The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

A flock of crows appeared and circled Scott and Rimbaud a few times.

"Quack quack..."

Rimbaud opened his mouth and cried out a few times, and the flock of crows dispersed and flew towards the spire below.

As they approached below, their flight suddenly froze, and then, as if petrified, they all fell into the boundless, deep darkness beneath the tower's spire.

"This……"

Rimbaud stared at the scene in disbelief.

"Is it poison, or a curse?"

Scott frowned and waved his wand again.

"Take the God's Protection!"

After his super-magic advancement, Scott used the Guardian Charm again, and his Guardian Deity underwent a significant change.

A silver peregrine falcon spread its wings and took flight.

This peregrine falcon was not only much larger, but the silver light it emitted was also purer and brighter than the moonlight during a full moon.

"cracking!"

With a cry, the peregrine falcon, enveloped in radiance as if draped in a long white veil, flew to the foot of the giant tower, illuminating the deep darkness.

Or rather, the darkness seemed to have been banished all at once.

Scott and Rimbaud saw the spiral staircase leading down from the spire.

“Sure enough, there’s another floor below this tower, making a total of seven floors,” Scott said.

This speculation is based solely on the fact that seven is more magical than six.

"You want to go down?" Rimbaud jumped on the broom. "It's too dangerous! You can't be sure that bird banished the curse or poison from there!"

Scott laughed and said, "Of course, we'll use the old method."

Sirein, the Magic Barrier Sphere.

Double protection has emerged once again.

Sitting inside the magical barrier, Scott waved his wand and easily cast a Transformation Charm, transforming the object into a sphere.

The double protection has been changed to a triple protection.

Then comes the head-soaking spell.

Use magically formed bubbles to cover your mouth and nose, just like a gas mask.

Four layers of protection.

To be on the safe side, he cast another guardian spell, so that a guardian spirit would stay by his side.

"Let's go, Sirlein!"

With a flick of his finger, outside the magic barrier, within the water sphere, Sir Rein shook his head and wagged his tail, maneuvering the enormous water sphere toward the base of the giant tower, to the location of its spire.

As they drew closer, Scott could clearly see the changes in the water sphere, aided by the silver light emanating from the guardian spirit.

The once clear and transparent water is gradually turning black.

Although Sirraine, being a product of Transfiguration, was not afraid, the blackening of the water sphere undoubtedly obscured Scott's vision.

Scott decisively ordered, "Keep changing the water, Sirein!"

Upon receiving his orders, Sirein began to continuously produce new water and then drain the contaminated parts of the water sphere.

Then they began to truly approach the top of the tower.

From a distance, the spire appears undeniably sharp, but upon closer inspection, this long spire is actually a thick pillar that would take two people to encircle.

Huge stone slabs spiraled downwards from the top of the tower, forming a spiral staircase.

Scott gave the order again, “Go down, up the stairs.”

The obedient Sirena began to manipulate the ever-evolving water sphere as it floated downwards.

Round and round.

Soon, Scott began to find it incredibly boring.

Even with so much light, all around is deep darkness from which you can't see very far.

Aside from the monotonous, repetitive view of the ever-descending spire and spiral staircase, there were no surprises.

Round and round.

Scott even felt a little sleepy.

Bored, he began experimenting with harmless spells inside the magic barrier, in a wandless and silent manner.

Round and round.

Rimbaud couldn't help but ask, "Are we entering the ninth level of hell?"

“Yeah,” Scott yawned, “and maybe we’ll even see Satan.”

And so, after a long time, about three hours later, Scott finally saw a new view.

A magnificent temple built of huge stones.

Or rather, a temple built with a colossal stone statue integrated into the architecture.

The temple is shaped like a tall chair with a huge human figure sitting on it.

One-eyed, with a long beard.

Wearing an eagle helmet and golden armor.

He held a long spear and wore a gold ring on his hand.

Scott stared in awe at the colossal statue, which stood a hundred meters tall, and quickly made a judgment.

"It's a statue of Odin!"

Yes, it is the statue of Odin.

The spear in his hand is Gungnir, the spear of eternity, and the golden ring on his hand is the Dropnir Ring.

His throne is the supreme throne that overlooks the nine worlds.

At his feet were two ferocious wolves, Kili and Kulich.

Two ravens, Fokkin and Wuni, perched on his shoulders.

Chapter 502 Defeating Odin's Pet

"Odin?"

Rimbaud's tone was filled with shock.

Is this God?

Scott remained silent.

No wonder Rimbaud was shocked; even he was somewhat speechless.

That enormous statue in the distance is truly awe-inspiring.

Although the statue of Odin standing before them appeared to be carved from white marble, devoid of any other color, it exuded divinity and majesty.

The moment I saw it, I had only one feeling—

I finally understand what God is like.

It is arguably more perfect than any sculpture Scott has ever seen.

Scott had no doubt that if this statue were to appear in the outside world, its artistic value, which could be identified at a glance, would cause a frenzy among countless people.

Those world-renowned sculptures, whether it's David or the Venus de Milo, pale in comparison to this statue.

After a long while, Rimbaud asked again, "What is the connection between this and the 'Odin Stone' that disappeared from the Stennes Standing Stone?"

"Who knows?"

Scott also came to his senses and smiled slightly.

"Of course, we can only know after we explore it."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Come, Sirena, take me into the temple!"

Sirein, controlling the water sphere, flicked his tail and increased his swimming speed.

As they drew closer, the enormous statues they faced appeared even more magnificent.

Even the two ferocious wolves lying at Odin's feet required Scott to look up at them.

The originally enormous water sphere was now barely the size of a wolf's paw.

“It’s terrifying.” Rimbaud looked up at the wolf sculpture. “It looks just like the real thing.”

Scott nodded.

Indeed, although they are stone carvings, these two ferocious wolves look incredibly lifelike, with even the individual hairs clearly visible.

They all had their eyes closed, seemingly dozing off, looking relaxed and at ease. But even through several layers of protection, Scott could still feel the menacing aura and the immense pressure emanating from them.

The water sphere continued to float forward, gradually approaching the steps located beneath the Supreme Throne.

Suddenly, Scott sensed a strong surge of magical energy, as if something was awakening.

Before he could react, the two ferocious wolves opened their eyes simultaneously.

Their gazes were fixed on Scott in the water sphere, which sent a shiver down his spine and made him feel a chill run down his spine.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Scott took a deep breath, suppressing the fear that came over him as a conditioned reflex.

The two ferocious wolves that had been lying on the ground slowly stood up, and Scott, who had been sitting cross-legged in the magic barrier, also stood up.

He looked up at the statue of Odin and found that it was not moving at all.