The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott said, fiddling with the disposable magic stone in his hand.

"...For Medea to truly be resurrected, she needs a large amount of magical energy."

He looked at Medea in the painting.

"Why did you give me this treasure?"

His eyes were full of curiosity.

"Could she mass-produce these disposable magic stones?"

"Think beautifully!"

Medea in the painting glanced at him sideways.

"The Philosopher's Stone was left to me by my father, and this is the last one!"

"You gave me the last piece?" Scott asked incredulously. "Why?"

"I'd love to know too."

Medea in the painting suddenly smiled.

"When you see the real me, go ask her yourself."

"Ok."

Scott put the Philosopher's Stone into his leather bag.

"Thank you."

He expressed his sincere gratitude.

Although……

As Jacob the kid said, there's never a free lunch.

Medea gave him two rare treasures; it would be impossible to say she had no ulterior motives.

Scott had already anticipated that he would definitely pay some price for this in the future.

But now he feels the deal is worthwhile.

Let's talk about the future when it comes.

There was no way to get rid of these two treasures; they were just too much to his liking. It was absolutely impossible to get them back.

"you can go now."

At this point, Medea in the painting begins to urge them on.

"Ok."

Scott didn't want to stay any longer either.

If you stay here for too long, you might encounter some trouble.

He turned and walked out the door with the bat and the gray wolf.

As the stone door slowly closed, he couldn't help but turn back and glance at the several full bookshelves.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with longing.

Once the stone gate was completely closed, Scott took a deep breath and started walking back the way he came.

Twenty minutes later, he stood at the top of the stone steps.

Just as he was about to recite the secret command and open the stone brick above his head, he suddenly heard a voice above him.

Scott immediately held his breath and tiptoed back.

Fortunately, he had just tried to sense it and found that the stone slab above his head had the function of blocking his senses, which relieved him.

Once he had retreated far enough, he gently waved his wand, sending the listening bats flying up to the crack in the stone brick.

Then, the unclear voice began to ring in his ears intermittently.

"This...stool...I wonder who it belongs to..."

It was Dumbledore's voice.

Scott gasped and looked at the gray wolf lying at his feet.

Hehe... The stool is right here!

"Someone must have...something happened today..."

Then he heard Snape's voice.

"I suggest...a headcount of...the students'...dormitories..."

Oh no, they're going to take a headcount!

Scott's heart was racing.

He thought for a moment, then straddled the gray wolf's back, grabbed the fur on its neck with both hands, and lay prone on its back.

The next second, the gray wolf began to run and jump downwards at top speed.

Along the way, Scott was nearly thrown off several times, but he managed to hold on.

This time, the journey, which originally took more than twenty minutes, was shortened considerably.

About five minutes later, he returned to the door.

"Quick! Let me in!"

He said this to the snake sculpture on the door.

No response.

Those sculptures are like inanimate objects.

Scott raised his hand and began to knock on the door.

"Medea! Medea!"

He shouted loudly.

"Open the door quickly, or someone will find out!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the snake on the stone gate finally moved.

As soon as the stone door slowly opened to a width of one person, Scott rushed inside.

Medea!

He ran to the table.

"The principal and professors are blocking the entrance now, I can't go out that way!"

“You can go out after they leave!” Medea in the painting said somewhat impatiently.

"No!" Scott shook his head. "They're about to take a headcount!"

Medea in the painting stares at him. "Why?"

“Because…” Scott told the truth, “I turned the stool in front of the stage into a wolf.”

He pointed to the gray wolf.

"you……"

Medea glared at him fiercely.

"there!"

She pointed behind the bookshelf.

At the same time, the bookshelf began to move horizontally, revealing a black wooden door.

Scott ran over immediately.

At the same time, a strange hissing sound came from behind him.

He glanced back and saw Medea in the painting speaking.

It's a snake-like voice!

The door opened.

Scott rushed out immediately, with the gray wolf close behind him.

"The door on the other side of the passage will be opened for you temporarily."

Medea's voice came through.

He glanced at it, waved his hand, and decided to ride the wolf to buy some time.

Scott rode his gray wolf at breakneck speed through the underground tunnels.

Fortunately, there were no forks in the road ahead, so he could proceed without hesitation.

Five minutes later, a door finally appeared in front of them.

Scott quickly slowed the gray wolf down and brought it to a stop in front of the door.

He jumped off the gray wolf's back, leaned close to the door to listen to the sounds outside, and then released his magical perception.

Then he took out the Marauder's Map and lit up his wand.

"here it is……"

He quickly found his place.

Outside the door was the abandoned dungeon on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Scott extinguished his wand and turned the gray wolf back into a stool.

"Disappeared without a trace!"

Then, he used the Vanishing Charm to make the stool disappear completely.

"Completely cleaned up!"

After waving his wand again to erase the marks on his clothes, Scott pushed open the door and went out.

When he turned around, all he saw behind him was a bare stone wall.