The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Being tricked like this is very unpleasant, but he will be even more unpleasant if he doesn't find out the truth of the matter.

Only by figuring out what's going on can he find a way to deal with it and have a chance to take the initiative.

The long passage seemed to have no end.

The gray wolf that was walking in front of Scott did not stop until Scott felt physically exhausted, and the flock of crows that had flown away earlier did not return.

“We entered the passage at 10:16 a.m.,” Scott said, pulling out his pocket watch. “And now it’s 11:23 a.m., almost an hour, and we still haven’t found an exit ahead.”

He roughly calculated the speed of the crows' flight and couldn't help but frown.

If the crows still haven't returned by now, then the length of this passage must be truly astonishing.

and……

He looked around.

Where did all these tree roots come from? Could there be a dense forest above the passage?

Scott called the gray wolf that was walking ahead back to his side, cast an armor spell in front of him, and raised his wand to the tree roots hanging down from the top of the passage.

"The house collapsed and the ground subsided!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

Two extremely powerful spells were cast in quick succession, and the passage ahead immediately collapsed in a violent explosion.

When the dust settled ahead, he saw the light streaming down from above.

"Huh?" Scott was somewhat taken aback.

He never expected that he could break through the top of the passage so easily.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have had to come all this way!” Rimbaud blurted out what Scott hadn’t said.

Scott walked to the collapsed area and looked up; there indeed appeared to be a dense forest above.

He waved his wand swiftly, and soon the collapsed rocks and broken tree roots transformed into a staircase leading upwards.

He let the gray wolf go up first.

Scott only began to climb the steps after the gray wolf had safely approached the dense forest.

Once inside the dense forest, Scott looked around and discovered that the trees growing there were actually only one species.

"Can ordinary oak trees grow this densely?" Rimbaud asked in surprise.

Scott's expression darkened slightly. "Ordinary oak trees can't possibly have magical fluctuations."

Once inside the dense forest, he sensed the magic contained within the trees even more clearly.

Although each oak tree contains little magic, the entire dense forest seems boundless, forming a unified whole, and the total amount of magic contained within it is astonishing.

"Which way should we go next?" Rimbaud flew up. "I'll fly up and take a look."

“Wait,” Scott called out, stopping it.

He always felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

With a wave of the wand, the stone blocks and tree roots that formed the steps began to fall apart. With another wave of the wand, the largest stone transformed into a giant eagle.

A giant eagle spread its wings and flew out of the passage below, soaring straight into the sky.

Scott looked up.

Just as the giant eagle was about to burst out of the oak canopy, the oak branches moved.

Suddenly, dense branches burst forth, binding the giant eagle like a large net.

The giant eagle, twisted by the branches, turned back into a stone and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Scott's gray wolf whimpered a few times in fright.

“It seems we can’t break through from the air,” Scott said to Rimbaud.

Rimbaud was somewhat unconvinced. "With my speed, I could easily rush out before these trees can even react."

“There’s no need to take any risks,” Scott said. “We’re not here to leave, but to figure out what’s going on.”

He randomly chose a direction and let the gray wolf walk forward, while he followed behind the gray wolf at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

There seemed to be no danger in traversing the dense forest; the oak trees remained quiet as long as one did not attempt to break through from the air.

Soon, another hour or so passed, but Scott still hadn't made any progress.

His magical perception had spread to the maximum area he could sense, yet he still couldn't detect the edge of this dense forest.

Whether in his sight or in his perception, this eerie oak forest seemed to have no end.

"I can't take it anymore!" Rimbaud began to shout. "Even though I love living in the forest, I can't stand it here!"

“Don’t worry, we can leave anytime,” Scott reassured it.

“Then let’s hurry up and go!” Rimbaud said. “Or let me fly up and see what’s in this forest.”

"Do not."

Scott shook his head, rejecting the suggestion, and continued walking.

"No need to rush, we'll reap the rewards soon," he said calmly.

“Okay, but I can only stay here for another hour at most,” Rimbaud said.

“No problem,” Scott nodded in agreement.

Just then, a fluttering sound rang out.

"Caw!" came the cawing of a flock of crows.

