first looked toward the principal's office.

no one.

He then searched the map twice, but still couldn't find Dumbledore's name.

It seems Dumbledore isn't at the school.

To his surprise, even Snape and Professor Flitwick were not at the school.

Of the four deans, only two were in the high school: Professor McGonagall was in her office, and Professor Sprout was in the greenhouse.

He looked around the music room again, but there was still no one there.

Although I don't know what happened...

Scott stood up.

Perhaps now is the best time!

Having made up his mind, Scott didn't hesitate any longer and turned to leave the empty classroom.

Relying on his senses to avoid other students along the way, Scott passed through the pavilion on the side of the auditorium, and went up the long stone steps to Black Lake Wharf.

"Jacob?"

He watched the boy's back as he sat on the dock.

"Scott?"

Jacob turned around.

"How did you get here?" Scott asked, somewhat surprised.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked. “I just got here.”

Scott shook his head, walked to the dock, looked at the calm, still Black Lake, and slowly exhaled a long breath.

"Do you need me to leave?" Jacob asked again.

Scott looked down at him. "Why do you ask that?"

“You’re here for something, aren’t you?” Jacob said matter-of-factly, “and something you don’t want anyone to see.”

Scott did not deny it.

They're all smart people; there's no point in denying it.

“I’ve also heard the music of that Slytherin lady,” Jacob added.

“It seems you resisted the temptation.” Scott glanced at him again.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” Jacob said, stirring the lake water with his hand. “I don’t have enough chips.”

Scott said, "The fact that she found you means you have enough leverage."

“No, some things are not bargaining chips,” Jacob laughed. “For example, intelligence is something that absolutely cannot be traded.”

“I see.” Scott nodded in understanding.

Jacob stood up.

"I think I'll leave. After all, I don't want to offend you."

He said he wanted to leave, and then turned and left the dock.

Scott watched him climb the stairs step by step until he disappeared from sight.

Then, he took out the Marauder's Map again and looked at it.

Jacob did not deceive him and returned to the castle without stopping.

As Jacob's name faded into the distance, there was truly no one left nearby.

Scott put away the Marauder's Map and turned to walk down the cliff.

After crossing several boulders, Scott took out his flying broom and rode it back to the platform on the boulder.

After putting away the broom, he took out the Marauder's Map again to check it before walking to the recess in the stone wall and beginning to softly sing the school song.

The stone door quickly appeared on the stone wall.

Scott pushed the door open and went inside, then quickly closed it again.

The magic lamps in the corridor lit up one by one, and Scott quickly walked through the long corridor and came back into the hall.

The hall was empty at this moment, with huge windows casting a false view and dim, blurry light.

Scott deliberately bypassed the center of the hall and slowly walked to the organ's platform.

"Kolski".

He revealed the secret command that Medea had given him.

A clicking sound rang out, and then the huge stone brick in front of the stage suddenly sank and contracted forward, revealing several sections of stone steps.

Scott did not rush down, but instead took out a wooden bat carving engraved with ancient magical runes from the lizard skin bag.

He then used shapeshifting to bring the bat to life and manipulated it to fly down.

He heard the sound of bat wings flapping.

As the bats ventured deeper, he still heard no other sounds.

Scott flicked his wand, turning the stool in front of the stage into a giant gray wolf.

The gray wolf then moved and walked down the stone steps.

"Fluorescent flashing".

Scott lit the tip of his wand and followed the gray wolf down the stone steps.

The stone steps initially went straight down, but then began to curve as Scott went deeper.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the floor tile he had just stepped on closing.

The man and the wolf continued down the spiral stone steps, walking for more than ten minutes before finally reaching the bottom.

Scott walked through a winding corridor, guessing that he was now at the bottom of the Black Lake.

There was only darkness ahead, and the light from the wand could only illuminate a few steps.

He did not rashly increase his magical output.

With the future unknown, he decided to conserve some magic and stamina.

After another ten minutes or so, Scott and the gray wolf finally arrived at a large door carved with a snake pattern.

The bat he had released earlier was hanging upside down on the door.

Scott stepped forward and pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

what happened?

Scott frowned.

"Kolski".

He tried reciting the secret command again, but the door in front of him remained unmoved.

Could Medea be playing a trick on me?

Scott thought this to himself, then shook his head.

probably not.

He stared at the door in front of him, lost in thought.

Chapter 157 Medea in the Painting, Philosopher's Stone

Just as Scott was pondering this, a noise came from the stone door in front of him.

Scott looked over and saw that all the snakes carved on the door had come to life.

They scurried and weaved around the door, intertwining with each other to form a peculiar pattern.

Then, a snake emerged from the center of the pattern, its eyes being two crimson gems, its tongue constantly flicking out of its mouth.

"who are you?"

The snake spoke up and asked him.

Scott Trollope.

Scott answered.

Then, the snake stared at him for a long time with its red, jewel-like eyes.

"You can go in."

The snake suddenly spoke, then slowly shrank back.

Then, the intertwined snakes quickly separated and returned to their original positions.