The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"The Vatican could never find this place."

"We plan to continue our research here, hoping to one day make a comeback and realize our ideals."

“After that, we lived here for more than ten years.”

"But in the end, we had a disagreement."

In the painting, Ravenclaw says, "Some people want to go back and fulfill their dreams themselves, while others pin their hopes on an uncertain future."

“You’re right, ma’am,” Mr. Jeffrey said admiringly. “You’re very perceptive.”

Scott asked him, "So, whose side are you on?"

“Me?” Mr. Jeffrey laughed. “I choose the future.”

Scott glanced at the ruins again. "You had a conflict because of a disagreement?"

Mr. Jeffrey paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Yes, I had a conflict with my partners."

He looked at Scott and spoke in a heavy tone.

"At that time, some people thought that more than ten years had passed, and the outside world must be safe by now."

"They wanted to change their original plans; they couldn't wait to leave and get back into the crowd."

"They want to make 'Agast' grow stronger again and fulfill the school's long-held aspirations."

"But I don't agree."

“A behemoth like the Vatican cannot be changed in more than ten years.”

"We do not have the strength to confront the Vatican, so we can only place our hopes on the future."

"But out of the five people, I was the only one who chose the future."

Upon hearing this, Scott understood something.

He looked at Mr. Jeffrey in surprise, "You..."

“Yes,” Mr. Jeffrey confirmed his guess, “I killed them.”

"what……"

Helena let out a small gasp.

Mr. Jeffrey floated to the pile of ruins.

"Because of the battle between us, this place was completely destroyed."

"Why?" Helena couldn't help but ask.

Why kill them?

Mr. Jeffrey turned around.

"At that time, their desire to leave this place was irresistible."

“I can’t watch over them every second and stop them from leaving.”

“And once they leave, they may be captured by the Vatican.”

“In that case, all of our arrangements for the ‘Agastarian’ school could be exposed to the guys at the Vatican.”

"Killing them is the best option."

Helena said, "You can't be sure that someone will be able to successfully carry on your ideals in the future."

"Yes, I'm not sure."

Mr. Jeffrey spoke calmly.

“Even so, I am unwilling to let the knowledge belonging to ‘Agast’ fall into the hands of the Papacy.”

At this point, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

"They might use 'Yuktrashir' to create a fake paradise."

"That would make me want to vomit!"

Scott began, "Judging from your current appearance, you also died in that battle with your comrades."

"Yes, I killed all four of them, but I didn't last much longer myself."

Mr. Jeffrey nodded in agreement.

"Because I wanted to see the future, I chose to become a ghost after I died, and I have been waiting here for more than a thousand years."

"So that's how it is."

Scott made no comment on Mr. Jeffrey's account of the past.

It's all ancient history, more than a thousand years ago. Whether it's true or false, it means nothing to him.

All he wants is that knowledge, and that might require Mr. Jeffrey to lead the way.

"So, is that knowledge still preserved?" he asked directly. "Am I qualified to obtain that knowledge?"

“Show me, Scott.”

Mr. Jeffrey said to Scott.

“Show us what you’ve learned about 'Yuktrahiel' and 'Gungnir'!”

Scott nodded and raised his wand.

"Yuktrashir!"

White initial runes formed a tree-like pattern, hovering over Mr. Jeffrey's head.

Mr. Jeffrey looked up at the runes but did not move away.

With a flash of white light, his figure and the runes vanished.

After a while, Scott waved his wand again.

"Nidhogg!"

The black initial runes form the pattern of a dragon.

The "black dragon" opened its mouth and began to devour, tearing open the alternate dimension that Scott had just created.

Mr. Jeffrey reappears.

"good."

He smiled and clapped.

"I have mastered both 'Yuktrasil' and the anti-spell 'Nidhogg' very well."

Scott raised his wand again.

“Gangnier”.

The golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

A fist-sized hole appeared in the head of the giant statue next to it.

"Flames are raging!"

"Gangniel!"

"A sudden whirlwind!"

"Gangniel!"

"Clear water like a spring!"

"Gangniel!"

"The house collapsed and the ground subsided!"

"Gangniel!"

Scott then demonstrated "Gungnir," which consisted of the four elements of fire, wind, water, and earth, causing massive secondary damage to the surrounding ruins.

Then he put away his wand and looked at Mr. Jeffrey.

"Oh, you've passed, Scott."

Mr. Jeffrey looked very satisfied.

"However, you still need to be careful of the Papacy."

“The Papacy no longer exists,” Scott said with a smile.

Mr. Jeffrey's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Scott nodded. "To be more precise, the Vatican has long since lost its supernatural powers and has no records of wizards and magic."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Mr. Jeffrey turned around and floated into the pyramid.

"Come with me, and I will give you everything."

Scott exchanged a glance with the Ravenclaw tutor in the painting and followed behind Mr. Jeffrey.

Chapter 539 Mr. Jeffrey the Actor

Stepping through the collapsed gate and into the darkness inside the pyramid, Scott once again took out the magic lamp.

He tapped the lamp wall with his finger, making the light from the magic lamp brighter.

The soft, non-glaring light illuminated the interior scene, but also cast huge shadows on the walls.

Scott walked up to the wall and carefully examined the ancient writings left on it.

"This is what I left behind before I died."

Mr. Jeffrey floated silently to his side.

"I worry that even if I become a ghost, I won't be able to survive until the day someone else appears."

Scott remained silent.