The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott jumped down decisively and landed on the ground.

He knelt on one knee, looking up at the two enormous stone crows that were also swooping down.

"Since we can't destroy them..."

He flipped his right hand, turned the wand upside down, and pressed it against the stone ground.

"...Then let's bind them tightly!"

Centered on the wand, silver began to spread across the dark ground.

Scott transformed the stones within a radius of dozens of meters into titanium alloy, the material used to create Rimbaud.

The next moment, these titanium alloys formed countless huge chains that shot into the sky, binding the two swooping stone crows.

The stone raven, its body bound by chains, fell straight onto the titanium alloy ground with a loud crash.

The chains coiled and tightened themselves like a giant python, eventually connecting end to end to form a huge lock that firmly held the chains in place.

"Gah!"

"quack……"

Completely trapped, the stone crow struggled violently and began to roll around.

"It's not over yet!"

Scott's wand did not move, and the tip of the wand once again emitted white light.

The next moment, the four corners of the titanium alloy floor bulged up, forming four incredibly thick pillars.

Splash...

Several chains shot up again, first wrapping around the four pillars several times, and then flying towards the stone crow.

Click!

Click!

These chains touched the chains binding the stone raven, forming a huge lock again, and then fastened.

As more and more chains flew out, the bound stone crow completely lost any possibility of moving.

"Quack quack..."

Upon seeing this, Rimbaud, standing behind Scott, let out a gloating laugh.

Scott didn't laugh.

He stood up and looked warily at the magnificent statue of Odin.

He only smiled slowly when he saw that Odin's one eye, which had returned to normal, had not turned golden again for a long time.

"I see, it seems I've found the right strategy."

He said with great pleasure.

"Oh, congratulations, Scott," Rimbaud said, equally pleased. "Now let's go take care of those two wolves!"

Scott nodded and turned to look in the other direction.

The two ferocious wolves were howling fiercely, seemingly trying to rush over to rescue the two stone crows.

But despite the tireless efforts of the four "summoned beasts," the ferocious wolf was unable to shake off their entanglement.

Scott spun around and instantly appeared at the edge of their battle arena, kneeling on one knee and repeating his previous tactic.

The two wolves noticed his movements and, as if they possessed true intelligence, their attacks became incredibly fierce. They even leaped high into the air, trying to stop him.

But Scott's "summoned beasts" also began to fight desperately, even going so far as to directly collide with them with their bodies to buy Scott time.

As the ground turned silver again, thick chains shot into the sky, and two ferocious wolves howled as they turned and fled towards the temple.

"It's too late!"

Scott shouted, and silver titanium chains darted through the air, weaving into a net to block their path.

Front, back, left, and right, layer upon layer.

Soon, layers of chains bound their limbs and bodies, and then tightened inch by inch.

Scott conjured up four even thicker pillars, linked them together with chains, and locked them firmly, making them unable to move at all.

After doing all this, he stood up again, felt the still surging magic power within him, and laughed happily.

In the past, he wouldn't have been able to perform such a large-scale transformation so easily, let alone have any energy left over.

"Scott, you're right, the idols didn't save them!"

Rimbaud shouted behind him.

Scott looked up at the unmoved statue.

"I wonder if I've passed the test?"

As he spoke, he looked up at the high steps, below the supreme throne, at the temple gate.

"It seems the only way to find out is to go in and investigate."

Chapter 503 Ancient Super Magic for Creating Worlds

As Scott gazed up at the temple gates, four "summoned beasts" plus Rimbaud, five enormous creatures, stood in a row behind him.

Oh, of course, Sirein is not capable of standing.

"Let's go!"

Instead of taking any other action, Scott began to walk step by step up the stairs.

Since it was a temple after all, he decided to give it some face and walk.

Ignoring the low growls emanating from the chained wolf behind him, he slowly climbed the steps.

The "summoned beasts" followed closely behind him.

Fortunately, the steps were wide enough that even with five enormous creatures side by side, it didn't feel crowded.

The steps and statues may seem insignificant in comparison, but it still took quite a while to climb them.

When Scott finally stood before the gate, the statue standing above him stirred again.

He turned around and watched as the sacred golden light spilled across the square.

The chains and pillars he used to bind the stone crows and the fierce wolves melted away in the golden light, and the ground turned back into rock.

Having regained their freedom, the stone crow and the ferocious wolf showed no intention of attacking him again.

They simply returned to their original positions, transforming back into motionless stone sculptures.

After witnessing this scene, Scott turned around again and looked at the door in front of him.

The two large metal doors, which require looking up, are engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns.

Scott glanced at the carvings and discovered that they depicted the World Tree and the gods from Norse mythology, as well as the nine realms connected by the World Tree.

Odin, seated high on the highest throne, is undoubtedly at the very center.

Scott reached out and pushed hard.

The heavy door was pushed open.

He withdrew his hand, and Golza and Sirein each stepped forward, pushing open the two doors completely.

puff!

The sounds of flames burning rang out in unison.

Inside the gate, flames ignited one after another on the massive stone pillars on both sides of the temple, completely illuminating the magnificent temple.

Tap, tap tap.

Scott's footsteps echoed in the empty temple.

He took a few steps forward, then stopped, his gaze drawn to a group of sculptures deep inside the hall.

This sculpture group consists of thick, gnarled tree branches and statues of gods hanging upside down from the trees.

Clearly, the sculpture depicts the scene in Norse mythology where Odin, after drinking from the Well of Wisdom, hangs himself upside down from a tree for nine days and nine nights to prepare for Ragnarok, thus comprehending the origin of magic—the runes.

Coming to his senses, Scott started walking forward again.

This time, he also took an interest in examining the entire temple.

Unlike the exquisite and ornate churches of the Vatican, this Temple of Odin appears much more primitive and rugged in style, with not much decoration.

He walked through the temple and finally came to the "Hanged Man" sculpture, looking up at the statue's perpetually closed eyes.

There doesn't seem to be anything here?

"It's Rimbaud, who's following behind him, said in a low voice."

"Ah."

Scott responded, looked around, but didn't find any other passages.

"How are we going to get out?" Rimbaud asked. "With the key?"

"Not urgent."

Scott looked up at the statue again and took a few more steps forward.

Instantly, the ground he was standing on began to sink, and water gushed out.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud shouted anxiously.

"I am fine."

Scott responded, standing in the surging water.

At this point, the ground had stopped sinking, but it was only about a meter high.

The water gushed out from beneath his feet and quickly filled most of the pool, submerging his shoulders.

No, you're trapped!