The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott nodded.

Indeed, under the warm sunshine, he felt waves of fatigue washing over him.

Back in the wooden villa built in the alternate dimension, Scott hung the Ravenclaw picture frame in the living room.

"Well then, I'm going to rest now, Helena. Please make yourself at home."

"Go."

Helena was clearly interested in the furnishings and decorations of the room and didn't look at Scott.

Scott returned to his bedroom alone, forced himself to take a shower despite feeling sleepy, changed into his pajamas, and then eagerly collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept very soundly for more than ten hours.

After getting up, he prepared a sumptuous meal for himself.

Of course, these are all semi-finished product processing.

After a hearty meal, Scott sat lazily on the sofa in the villa's garden, not wanting to move.

"Aren't you going out to take a look?"

Helena floated over.

"Perhaps the crows have returned?"

"No."

Scott remained motionless.

“They are the products of my Transfiguration, and I can roughly sense their state.”

Helena was somewhat surprised. "Could the secret realm really be that large?"

"Maybe." Scott didn't know the specifics either.

“Let me go out and take a look,” said Rimbaud, who was standing on a tree branch.

"Alright."

Scott raised his hand and grasped the Eye of Odin. The gem flashed with a faint light, and Rimbaud's figure vanished.

Helena said, "This time, perhaps just like in the Niflheim Mystery, you will have to face multiple trials to get what you want."

“I’m not afraid of trials,” Scott said with a smile. “The trials in the secret realms are no more dangerous than those in Avalon.”

“I’m also very curious about ‘Avalon’.”

Helena seems to have become completely wild, wanting to get involved in everything.

“I asked some of the more ancient ghosts, but unfortunately no one could explain what ‘Avalon’ really was.”

"Perhaps it was also an alternate dimension created by ancient wizards, just like the secret realm created by the 'Agast' school."

Scott's half-serious guess.

"Who says only wizards of the 'Agasid' school can invent stable spatial super magic?"

“That makes sense,” Helena nodded. “After all, there’s quite a bit of space magic in modern times, and the development of magic has its own set of patterns…”

At this point, she asked Scott, "Since you've met the Archmage Merlin, why don't you just ask him?"

"he?"

Scott's expression was somewhat indescribable.

"He won't tell me."

He was quite certain of that.

Merlin wouldn't mind offering him some help, but he wouldn't give him any sure-win advantage.

After all, that archmage hated a certain future the most, and what he feared most was the boredom of seeing the end from the beginning.

We should be thankful that he won't cause trouble just to "make the plot more exciting".

Helena was taken aback by Scott's confident tone, but she also believed his judgment.

"Then you'll have to rely on yourself."

“There’s nothing wrong with relying on yourself,” Scott smiled. “In fact, it might feel more reassuring.”

He stood up.

"The break is over."

He returned to the living room, removed the Ravenclaw painting frame, and went to the alchemy laboratory to hone his alchemy skills under the guidance of his Ravenclaw mentor.

Another day passed, and Scott sensed that the crows exploring the secret realm had gathered together again, so he left the [Eye of Odin] space and returned to the secret realm.

"Gah...gagga..."

Rimbaud stood atop a huge rock.

"quack……"

The crows were flying around it, taking turns reporting to it.

Scott stood below the rock, looking up, without making a sound to disturb them.

After a long while, the crows finally stopped reporting.

Scott couldn't help but rub his ears.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew down from the boulder.

"We've roughly figured it out; this secret realm has boundaries."

“I guessed so.” Scott wasn’t surprised. “If it were truly boundless, wouldn’t the new world that the Argasy school wanted to create have already succeeded?”

"That direction."

Rimbaud pointed to the side with his wing.

"There is a large underground palace entrance on the map boundary in that direction, but of course, it cannot be seen from here."

"Oh?"

Scott's eyes lit up.

"Were there no discoveries in other directions?"

Rimbaud shook his head.

Scott made the decision, "Let's head towards the underground palace over there."

Not wanting to do it himself, Scott drew his wand again and tapped it on a nearby boulder.

The boulder quickly transformed into a small house.

The magical runes on the surface of the house flickered, and the heavy little house floated in mid-air as lightly as a balloon.

Scott kept waving his wand, making the crows bigger.

Finally, he put reins on the giant crows, the long ropes connecting them to the floating houses.

A new journey begins!

With a light leap, aided by the floating cloak, he jumped into the small house.

The Magic Mirror, which was constantly recording, and the Ravenclaw picture frame floated into the small house with him.

Finally, there are Helena and Rimbaud.

"Let's go! Gaa!"

Rimbaud shouted, and the crows dragged the little house away.

"You always find a way to be lazy," Helena said, looking out the window at the bleak scenery.

Scott sat on the soft armchair and said confidently, "Laziness is the ladder of human progress."

Helena smiled and didn't continue the topic.

After a while, she spoke again, "If we want to create a new world, an environment like the Secret Realm is definitely not feasible."

“I know,” Scott nodded in agreement.

Both the Niflheim and Jotunheim realms, where they are now, are extremely harsh environments.

It's either a frozen wasteland or a pile of rocks, and no living thing can survive there for long, not even plants.

Helena added, "The Eye of Odin's space does meet the requirements, but it's too small."

"Perhaps they are facing a trade-off?" Scott speculated. "A large alien space would lose the possibility of building an ecosystem."

Helena said, "This means that you must completely surpass the 'Agasid' school wizards in your mastery of spatial supermagic in order to have the possibility of creating a new world."

"That's why I said this is not a goal that can be achieved in the short term."

Scott knew that pursuing his ideals was a long and arduous journey.

The alternate dimension he can currently create is not only small in size, but also empty.

as well as……

"That's not a feat that one person could accomplish alone."

Chapter 538 Mr. Ghost Jeffrey

While the Jotunheim Mystery is not boundless, it is still quite vast.

Scott rode in the "flying house" pulled by the crows, and it took him about ten hours to reach the edge of the secret realm.

After the flying house stopped, Scott got up, walked to the door, and jumped down. His cloak fluttered behind him as he landed lightly.

Ahead lay the same unchanging desolate landscape, seemingly suggesting that one could continue forward.

But when he reached out his hand, he immediately touched an invisible wall.

"Gah gah... gah..."

One of the crows cawed loudly a few times.