The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Voldemort wants to replace Harry and be reborn.

Salazar Slytherin wanted to devour him, the "non-existent one," in order to resist the erosion of fate.

It's not surprising that there's another Mr. Jeffrey now.

“Never mind,” Mr. Jeffrey shook his head. “I’m not interested in other people’s business.”

His figure flickered, becoming increasingly transparent until it disappeared.

Then another Mr. Jeffrey emerged from a hide scroll on the stone shelf.

Although his body was still translucent, it was no longer the white color unique to ghosts.

Although his features were blurry, Scott could still tell that he was very old.

Clearly, Mr. Jeffrey did not die in his youth, but rather of old age.

“A soul?” Scott recognized his current state. “You also created a Horcrux?”

Mr. Jeffrey did not deny it, and said in a hoarse, aged voice, "Yes, the only way to maintain immortality is through Horcruxes."

Scott asked with great interest, "So, what was the truth back then?"

"I regret it."

Mr. Jeffrey said in a sighing voice.

"When you're young, you're willing to die for your ideals out of sheer passion."

"But as time went by, I began to find it unbearable to live a dull and barren life here, and to live a life where I could see the end of the road at a glance."

Helena exclaimed, "So you were the one who wanted to leave!"

"it's me."

Mr. Jeffrey readily admitted it.

"But my ideas were met with unanimous opposition from my companions. I wanted to have all the knowledge of the school, and they were afraid that the Papacy would get it all."

"Even if I wanted to give up my ideals and live in anonymity, they wouldn't dare to take any risks."

"They will only rigidly follow the orders of the school's leader and place their hopes on a vague and uncertain future."

"But the future is too far away. Even if there have been prophecies, we will never be able to wait until the moment the prophecies come true."

Scott shuddered at the mention of prophecies. "Another prophecy?"

"Yes, it was the last prophecy made by a prophet of the school before his death during a critical moment in the battle against the Papacy."

Mr. Jeffrey told Scott.

“Even if ‘Agast’ disappears, our ideals will not be extinguished. Future generations will inherit our legacy and complete our unfinished ideals.”

"It was precisely because of this unwavering belief in the prophecy that the leader of the school allowed us to leave with the research materials, preserving the school's legacy in the secret realm."

"That's why my companions have stayed here without complaint, silently waiting to grow old."

At this point, he let out a few unpleasant laughs.

Do you think we would have made this choice if there hadn't been a prophecy?

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

This prophecy didn't affect him at all.

He was originally prepared to inherit the legacy of "Agast" and fulfill that great ideal.

Although this contradicts his previous idea of ​​only caring about himself.

Although he had assured Medea that he would never establish any troublesome organization.

But he has gladly accepted his transformation.

At that moment, Scott heard Helena ask, "Did you really kill your companion?"

"Yes."

Mr. Jeffrey maintained his acknowledgment.

Helena then asked, "Then why couldn't you leave?"

"Ha ha……"

Mr. Jeffrey let out another unpleasant laugh.

“My companions, they are all outstanding wizards.”

"Because my sneak attack injured them, I gained the upper hand in the fight."

"But they are not easily defeated even when they are injured."

"Seeing that victory was hopeless, they simply joined forces to sacrifice all their lives and power, completely sealing off the entrance and exit of the secret realm, which made it impossible for me to open the spatial passage again."

"what?"

Rimbaud, who had been quiet all along, became anxious upon hearing this and suddenly started shouting.

"Scott, are we stuck getting out of here?"

“Obviously not,” Scott said with a smile. “We’ve come in, haven’t we? A thousand years have passed; the blockade should have disappeared by now.”

Helena also said, "Otherwise, it would be pointless for Mr. Jeffrey to possess Scott's body."

Rimbaud then asked, "Since he was already free to leave, why didn't he leave?"

Scott scoffed. "Leaving like this, a lost soul? His dying arrangements are right here; he was obviously planning to wait until the 'vessel' arrived before leaving."

Upon hearing him openly label himself a "container," Mr. Jeffrey let out another sly laugh.

Scott asked directly, "You must have other arrangements, Mr. Jeffrey?"

"Yes, I haven't failed yet."

Mr. Jeffrey's spirit began to emit a blood-red light.

"Thank you for listening to me. Now you have nowhere to run, Scott."

As soon as he finished speaking, the patterns on the ground in front of Scott lit up with a red light.

Soon, strange blood-red patterns appeared on the surrounding walls.

A translucent chain appeared from the air.

Several chains were connected at one end to the ground beneath Scott's feet, forming a circle, and at the other end to the walls in various directions.

"Gah..."

Rimbaud cried out and flew off Scott's shoulder.

Scott looked like a poor worm trapped in a spider web.

"Even if you know 'Yuktrasil', you can't escape."

Mr. Jeffrey floated up to Scott.

“A larger magical ritual has been initiated, and my arrangements have sealed off all the space.”

"Scott, watch out!"

Helena reached out to grab Scott, but her hand passed right through his body.

"I'm fine, Helena."

Scott's expression remained calm as his body slowly became transparent.

"This is nothing but an illusion."

Mr. Jeffrey finally lost his composure and shouted, "When?"

Scott laughed and said, "Of course, before you step into this studio."

Helena said happily, "Oh, even I didn't notice. Luckily you were prepared, Scott."

"It's ok!"

Mr. Jeffrey started screaming.

"As long as you remain inside this pyramid, you cannot escape my ritual capture!"

With that, he flew out the door like a gust of wind.

Chapter 540 I will definitely win

"no!"

Mr. Jeffrey lingered at the door.

"no!"

Then, he flew to the top of the stairs.

"where is it?"

He searched for Scott like a madman.

boom!

Just then, accompanied by a loud explosion, a huge hole appeared in one side of the pyramid's wall.

With the wall breached, Mr. Jeffrey's magical ritual was rendered ineffective.

The red lights that were everywhere flashed for a moment, then went out.

"Here."

Outside the cave, Scott, sitting on the back of a giant golden eagle, waved to Mr. Jeffrey.

Mr. Jeffrey slowly turned around.

"Ah, so you had already run away a long time ago."

On his distorted and blurred face, only his pure white eyes without pupils stood out brightly and clearly.

Scott waved again.

The [magic mirror] and the small picture frame floating in the studio started to move, flying at an extremely fast speed through the hole in the wall to his side.