The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The target, of course, is the ice palace at the foot of the distant iceberg.

"I have never seen such a view before."

Helena floated to the window and looked outside through the clear glass.

"In my nearly thousand-year-long memory, besides the Ravenclaw family castle and Hogwarts Castle where I grew up, there is only that forest in Albania."

Scott told her, “As far as I know, ghosts are not bound to one place. At Sir Nicholas’s anniversary party, almost all the ghosts of England attended.”

You're right.

Helena glanced back at him.

"The only one bound by Hogwarts is Peeves, because he is a troublemaker who can only exist because of the school."

Scott added, "But neither you nor any of the other ghosts rarely leave Hogwarts. Is there a reason for that?"

“There’s no particular reason,” Helena said. “Ghosts are the spirits of the old days. We’re all homeless now, and Hogwarts is our home.”

“That makes sense,” Scott laughed.

Helena added, "But other ghosts don't stay in Hogwarts Castle all the time. In short, ghosts have their own social activities, it's just that I've never participated in any activities outside of Hogwarts."

She looked out the window again.

"Looking back now, I realize I was trapped there by myself."

As she spoke, she laughed.

"I never imagined that I, who was always being foolish in life, would continue to be foolish in death. I'm still not like the great Ravenclaw's daughter."

"If you're not my daughter, then who is?"

Ravenclaw's voice rang out.

Just now, as Helena was reflecting on her own situation, Scott placed the [blank small picture frame] he was carrying on the table next to him.

"Mother……"

Helena became a little embarrassed.

"Alright, Helena, you don't need to feel too much."

"Ravenclaw said gently."

"Even if you have become a ghost, you can still have entirely new experiences. I hope that when the day comes that you are completely gone, there will be no more regrets in my heart."

"I will, Mother."

Helena nodded solemnly.

"So, let's talk about the current situation."

In the painting, Ravenclaw is looking at Scott.

"Yes, mentor..."

Scott began to describe the current situation.

He and Ravenclaw then continued to discuss the problems encountered in the practical application of the super-magic "Yuktrasil".

Scott is not yet able to use this super magic freely. His previous use of it during transformations was only a simplified version, which merely served to expand the space.

As for the direct casting of this super magic, Scott had practiced it many times, but unfortunately the effect was not ideal.

Although he could create spaces out of thin air, the spaces he created were extremely small, so small that they were even too small to be carried as personal belongings.

It's only the size of a fist.

A space of this size is undoubtedly useless.

As for the subsequent progress, it's not just a matter of grinding for proficiency.

Magic is not a martial art; it cannot be memorized by the body or form muscle memory.

Magic, in essence, is the application of knowledge, and one must understand its underlying principles.

The deeper your understanding, the better you will be at using magic.

Unfortunately, Ravenclaw tutors can't offer much help in this regard either.

After all, Ravenclaw had no experience in this area during his lifetime.

Magical images are merely copies and generally cannot learn new things from them.

In this respect, the magical portraits of Ravenclaw mentors are already considered an anomaly, but they are still far inferior to the real Ravenclaw herself.

Time flies when you're exploring and learning.

The sled came to a stop.

"We've arrived."

Helena, who had been staring out the window, spoke up to remind her.

"Have we arrived?"

Scott stood up from the sofa, waved his hand, and made the Ravenclaw picture frame fly up and float beside him.

"Then let's go out and take a look."

He walked to the door, cast a bubble-head spell on himself, and then opened the door.

A biting cold wind rushed in instantly.

Scott looked up at the ice palace that was so close at hand.

This ice palace covers a vast area and has a rugged design. It is entirely made up of enormous square blocks of ice, with no decorations on the surface, only layers of long icicles hanging from it.

At this moment, the sled was facing the high steps in front of the Ice Palace gate.

"Let me go take a look."

Helena said to Scott.

"I should be able to go in directly. You can go in after I confirm the internal security and figure out the route."

“No need,” Scott shook his head. “You just need to look at the first space behind the door, and then you can come out. We can explore it in stages.”

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

With that, Helena floated off the sled, floated up the steps, and passed smoothly through the tightly closed gates of the Ice Palace.

Scott stood still and waited.

Not long after, Helena came out of the gate and returned to the sled.

"It's shrouded in mystery."

She told Scott.

"The fog is too thick; it will definitely obstruct your vision, and I don't know if the fog will be harmful to you."

"In that case..."

Scott closed the door, took out a necklace made of two golden acorns from the lizard skin bag and hung it around his neck, then took out a small alpaca skull and hung it around his waist.

Then he cast an armor spell, completely enveloping himself in a magical barrier.

The magic barrier remained a complete sphere, with Scott standing in the center, Rimbaud resting on his left shoulder, and Ravenclaw's picture frame floating to his right.

“That should solve the problem,” he said. “Let’s try to break through the fog first. If that doesn’t work, we’ll just have to go in directly. Of course, even if my vision is blocked, I can still use my magical senses to find my way.”

With that, he pushed the door open again and jumped off the sled.

He looked up and walked up the long staircase.

Helena floated beside him.

“Let me go in first,” she said. “I’ll warn you if there’s any danger.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.” Scott nodded.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the gate.

Scott reached out and tried to push the door through the magical barrier, but the heavy door wouldn't budge.

After thinking for a moment, he turned and looked down the steps.

The four sled dogs untied their bridles, ran up the steps, and then worked together to push the gate.

With their help, the door was finally pushed open.

Scott saw the dense fog Helena had described.

Behind the door was a thick, condensed, gray mist that refused to dissipate.

"Fluorescent flashing".

Scott raised his hand, and the tip of his wand lit up.

But the light from the Illumination Spell couldn't penetrate the fog at all.

Scott increased the magical output, even making the light blinding, but the mist still occupied every corner of the space behind the door, blocking out all the light.

Next, Scott swept the inside of the doorway with a whirlwind.

Unfortunately, the spell failed to clear away the gray fog.

Undeterred, Scott tried the Hurricane Curse again.

The wind howled and the gray fog surged, but it never thinned out.

"Flames are raging!"

Scott waved his wand again.

A raging fire immediately appeared outside the magic barrier.

Scott moved his wand, manipulating the flames to burn even more fiercely, while simultaneously spreading into the gray mist.

Faced with the scorching flames, the gray mist finally receded slowly.

"So the weakness of this mist is fire?" Helena said with delight.

"Then let the flames burn even more fiercely!"

Scott waved his wand wildly.