The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Her gaze fell on Scott, and she asked softly, "Are you sure you are the one who was prophesied to never exist?"

Scott nodded.

“I see,” Ravenclaw murmured.

Like Dumbledore, she didn't delve into why Scott believed he was "the one who doesn't exist."

“A great man?” she repeated the title. “If I’m not mistaken, it must refer to Salazar.”

Scott looked at him questioningly.

In the painting, Ravenclaw smiles slightly, "People call us the four founders of Hogwarts the Great Four, and the only one who is related to Medea is him."

Scott nodded; that explanation also made sense.

But he still asked, "Is that all there is to it? There are other wizards who can be called great, such as Merlin, who is often mentioned by wizards."

“But Merlin will not seize the legacy of the Eternal King,” Ravenclaw said.

Scott asked, "Does the Eternal King refer to Merlin's close friend, King Arthur?"

Ravenclaw said, "Prophecy has a magical power. In Britain, who else but King Arthur could be called the Eternal King?"

Scott found it hard to believe. "The legacy of the Eternal King? Legend has it that the dying King Arthur was taken back to Avalon by several mysterious fairies in a boat. Could it be that Avalon... that legendary utopia really exists?"

Ravenclaw shook her head, indicating that she didn't know whether the legendary Avalon actually existed.

“I can assure you that Merlin and King Arthur were real,” she told Scott. “As for Avalon, it’s a sacred site of Celtic mythology and the heart of the ancient Druid religion. Perhaps you could ask the Druids who still exist today.”

Avalon...

Scott frowned.

As a legend that has been passed down in England since ancient times, he naturally cannot determine whether it actually exists.

But with the prophecy involving Salazar Slytherin and even the legendary King Arthur, Scott felt things had become even more perplexing.

It seems that he still has to find a way to contact Savannah.

Savannah is now a druid priestess, and Scott's Christmas holiday trip to the Oak Sea made him realize that the druid tradition is not simple, and perhaps Savannah knows something.

and……

"What exactly are the Eye of a Thousand Miles and the Scroll of History?"

“Sorry, I haven’t heard of it either,” says Ravenclaw in the painting.

Helena couldn't help but say, "This sounds too complicated; there must be a big secret hidden in it."

Neither Scott nor Ravenclaw responded to her obvious statement.

“It seems that Salazar and Medea still maintain contact after Salazar left Hogwarts,” Ravenclaw said with a sigh. “Perhaps he was manipulating everything Medea did, including the oath she made with me.”

"Mother?"

In the painting, Helena looks at Ravenclaw in surprise.

"Are you telling the truth?" she asked. "But how could Medea possibly deceive you?"

Ravenclaw patted her hand again and said gently, "Sometimes I'm just an ordinary mother."

Helena lowered her head in shame.

“Although I could say that wasn’t me,” she murmured, “it was Helena who stole the crown and caused my mother’s illness.”

Ravenclaw looked at her lovingly and reached out to stroke her soft, long hair.

“Do you know what to do, Scott?” Ravenclaw looked at Scott, who was standing outside the painting.

Scott laughed and said, "Besides being mentally prepared and strengthening your own abilities, there doesn't seem to be any better way."

Ravenclaw nodded slightly, agreeing with his statement.

“There’s no need to panic,” she said. “You just need to do what you’re supposed to do.”

Scott nodded again.

Ravenclaw added, "Prophecy only reveals one destiny; do not let it become your shackles. If you are strong enough and wise enough, you may be able to break it."

Chapter 362 Luna Writes a Letter, Golden Treasure Chest

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Scott returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.

He found Luna sitting alone in a corner of the college library, writing her thesis.

Good evening, Scott.

Luna looked up, observing Scott with somewhat dazed eyes.

"Oh, you don't look so good. Your brain has been invaded by a harassing fly."

She put the quill pen into the ink bottle and then reached up to take the wand from her left ear.

“Let me think.” She raised a slight eyebrow. “Perhaps I have a way to help you get rid of them.”

Scott, ignoring what new ideas she might have, pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, asking directly, "Luna, do you have a way to contact Savannah?"

"Why not?" Luna asked, somewhat surprised. "You can just write to her, and the owl will deliver it for you."

She toyed with the wand in her hand, spinning it between her fingers like a pen.