"The crows are coming!" Rimbaud exclaimed happily.

Scott stopped and watched the flock of black crows approaching from the distance through the dense forest.

How did the crows emerge from the underground passage?

Did they find the exit of the passage, or did they find the exit that he blew out?

Chapter 330 Stonehenge in the Oak Forest

A dark flock of crows swept through the dense forest, flying in front of Scott and Rimbaud and landing on the branches of several oak trees.

The oak trees remained still.

The crows began to caw all at once. After listening for a while, Rimbaud said to Scott, "They said they saw us from afar as soon as they flew out of the passage."

Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Let's go to where they left the passage."

Rimbaud nodded and called out to the flock of crows a few times. The crows immediately flew back in the direction they had come from.

Scott left the gray wolf where it was, while he and Rimbaud followed at a distance from the flock of crows.

Before long, he saw the flock of crows stop and land on the tree again.

Scott walked quickly to the location of the crows, but surprisingly did not see any way to access the underground passage.

“Now the crows don’t even know where they came from,” Rimbaud said.

Scott used his magical senses to probe the area and then searched carefully in all directions, but still found nothing.

"Go back." He turned and walked away.

Just then, a wolf howl came from afar in another direction, and Scott's expression changed.

"How did the gray wolf end up over there?" Rimbaud asked in surprise.

“No, it wasn’t the gray wolf that ran off over there; it won’t move without my command,” Scott said. “We just got lost.”

"How is that possible? We clearly didn't go very far just now!" Rimbaud flew up and looked left and right.

Scott turned around again and walked in the direction of the gray wolf howl. "Although I don't know how they did it, the sudden appearance of the crows was meant to make us lose our way."

Rimbaud landed on Scott's shoulder and shouted, "Damn it, who is it? Let's just go back."

“Don’t rush.” Scott still didn’t intend to go back immediately. “Let’s wait and see. Let the crows catch up with us first.”

Back at the location where the gray wolf was, Scott instructed the wolf to continue walking in the same direction.

"Wait!" Rimbaud shouted again, "How do you know this is the right direction? Maybe we got lost before!"

Scott laughed and said, "This direction should be right. If I wasn't sure before, I'm more confident about it now."

"Because of the appearance of the crows?" Rimbaud asked. "Because someone is trying to make us lose our way, so you think the previous direction was not wrong?"

Scott nodded. "Here's what I think: maybe we've stepped into a certain area and are getting closer and closer to the person behind the scenes, which is why he wants to release the crows to give us the wrong guidance."

“You make it sound so real,” Rimbaud muttered.

Scott remained unmoved and continued, "Let's keep going. Just to be on the safe side, let the crows fly in a line about a meter apart, so we can create a long straight line."

“This is difficult; there are many obstacles ahead,” Rimbaud warned.

The oak trees in the dense forest are too close together for the crows to fly in a single file. They will inevitably turn away, and once they do, they risk getting lost.

Scott said, "When the lead crow goes around the obstacle, the rest of the flock stops and waits for the lead crow to go around the obstacle and confirm the direction with each other before continuing."

"It's so troublesome, but it's the only way."

Rimbaud cawed a few times at the flock of crows, and they immediately flew forward in a straight line as Scott had instructed.

The fact that the crows had to check their direction every time they went around an obstacle slowed them down considerably, but Scott didn’t seem to care.

With the crows leading the way, he called the gray wolf back and rode on its back.

“It’s a good time to rest and save our energy,” Scott said with a smile, riding the wolf.

This time, however, he didn't get to rest for long, as the cawing of crows soon came from ahead again.

Upon hearing this, Rimbaud excitedly told Scott, "Oh! The lead crow saw a huge oak tree and human buildings. That huge oak tree is several times bigger than the one where we built our nest!"

Scott laughed. “The crows landed in formation, and we walked along their line.”

Rimbaud cawed loudly, and the flock of crows lined up in front of him immediately obeyed and landed on the ground.

Scott had the gray wolf carry him along the line of crows.

The forest here is getting denser and denser, with gray wolves darting in and out of the oak trees. If it weren't for the flock of crows marking the way, it would be extremely easy to lose one's way.