The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"That way I won't forget how to read those damn ancient fairy texts!" he said happily.

Then, he began his performance.

"..."

From the very first sentence, Scott couldn't help but cover his ears.

At the same time, he thought to himself—

The Fairy Song sounds like a kind of magic performed through singing, and the name evokes descriptions of beauty and melodiousness. But no one expected that the truth is quite the opposite.

I don't know if Professor Flitwick was unfamiliar with this magic, or if this is how Fairy Song is supposed to be...

In short, Professor Flitwick's "singing" gave Scott goosebumps.

His "singing" has nothing to do with adjectives like beautiful and melodious.

Scott really wanted to ask why this magic was called "Fairy Song" and not just "Fairy Scream".

Chapter 365 Matryoshka Treasure Chest, Eye of a Thousand Miles

At the top of the Hogwarts Tower of Astronomy, Professor Flitwick, wearing a Ravenclaw crown, chanted in absurd language with a pained expression.

It seems that even he himself felt that the "Fairy Song" was really too unpleasant to listen to.

"Click".

Scott looked in the direction of the sound and saw the golden treasure chest placed on the ground.

"Click, click."

As Professor Flitwick continued chanting, the inscriptions on the golden chest gradually emitted a blue light.

Just as Professor Binns said, the order of the inscriptions on the golden chest was scrambled, so the order in which the inscriptions are lit up at this moment is also random.

Scott guessed that the golden chest could probably only be opened when all the text lit up.

However, as time went by, Professor Flitwick's chanting became increasingly difficult.

His eyes were wide open, and his face was covered in sweat.

Scott looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood aside, looking at Professor Flitwick with concern; he seemed powerless to do anything about it either.

Professor Binns' face also showed anxiety and worry as he hovered around Dumbledore.

Scott saw him open his mouth several times as if to say something, perhaps to stop Professor Flitwick from continuing, but he never spoke.

Professor Flitwick's chanting was becoming increasingly grating and unpleasant.

When about 80% of the inscription on the golden chest was lit up, Professor Flitwick was already somewhat unsteady on his feet.

That's not the worst part; the worst part is that his body is undergoing obvious changes.

Scott stared wide-eyed as Professor Flitwick's ears and nose grew longer and longer.

This looks terrible.

His appearance is gradually transforming into that of a true fairy.

At this moment, Professor Binns couldn't help but speak up, "No, stop now, Philius, if this continues, the dormant bloodline within you will erupt!"

But Professor Flitwick did not stop; he persisted.

Even as his face turned as red as if it were burning, his boots burst open, and sharp nails grew on his hands, he still did not stop his screaming chants.

At the same time, a series of "clicking" sounds rang out from the golden treasure chest, and the entire chest began to shake rapidly.

"Stop him, Albus!" Professor Binns shouted to Dumbledore. "A surge of blood will cause magical chaos, which could endanger his life!"

Dumbledore solemnly pulled the Elder Wand from his sleeve.

Just then, Professor Flitwick suddenly raised his hand shakily, making a gesture to stop him.

Scott and the other two professors understood, and he told Dumbledore not to disturb him.

Throughout this process, he did not cease the magic known as the Fairy Song.

Dumbledore hesitated, holding up the Elder Wand but not stopping Professor Flitwick.

Professor Binns could only anxiously drift around.

At this moment, Scott was no longer in the mood to pay attention to Professor Binns' rare emotional outburst; he was looking at Professor Flitwick with great anxiety.

He couldn't understand why Professor Frivi was so insistent, even at the risk of his life.

In his view, whatever was hidden in the golden treasure chest, it was absolutely not worth Professor Flitwick risking his life for.

At this point, the golden treasure chest began to shake more and more violently, and very few of the texts that had not yet been lit up remained.

Professor Flitwick also quickened his chanting.

Finally, he finished!

At the moment of completion, Professor Flitwick collapsed forward, exhausted.

Ding-dong.

Ravenclaw's tiara fell to the ground first.

"professor!"

Scott completely ignored the shaking golden chest and rushed over to catch the professor.

"Professor Flitwick!"

Scott knelt down on one knee and supported Professor Flitwick's back with his hand.

The sensation from his palm indicated that the professor's robe was completely soaked with sweat.

Scott looked worriedly at Professor Flitwick's tightly closed eyes; at this moment, the professor's image was almost indistinguishable from that of a real fairy.

A white light enveloped Professor Flitwick.

Scott turned around and saw Dumbledore casting a spell on Professor Flitwick.

“Calm down, Scott,” Dumbledore said soothingly. “Felius will be alright, you can sense that, can’t you?”

Scott nodded somewhat blankly before using his magical perception to probe the magical power within Professor Flitwick's body at close range.

Under the white light, Professor Flitwick's boiling magic was slowly calming down.

And the transformation of his body into that of a fairy is gradually fading away.

Seeing this, Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Click, click, click!"

Just then, the sound coming from the golden treasure chest suddenly became louder.

Scott turned his head and looked at the cracks that appeared on the golden chest, three horizontal and three vertical lines on each side, dividing the square chest.

The golden treasure chest really did turn into a Rubik's Cube.

Then, the Rubik's Cube began to twist and turn on its own, spinning wildly in all directions.

When it calmed down and formed a cube again, the inscriptions on the surface of the treasure chest became neat and orderly.

Then, the gaps that divided the golden treasure chest into a Rubik's Cube disappeared, leaving only a ring around the center of the four sides of the chest.

"Click, click."

The loudspeaker sounded, and the upper part of the treasure chest slowly opened.

Scott stared intently, and what appeared in the golden treasure chest was actually a smaller silver treasure chest.

Just then, he felt Professor Flitwick, whom he was holding in his hands, move.

He didn't have time to examine the silver treasure chest; he quickly looked down at Professor Flitwick.

"Professor!" he called again.

Professor Flitwick slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his face had returned to its original appearance.

“Scott?” Professor Flitwick asked, looking at Scott. “Did I succeed?”

Scott nodded quickly, "Don't worry, it's done, the box has been opened."

“That’s good.” Professor Flitwick then looked at Dumbledore, who had been shrouding him in a spell. “Oh, thank you, Albus. I’m fine now.”

"I'm glad you're alright, Philius." Dumbledore smiled and put away the Elder Wand.

Professor Flitwick struggled to his feet, picked up the crown from the ground, and walked to the treasure chest.

He pulled out his wand and waved it, and the silver chest flew out of the gold chest and landed on the ground.

“This…” He looked at the silver treasure chest in surprise.

“You were too reckless, Philius.” Professor Binns, who had been studying the treasure chest for some time, turned around. “If I didn’t know you, I would have thought you were a Gryffindor!”

Professor Flitwick chuckled somewhat awkwardly. "Oh, you know, Professor Binns, I almost got sorted into Gryffindor when I first entered the university."

Professor Binns shook his head with a stern face and continued looking at the silver treasure chest.

“This box can be opened with werewolf blood,” he said.

Scott walked over curiously and examined the silver treasure chest closely.

The silver box is covered with ornate patterns, and a finely carved werewolf head is set in the center of the box like a lock.

Dumbledore approached with a small glass bottle, pulled out the cork, and knelt down to hold the bottle close to the werewolf head.

"Click, click."

The werewolf icon has its mouth open.

Dumbledore poured the blood from the glass bottle into its mouth.

"Woohoo..."

The werewolf head opened its mouth and howled again, its white gemstone-carved eyes suddenly turning blood red.

"Click, click, click..."