The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Feeling lost?

He thought back for a moment.

"I used to only want to be the freest wizard, not to be held back by anyone or anything. That was probably a sign of my confusion."

Savannah smiled. "There will always be things in this world that hold you back, and there will only be more and more of them."

"you're right."

Scott's tone became much more relaxed.

"Parents, relatives, friends, teachers... the more I receive, the more ties I have, and I can't give them up."

"I once wanted freedom too."

"Sawana said softly."

“I even want to shed my druid identity and become a real wizard.”

Scott said, "But you still chose to take responsibility."

“I once hated my grandfather who forced me to become a priest, and I also hated my relatives who had high hopes for me. The pressure was suffocating me.”

At this point, Savannah smiled with relief.

"But when I truly became a priest and learned all the history of the druids, I understood what I should do without anyone urging me to."

She raised her hand to stop Scott from speaking, and continued, "Do you know why I was so crazy about you back then?"

Scott was a little embarrassed. "That's an exaggeration. You're not crazy."

Savannah smiled again. "That's because I won't go crazy in front of you."

"Uh……"

Scott didn't know how to respond.

But Savannah continued talking to herself.

"Because you're like the wind, you seem so free."

“You are different from the other young wizards at Hogwarts. You don’t like to be constrained and you always find a way to easily do what you want.”

"That version of you is something I admire immensely."

Scott said softly, "But you know, it's because of confusion."

“I only figured this out later,” Savannah said. “I couldn’t see it at the time.”

Scott said, "It seems we've all grown up."

“I will never like you like that again, but I want to thank you. For me, those feelings of liking were a sweet dream.”

Savannah extended her hand.

“Now, I would like to work with you on behalf of the druids to create a new world where only magic exists.”

Chapter 558 Thorns and the Silent Forest

Ymir strode through the swamp.

Wherever it goes, swamps turn into glaciers.

The Green Knight never appeared again.

Before nightfall, Scott and Savannah finally saw the island ahead.

Scott asked, "You call it Apple Island?"

Savannah nodded.

"But my knowledge of the island is not very detailed."

She looked at the island, which appeared dim under the afterglow of the setting sun.

“Even the ancestors who served the Fairy Queen lived only in the oak forests on the outskirts of Avalon.”

“It’s alright,” Scott said with a smile. “Unknown adventures can be quite interesting.”

Soon, Ymir approached the edge of the island.

At Scott's command, it stopped using its freezing ability.

"It seems the best way is to fly there."

Scott stood on Ymir's shoulders, looking down at the ground.

There were no roads at the edge of the island; as far as the eye could see, there were only dense thickets of thorns, with no gaps whatsoever.

The thorny vines were dark green, leafless, and covered with dense, sharp thorns.

Savannah said, "I think Ymir could just walk over there, and freezing is also very effective for plants."

Scott shook his head.

“Ymir must go back. The journey has been very costly. Only after we return can it automatically replenish the mana it has consumed. Otherwise, it will require my mana.”

Of course, using [magic crystals] and gems containing magic power is also an option, but Scott felt it was better to save money where possible.

"I'll give it a try first."

He drew his wand and summoned another raven.

The crow cawed once, then flapped its wings and flew forward.

But those thorns that were originally still soon began to move.

The vines, like a swarm of snakes, instantly wrapped the poor crow into the thicket of thorns, leaving only a few feathers to fall out.

"What if it flies high enough?"

Scott prepared to summon another raven and have it fly over from high above.

"Need not."

Savannah reached out and stopped him.

Scott turned to look at her. "Do you have any good ideas?"

Savannah laughed.

"Don't forget, I am a druid priest."

With that, she jumped off Ymir's shoulder, carrying her long wooden staff.

She did not transform into a bird.

With a flash of white light, she seemed to have used some kind of magic, her body becoming like a cat's, quickly adjusting her balance in the air, and landing with exceptionally light feet.

As she approached the thicket of thorns, the vines began to stir again.

"Let's be quiet."

Savannah picked up her long wooden staff and plunged it heavily into the soil.

The scattered green light danced and spread like fireflies, landing in the thicket of thorns, and the thorny vines quickly quieted down.

Unlike the grim and eerie green of the Killing Curse, Savannah's magic produces a green that resembles the color of a forest—vibrant, fresh, and pleasant.

"Get out of the way."

Savannah walked straight ahead.

As she moved forward, the vines stirred again, making way for her through the thorns.

Savannah turned around and looked up at Scott.

"You can get down now."

"it is good."

Scott responded and also jumped off Ymir's shoulder.

The black cloak behind him billowed up like wings, carrying him gently to the ground.

At the same time, Ymir's enormous body transformed from solid to ethereal, turning into slowly flowing ice-blue light before finally disappearing into the air.

"Let's go."

Savannah walked forward, leaning on her long wooden cane, with Scott following behind her.

“We’d better get through this thicket of thorns before nightfall,” Savannah said. “Otherwise, they won’t be as obedient once the moon comes out.”

"Oh?" Scott asked curiously, "Is there any explanation for this?"

"There is only one plant in this thicket of thorns: the moon vine."

Savannah explained as she walked.

"These magical plants are very aggressive. Although druids can control them, the only exception is on moonlit nights. If it is under the moonlight, they will go berserk."

"Even you can't control yourself?" Scott asked again.

Savannah thought for a moment, seemingly making an assessment.

After a while, she said, "If it were a moonlit night, I should be able to suppress them, but not completely control them."

Scott said, "What if we go over from high altitudes?"

He still hadn't given up on his earlier idea.

In his view, flying there might be more direct and easier.

"The skies of Avalon belong to its territory."

Savannah looked up at the sky, which was tinged orange by the sunset.

"It might be more dangerous there than on the ground."

"it?"

Scott looked up as well, but there was nothing in the sky except for the colorful clouds.

Savannah said, "The dragon I'm talking about doesn't have a name in the family records, but the notes left by our ancestors warn us not to fly over the sacred land. Of course, this could just be a legend."

“A dragon?” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Do dragons really live that long?”