The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

A clicking sound rang out, and the stone door receded a short distance, slowly sinking into the left wall.

Scott glanced into the darkness behind the door, then told the bats and gray wolves to continue, while he followed behind them.

However, he hadn't gone far when the magic lamps suddenly lit up one by one, illuminating the entire space instantly.

Scott looked around.

This is a huge circular space, and judging from its layout, it should be an old laboratory.

Despite the passage of thousands of years, everything inside this laboratory has been perfectly preserved.

"You've finally arrived."

Medea's voice suddenly rang out.

Scott quickly drew his wand and became alert.

"Ah……"

Medea chuckled softly again.

"here."

Scott looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that it was not the real Medea making the noise, but a portrait placed on the table.

The portrait is very small, only about the size of a notebook.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Medea in the painting says.

"Is this your lab?" Scott asked.

"It was also one of my father's laboratories," Medea in the painting says. "I only started using this place after my father passed away."

Scott composed himself, walked to the table, and looked closely at the portrait of the girl.

This is a portrait of Medea in her youth; she appears to be about the same age as Helena in the House of Requirement.

Although Medea had a flamboyant beauty in her youth, she was not as sharp as she was in adulthood.

“Why did you bring me here?” Scott asked.

“The real me has already told you,” says Medea in the painting. “She has left a gift for you here.”

Is there really a gift?

"What is it?" Scott asked curiously.

"That box."

In the painting, Medea points to the small box on the table.

“You can only take that,” she emphasized. “If you take anything more, the door to leave here won’t open for you.”

"Then, may I take a look at those?"

Scott pointed to the bookshelves next to him, which were filled with books and stacks of parchment.

"Sorry, now is not the time."

Medea in the painting answers.

"Ok."

Scott thought about it and decided to listen.

Otherwise, it would be terrible to be locked up here.

He reached out and opened the small wooden box, peering inside.

"This is?"

He first took out a silver snake-shaped necklace, about the thickness of a little finger.

“That’s a rare alchemical item, a specially made door key that allows you to move around without being monitored,” Medea in the painting replied after glancing at it.

"Did Medea leave Hogwarts using such alchemical items?"

Scott held the exquisitely crafted snake necklace in his hands and examined it.

"So how do I use it? Where will this door key take me?"

He was curious.

Medea in the painting did not answer the first question, but instead said directly: "Now, you can't go anywhere, because it has not been used or activated."

“Please tell me how to activate it, Medea,” Scott asked with a smile.

"You need to put the necklace in mercury, bury it in the soil, and after three days, it will remember that location forever."

Medea in the painting says proudly.

"After that, you can use it to return to that location no matter where you are, and no one can track your location."

Scott then asked, "If it's a place hidden by the Fidelity Curse, can we also go back through it?"

Medea in the painting nodded, “Of course, if you recorded that place before it was hidden.”

"Thank you."

Scott smiled broadly.

I really like this gift.

He played with the necklace with great affection, then wrapped it around his left wrist like a bracelet.

“I remember there’s one more thing.”

Scott reached out and took a red gem from the small wooden box.

"Philosopher's Stone?"

He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Medea in the painting looked at him with disdain. "Why would I give you a magic stone? I want that kind of treasure myself!"

"Ok."

Scott's pounding heart calmed down, and he picked up the ruby ​​to examine it closely.

"So what is this?"

"The Philosopher's Stone."

Medea in the painting answers.

"Really?"

Scott's eyes lit up again.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

In the painting, Medea is depicted with her hands on her hips, laughing wildly.

"Idiot!" she laughed uncontrollably. "How could that be!"

"..."

Scott looked at her helplessly.

“Alright, alright.” Medea in the painting waved her hand. “This is indeed a Philosopher’s Stone, but it’s not a real Philosopher’s Stone.”

"Please, Miss Slytherin, tell me the answer."

Scott's helpless request.

Medea in the painting stopped teasing him and explained seriously, "This is a replica of the Philosopher's Stone. You can think of it as a one-time use Philosopher's Stone."

"Disposable? Does that mean it can only be used once?"

Scott looked down at the blood-colored gem in his hand.

“That’s right, although it can only be used once…” Medea in the painting said, “but if you can use it correctly, it can be of great help to you.”

"I feel so too."

Scott's mind raced, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems you already have an idea?" Medea in the painting asks.

“That’s right.” Scott laughed, gripping the gem in his hand tightly. “I think I’ll use it to cast a perfect transformation.”

This one-time use magic stone can replace the cost of one polymorph spell for him.

His earliest conception of Raven Rimbaud should be ready to be realized!

Upon hearing his plan, Medea in the painting raised her eyebrows high.

"This is the most wasteful use of it; you're practically just trying to use it as a source of magic."

she says.

"You should know that this magic stone can create a form of immortality."

Her words were seductive.

"An elixir of immortality?"

Scott shook his head firmly.

"I'm still young, I don't need to think about that."

He smiled.

"I guess... maintaining immortality with an elixir of life must be very painful, and how long can one dose of an elixir of life last?"

Chapter 158 Scott Riding a Wolf at Full Speed

It's not that Scott didn't desire immortality.

But what he longed for was perfect immortality.

If merely maintaining immortality meant relying on so-called elixirs of eternal life to prolong life and suffer through a painful existence, he felt it was better to die.

"I heard..."