The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott watched this scene with excitement.

The magic gathered together, its volume constantly being compressed, emitting an increasingly bright white light.

Scott asks the Ravenclaw in the painting, "Master, what should I do after the magic crystal takes shape?"

He couldn't wait to know what would happen next.

“You’d better find a safe place,” Ravenclaw said. “This probably won’t work.”

"No, this is fine."

Without a second thought, Scott found the Magic Barrier Sphere and the Sirein, and demonstrated to his Ravenclaw mentor the double protection constructed using the Magic Barrier Sphere and the water sphere.

“Looks like you can’t wait, Scott.” Ravenclaw smiled knowingly.

“Yes, mentor,” Scott said. “I want to explore the entire tower. In order to deal with the unknown dangers ahead, it is also a prudent choice to improve my strength here directly.”

"Of course, I respect your choice."

Ravenclaw did not oppose his plan.

"So, next, this is what you need to remember..."

As she spoke, she disappeared from the canvas again, leaving behind two diagrams of the human body, one on the front and one on the back.

In these two diagrams, the entire human body is covered with very complex patterns.

Scott quickly took out his parchment and pen again and copied the diagram on the canvas.

After a brief silence, Rimbaud looked at the diagram curiously and asked, "Oh, Scott, how are you going to paint on yourself?"

Scott didn't even look up. "Don't forget, I can use a transformation technique on paint to create a single, seamless painting."

That was a painting style he came up with after seeing the morning mist outside the window of the Ravenclaw common room when he was trying to give Professor McGonagall a gift.

"You're right, you always have a way."

Clearly, Rimbaud had also seen him create with that effortless style.

“This is my good fortune,” Scott said with a smile. “The reserves I made unintentionally in the past always come in handy at some point in the future.”

He meticulously completed the copy of the human body diagram.

After finishing, he checked the drawing against the one left by his Ravenclaw tutor in the frame, and then nodded.

He muttered to himself, "I wonder what kind of paint they'll use."

"What you'll need is your blood."

Ravenclaw's figure emerges on the canvas.

“A lot of blood is needed, so I hope you carry some blood-regenerating potions with you.”

Scott smiled and said, "Of course, mentor, I will always make the most comprehensive preparations possible."

“Then there’s no problem,” Ravenclaw said. “Once the magic crystal takes shape, you will need to use your blood to draw the patterns required for the ritual on your own body and on the surface of the magic crystal, and then perform the ritual according to the steps.”

"Yes."

Scott turned to look at the rune circuits operating in the void.

At this moment, the starlight in the "starry sky" has diminished considerably, and countless "stars" have gathered at the center of the magic rune circuit, forming a "moon" with even greater radiance.

Scott watched quietly, waiting.

Until all the "stars" disappeared without a trace.

The runic circuits that spanned the void accelerated their rotation after collecting all the mana clusters.

The moon, radiating white light, grew smaller and smaller, its light gradually fading.

The dazzling light disappeared completely, and the magic rune circuit stopped rotating.

The enormous magic rune circuit began to shrink at an extremely rapid speed and soon disappeared without a trace.

"go!"

Scott rode his flying broomstick and flew towards the location of the center of the magic circuit, following his memory.

Rimbaud followed behind him, clutching the portrait of his Ravenclaw mentor.

Not long after, Scott saw the finished product of the magic crystal.

It was a colorless, completely transparent crystal about the size of a human head, with a slight fluorescent glow.

It floated quietly in the void, looking inconspicuous, even like a large, irregular piece of transparent crystal.

"This is... the magic crystal."

Scott reached out and scooped up the magic crystal.

"Very light."

Unexpectedly, the countless magical clusters that occupied the entire starry sky, when gathered and compressed together, were much lighter than a crystal of the same size.

“Just like plastic,” Scott muttered. “No, even a solid piece of plastic this big is quite heavy.”

But as long as he uses his magical perception ability, he can immediately and clearly sense the terrifying amount of magical power contained within such a light and airy crystal.

Make big money!

Scott felt that he was grinning like an idiot more times now than he had in the previous decade or so.

After his silly grin, he quickly got to work.

Magic Barrier, Sirai's Water Sphere, double protection makes its appearance once again.

Then, Scott, who was sitting cross-legged in the magic barrier, took out the blood-making potion, and used a piece of wood to conjure a glass container for the blood. He then began to drink the potion and bleed at the same time.

"enough."

The Ravenclaw in the painting reminded him.

Scott quickly used dasycarpus extract to stop the bleeding and heal the wound on his wrist.

However, the draining of his magic power and excessive blood loss still left him feeling dizzy.

He paused for a moment, then downed another bottle of potion to replenish his strength.

He waited until all the potions he had taken began to take effect before starting the next step of his work.

The first step is to draw patterns on the magic crystal.

Scott memorized the intricate patterns Ravenclaw had depicted in the painting, then waved his wand.

Some of the blood in the glass container flew out, forming a complete pattern in the air, and then imprinted directly onto the magic crystal.

What's unusual is that the blood stopped flowing the moment the pattern was formed, and remained stable after being imprinted on the magic crystal, without flowing downwards.

Then, he stood up, took off all his clothes, and used the same method to print bright red patterns on his body.

Following the ritual steps explained by his Ravenclaw mentor, he put down his wand, walked to the crystal, sat cross-legged, and held the crystal in his arms.

Then, he closed his eyes, began to clear his mind, and began to recite an exceptionally long and complicated incantation.

Chapter 501 Beneath the Giant Tower, the Deep Black

"It's the best time to watch..."

Scott was chanting obscure and incomprehensible incantations.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and his heart was at peace.

“Ché la diritta via era smarrita.…”

Gradually, he felt his skin begin to heat up.

Then, the cold magic crystal he was holding gradually warmed up.

But he had no time to pay attention to these things, and gradually became unaware of them.

His consciousness seemed to take flight.

It felt like I was swimming in an endless, brilliant starry sky, with dazzling light flowing through every corner of my body.

It feels like being surrounded by mountains and rivers, with even the air you breathe carrying a fresh, natural scent.

Suddenly, he transformed into a giant from ancient mythology.

With feet firmly planted on the ground and head held high under the blue sky.

Every moment, his body was expanding.

Without realizing it, he opened his heart and felt genuine joy.

Sunshine, stars, mountains and rivers, flowers and grass...

Everything was cheering for him.

And so, time passed without anyone knowing how much time had gone by; it seemed as if time itself had lost its meaning.

He stands between heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, the ocean changes; in the breath of life, the land transforms into mulberry fields.

But in that fleeting time, he could still see the blooming and withering of every flower, the falling and decay of every leaf, the gathering and drying of every drop of rain, and the solidification and melting of every snowflake.

He seemed to be at the heart of the river of time, where turning left would allow him to see a wave upstream and turning right would allow him to observe a bubble downstream.

But you'll never miss a tiny water droplet splashing in front of you, watching it leap and burst.

It felt as if I had been asleep for a thousand years, or as if I had just listened to a wonderful concert.

When Scott woke up and his consciousness returned to his body, he clearly felt the difference in himself.

The feeling of his body being filled with magical energy almost made him groan out loud.

He let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"How much time has passed?"

He looked up and asked, somewhat confused.

Rimbaud replied, "Although I don't know the exact time, it doesn't feel like too long has passed."

Scott nodded and looked down at the magic crystal he was holding in his arms.

The crystal, once the size of a human head, is now only about half its original size.