Then she pointed her wand at Scott and asked with great interest, "Want to try?"

Scott glanced at the wand in her hand and shook his head. "Never mind the harassing fly for now. Could you help me write a letter to Savannah?"

Because of Savannah's brother Aaron, Scott didn't know how the rest of the family treated him. To ensure the letter reached Savannah, he thought it would be safer to ask Luna to write one.

Luna withdrew her wand with some regret. "I'm going to cast a brain-muddy spell on you. That way, the harassing flies won't be able to survive in your brain and will definitely flee. Afterwards, just use a spell to break the spell, and you'll have a clean brain."

Her slightly bulging eyes remained fixed on Scott's forehead, as if all her attention was drawn to the so-called harassing fly.

"..."

Just as Scott was about to sacrifice his own brain to cooperate, she nodded again, "Writing a letter to Savannah, of course, although I don't know why you don't write it yourself..."

"Professor Trelawney has made a new prediction."

As Scott spoke, he took out the Magic Mirror and placed it on the table, while simultaneously casting a spell with his wand to block out sound.

He handed the [Magic Mirror] to Luna and clicked on the "video".

"The scroll of history begins..."

The moment the prediction began in the "video," Scott quickly covered his ears with his hands.

"The resurrected witch..."

Soon, Luna followed Scott's example and covered her ears.

"The great man who sleeps... he sought to devour... but was defeated by those who no longer exist!"

After the "video" finished playing, Luna's silver-gray eyes widened, looking somewhat unfocused.

“The last time Professor Trelawney divined for the Thestrals, it wasn’t nearly as terrible,” she murmured.

Then, she stared intently at Scott's forehead again.

"Are you troubled by this prophecy?" she asked softly. "It gives those pesky flies a chance to crawl into your mind... Oh..."

She suddenly opened her mouth wide, her silver-gray eyes seemingly shrouded in smoke.

After a long while, she exclaimed in surprise, "You are a non-existent person?"

Scott was even more surprised than she was. "How did you know?"

"I don't know." The smoke in Luna's eyes cleared, and her expression became somewhat blank. "I just know."

Scott stared into her eyes and felt more and more that they contained a wonderful talent.

He said to Luna, "The prophecy mentions the Eternal King, the legendary King Arthur. I would like you to write to Savannah and ask if the legendary Avalon is real."

“I’ve heard this legend.” Luna suddenly laughed. “I think Avalon is real. Of course, you can ask Savannah for her opinion.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.” Scott thanked her.

“You’re welcome.” Luna’s voice began to waver again. “The great one who seized the legacy of the Eternal King, do you want to fight him?”

Scott shrugged. "Who knows? That's what Professor Trelawney said."

Luna nodded, then said seriously to Scott, "If you need any other help, you can come to me, even if it's for fighting."

"Okay," Scott replied, but didn't take it seriously.

If the "great man" really was Salazar Slytherin, and if a battle were to break out in the future, he wouldn't have dragged his friends to their deaths.

Luna smiled, her eyes misting over again, and she began to scrutinize him closely.

“What does ‘not existing’ mean? You clearly exist here.” She muttered, frowning. “It should mean you don’t exist in a certain book, which is the Book of History.”

Scott asked in surprise, "Do you know what the History Scrolls are?"

At this moment, the mist in Luna's eyes dissipated once again.

She shook her head blankly again. "I don't know."

She blinked rapidly and said to Scott, "The scroll of history has opened, and the resurrected witch is stirring up a storm... Did you notice? The opening of the scroll of history is the origin of everything prophesied."

“You’re right,” Scott said, “but nobody knows what the History Book is.”

"Don't worry, we'll find out eventually," Luna said with a smile.

She tucked the wand back behind her ear, took out her quill, and continued writing her paper.

Scott got up and left the library.

He had no intention of telling more people about the prophecy, including his roommates.

After all, telling them would only make a few more people worry about him.

It's quite strange when you think about it, but he subconsciously felt that Luna, this little girl, was more accepting of prophecies than his three roommates.

Perhaps it's because Luna has never shown any negative emotions in front of anyone?

Even when she was isolated, bullied, and called "crazy girl," she never got angry.

It wasn't the kind of forced silence that prevented her from being angry; she genuinely wasn't angry at all.