The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

After walking for a short while, the gray wolf finally carried Scott to the front of the crow flock.

He saw that the oak forest ahead was becoming sparser, and it became sparser as he went further, until there was a giant tree that occupied a huge area.

From a distance, the enormous oak tree exudes a strong sense of oppression, standing there like a castle.

As for the human-made structures the crow mentioned, they were the huge stones scattered under the shade of the oak trees, and the rough structures built from the same huge stones at the tree roots.

“Stonehenge?” Scott blurted out.

The seemingly random arrangement of the megaliths is very similar to Stonehenge on Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, England.

He gazed at the "Stonehenge" formation surrounding the roots of the giant oak tree from afar, hesitating to let the gray wolf take a step.

"What's wrong with you?" Rimbaud couldn't help but ask him.

“Although we saw this scene, in my magical perception, there is still an endless oak forest ahead, without giant oak trees or Stonehenge,” Scott murmured.

"What?" Rimbaud exclaimed.

“You said…” Scott asked it, “Should I trust my eyes or my magical senses?”

Without hesitation, Rimbaud replied, "Of course..."

It hesitated halfway through its sentence.

“I don’t know,” it said. “Let the crows try.”

Scott agreed with its suggestion.

Rimbaud cried out loudly.

Upon hearing its call, the flock of crows immediately took flight again, no longer maintaining their formation, but instead swarming forward in a chaotic rush.

Soon, they flew to Stonehenge and scattered across the megaliths.

"Caw! Caw caw!"

Their calls could be heard from afar.

"It's true! They say those big rocks are real!" Rimbaud exclaimed excitedly as he flew up.

“Wait a minute.” Scott beckoned it back. “Let them fly to the middle and take a look at that building built on the tree roots.”

Rimbaud obediently flew back to Scott's shoulder and chirped loudly.

The crows in the distance at Stonehenge obediently took flight again.

They flew through Stonehenge, eventually reaching the building at the base of the giant oak tree.

Soon, they flew out of the building again, chirping and relaying the message once more.

“They say it’s empty inside, with only a stone statue,” Rimbaud told Scott, relaying the message the crows had given him.

Scott nodded, and his gray wolf began to run forward.

The agile gray wolf ran very fast and soon arrived outside Stonehenge.

Strangely, even after reaching this distance, the "illusion" in Scott's magical perception did not disappear.

In his magical perception, Stonehenge was still an oak forest.

Scott stopped the gray wolf and climbed off its back.

Rimbaud asked, "Why did you stop?"

Scott didn't speak, but the gray wolf moved again.

At Scott's command, the beast entered Stonehenge. Instead of running, it walked slowly toward the giant oak tree in the center.

“Are you worried about traps?” Rimbaud understood Scott’s concerns. “Yes, after all, the crows fly over from the air.”

Scott didn't answer, but instead watched the gray wolf intently as it moved forward, noting down the path it took.

Rimbaud added, “Don’t worry, my friend. If there’s a trap underfoot, I’ll fly you over it.”

Scott remained silent, but his expression had changed.

"If you ask me..." Rimbaud's words came to an abrupt halt, for he too had realized something was amiss.

At this point, the gray wolf had already gone astray.

Scott watched the gray wolf move forward, and he watched helplessly as it strayed off course after passing a few boulders, until now, the beast had completely lost its way.

Scott's shapeshifting creations are capable of autonomous movement. At this moment, the gray wolf seemed to have noticed something was wrong. After howling anxiously a few times, it began to run quickly.

But in Scott and Rimbaud's eyes, the gray wolf was like a headless fly running around aimlessly.

It circled among the boulders, unable to find the right direction.

"What's going on?" Rimbaud was extremely surprised.

Scott took a few steps back without saying a word and raised his wand.

"Thunderous explosion!"

The spell's blinding light shot out and struck the nearest boulder.

But the expected explosion did not occur.

The air above the boulder rippled like water, swallowing up all the light of the spell.

Scott frowned and didn't try again.

He cast an armor spell in front of him, then pointed his wand at the ground in the distance.

"The house collapsed and the ground subsided!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

boom!

A violent explosion rang out, and the ground immediately collapsed, creating a crater.

As the dust settled, Scott walked to the crater he had blasted open.

Unfortunately, all that was blasted away was soil; there were no rocks.

Scott waved his wand to gather the shattered dirt together, then added some water with a water-controlling spell.

Not long after, a giant eagle took flight, soaring over Scott's head and heading towards Stonehenge.

However, after the eagle flew over Stonehenge, it slowed down and its flapping of wings became increasingly difficult.

After flying halfway, it plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto a boulder and turning back into a pile of dirt.

Seeing this, Rimbaud said smugly, "It seems I'll have to step in!"

Scott shook his head and said to the eager Rimbaud, "It seems that only small birds or creatures without magic can pass through without hindrance."

Rimbaud immediately fell silent.

Chapter 331 He dated a girl but didn't want to take responsibility

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Outside Stonehenge, Rimbaud asked Scott.

“Of course, we’ll have the crows lead the way,” Scott said.

Upon hearing this, Rimbaud couldn't help but peck him on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me about such a simple method sooner?"

This attack was negligible to Scott, who was wearing a down jacket.

He laughed and said, "Of course, it's to figure out exactly what can't be done here."

Rimbaud ignored him and flew up, chirping loudly.

Hearing its call, the flock of crows fluttered back.

Scott said to Rimbaud, "Let a few crows bring the gray wolf out and see."

Soon, several crows flew back to Stonehenge and successfully led the gray wolf out.

The gray wolf seemed exhausted. After coming out, it only whimpered a few times before lying down on the grass, panting heavily.

Scott sat down on the grass and reached out to stroke the warm, fluffy fur on the gray wolf's neck.

He looked up at Rimbaud and said, “Let the crows line up in a straight line, connecting this place to the central building.”

Rimbaud landed from the sky and stood on the back of the gray wolf, howling.

The flock of crows moved as it commanded.

Before long, the crows lined up again and landed on the ground, marking the path to the central building of Stonehenge.

Scott patted the gray wolf on the head and stood up.

Upon receiving his order, the gray wolf also got up from the ground and walked into Stonehenge again.

“This time it should go smoothly,” Rimbaud said.

Indeed, everything went smoothly. The gray wolf walked forward along the line of crows and soon covered most of the distance, getting closer and closer to the building on the tree roots.

As it drew closer, the tree roots that had been wrapped around the surface of the megalithic structure began to writhe like giant pythons.

The gray wolf stopped warily, letting out threatening growls.

But the roots moved faster and faster, and then sprang up like a giant python hunting its prey.

The gray wolf quickly turned around and ran back, but it was too late. A "giant python" swiftly bound it and dragged it back.

The gray wolf howled a few times before quickly turning back into scattered stones.

Then, the tree roots fell silent again.

“Oh my god! Thank goodness you didn’t go straight there!” Rimbaud said to Scott with relief.

Scott stood outside Stonehenge, watching this scene from afar, and slowly exhaled.

He noticed that although the crows were quite frightened during the whole process, they were not harmed.

The tree roots didn't target them.

"Is this place only preferential treatment for real animals?" Scott muttered, looking at the crows that had rearranged into a straight line. "But that makes sense, considering this place might be related to druids."

“Then I should be able to go in,” Rimbaud said.