The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Do not."

Scott has changed his mind.

"I've already reached the fifth floor. Regardless of whether the so-called tower extending towards the earth's core has six or seven floors in total, I still want to simply walk to the end."

“You must get out of here as soon as possible, and don’t forget the curse,” Rimbaud warned.

"There's still time."

Scott glanced at his wristwatch.

"I'm very curious, what exactly is going on here? What were those seven wizards searching for when they came here a thousand years ago?"

"Didn't you say that you have to persevere to the end to reap the rewards of an adventure?"

Chapter 500 Super Magic Ascension Ritual

"Oh……"

Rimbaud looked at Scott and sighed.

"It seems you've completely let loose."

Scott shrugged.

"I feel somewhat unwilling to back out now."

He looked around again.

“Such a tower in form must have been built by shamans in ancient times.”

As he spoke, he pointed upwards.

"The Stennes Standing Stone was built during the Neolithic period, dating back to 3000 BC..."

"Okay, okay, you don't need to convince me."

Rimbaud said in a helpless tone.

"I will never contradict your opinion."

It flew directly out of the small wooden box compartment and landed on Scott's shoulder.

"What you need to do now is find the entrance to the next level—is it in the starry sky above, or on the earth below?"

“It’s clear that Golza didn’t find an entrance in the earth just now.”

Scott said, putting away the small wooden box.

Afterwards, he carefully examined the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] that he had already obtained.

"I can sense the pure magic it contains."

As he spoke, he found another rope, wrapped it tightly around the wrist-thick golden heartwood, and hung it around his neck as well.

Looking at the acorn and oak heart shining on his chest, he said, "If it's that, its effect in resisting curses should be even stronger."

As he spoke, he glanced at it again.

"Oh, although it looks a bit sleazy."

He shook his head, gripped the broom with both hands, and flew into the sky on the broom.

Unlike the previous level, the "starry sky" here looks distant, and it really is distant.

Scott flew upwards on his broomstick for half an hour, but still couldn't get close to the "starry sky" above him.

"Oh, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Rimbaud, who was flying beside him, couldn't help but ask.

Scott also hesitated and stopped, thinking for a while.

"Perhaps it has something to do with speed."

He put away his broom, transformed into a peregrine falcon, and flew upwards at top speed.

His guardian deity, who was exactly the same as his Animagus form, always stayed close by his side.

"Wait, if we're talking about speed, I'm the fastest!"

Rimbaud, though starting later, quickly caught up with him.

Clearly, Scott guessed right again. About five minutes later, they arrived directly inside "Starry Sky".

Unlike the floating rocks on the previous level, this level's "starry sky" is filled with clusters of light.

Once there, Scott got back on his flying broomstick.

He reached out and tried to dispel the light, but it was not real; it was just an illusory ball of light.

In his magical perception, this was pure magic, without any inherent properties.

"If all this magic could be collected...the total amount of magic would be more than what is contained in Hogwarts Castle."

Scott had to admit he was a little envious.

If he had such a vast reserve of magic, he could do many things.

"So, do you have any ideas on how to collect them?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott shook his head.

“I’ve never studied this problem before, but maybe I can find outside help.”

Rimbaud landed on the handle of the flying broom, tilted his head, and asked, "Dumbledore? But your communications have been cut off."

"Do not."

Scott pulled a blank picture frame from the lizard skin bag.

"It's a Ravenclaw instructor."

"Here?" Rimbaud asked. "We're probably already in another dimension, right? Can we summon her now?"

“You can always trust Ravenclaw.”

Scott smiled at Rimbaud and tapped the blank picture frame with his wand.

“Dear Ravenclaw Master, your apprentice needs your help.”

As he called out, the blank canvas in the frame slowly came into color, depicting the dignified and beautiful figure of Ravenclaw sitting in the Eaglewing High-Backed Chair.

"Good afternoon, my apprentice."

She smiled slightly at Scott, then looked around at the surroundings.

"It seems you've already entered that tower."

"Yes, mentor..."

Scott quickly recounted his experience of accidentally falling into the tower and getting through the first few floors, before finally stating his current request.

"...The light you see is all gathered together, pure magic. I want to ask you, is there any way to take it all away?"

As he spoke, he held up the picture frame and spun it around, so that the Ravenclaw instructor in the painting could clearly see the glowing orbs of magic around him.

Ravenclaw first affirmed Scott's idea, "No wonder, even I would be tempted by such a reserve of magic."

After saying that, she thought for a while, then smiled.

"Congratulations, my apprentice. It seems that you have gained unparalleled rewards from this adventure."

"what do you mean?"

Scott immediately became happy.

It seems that Ravenclaw instructors do indeed have a way to take all this magic away!

But Ravenclaw asked, "Are you sure this is all pure, unadulterated magic?"

Scott nodded.

"Yes, Master, that's how it is according to my magical perception."

"Of course, I understand. Your magical perception is trustworthy."

Ravenclaw was unusually agitated.

"Do you remember the bloody plunder I mentioned?"

"remember."

Scott immediately recalled the magical ritual that was said to be more effective than mana-boosting potions.

He abandoned that magical ritual because the materials were too rare, it was too bloody and cruel, and most importantly, it would make people ugly.

Ravenclaw smiled again and said something that delighted Scott.

"What I didn't say was that when we can find a large amount of pure magic, we can perform magical rituals to enhance magic without even needing any materials."

"In this way, the magical ritual will no longer be called 'bloody plunder,' but will be called 'super magic advancement'!"

"Super Magic Advancement?"

In that instant, Scott felt his heart race.

Ravenclaw nodded affirmatively.

"In the past, the advancement to Super Magic was just a legend; I had only ever seen such a record in the family's archives—"

“In ancient times, there were shamans who performed such rituals.”

"There are even rumors that Blood Plunder is a inferior version of the Super Magic Advancement."

"Now it seems that this legend is actually true."

Scott asked, "Because the conditions for advancement to Super Magic are too harsh, the wizards came up with bloody plunder as a substitute?"

Ravenclaw said, "I think that's true. Abundant sources of magic are easy to find, like at Hogwarts. But pure magic is very rare."

“I understand,” Scott said. “The magic source of Hogwarts is formed by the collection of free magic in the air over the years by the castle buildings. It comes from all kinds of wizards and is very mixed in nature.”

Ravenclaw nodded again.

"The sources of magic gathered from other places are about the same."