The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"You should know that even the real Rowena herself has no right to threaten me."

Ravenclaw in the painting doesn't argue; he simply smiles slightly.

Slytherin said, "You are just as detestable as Rowena herself, a haughty woman who considers herself intelligent."

As he spoke, he looked at Scott.

“Your student is different from you. He would have a better future if he were in Slytherin.”

Scott said, "Thank you for your kind words, but unfortunately my parents are both Muggles, which isn't a good fit for Slytherin."

Slytherin frowned.

He turned to look at Medea as she approached, and asked with great dissatisfaction, "A thousand years have passed, and the power of the Holy See can still threaten wizards?"

Medea shook her head. "No, the Vatican has lost its supernatural weapons and its memories of wizards. Now they can only influence Muggles."

Slytherin then turned to Scott and asked, "Since the Papacy is no longer a threat, why does Slytherin House still have requirements regarding bloodlines?"

“It’s probably because of tradition,” Scott shrugged.

"madness."

Slytherin gave a very brief assessment.

However, he quickly gave up on dwelling on it.

“Forget it,” he said. “I’ve long since lost interest in these things.”

He said nothing more and flew directly toward King Arthur's tombstone.

Medea stood in front of Scott, smiling, and said, "If you want to stop it, it's not too late."

"Why should we stop it?" Scott smiled back at her.

"I'm glad you don't regret it."

Medea withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the tombstone.

Aaron, however, stayed behind.

He sat down in the empty chair as if he knew the place well, looked at Scott, and then at Savannah.

"You still say you didn't seduce my sister?" he said to Scott with a grin.

Before Scott could say anything, Savannah stood up, picked up her long wooden staff, and smashed it hard against his head.

"what……"

Aaron shouted exaggeratedly, rolled off his chair onto the floor, and scrambled to avoid the long wooden stick.

"Stop hitting me! I was wrong!"

He shouted and got up to run towards Medea's retreating figure.

Because Savannah didn't chase after him, he took a step and then turned back to make a face.

Scott and Savannah ignored him, and he followed Medea toward the tombstone.

At this moment, Slytherin had arrived above the pure white tombstone.

The black mist that formed the head dispersed, churned, and turned into pure black mist.

The blackness in the fog is growing thicker and thicker.

Medea walked to the tombstone and stretched out her left hand.

The white bone pierced the skin of her palm.

She grasped the piece of bone in her right hand and pulled the pale white bone wand from the flesh in her palm.

Aaron also took off the short wooden staff hanging from his waist.

The two moved to the left and right, standing beside the tombstone.

"Now!"

Scott heard Slytherin's command.

Medea and Aaron both waved their wands at the tombstone.

A red beam of light and a green beam of light intersected, forming a white lightning bolt.

Boom!

A white lightning bolt struck the pristine white tombstone, leaving a charred mark.

Boom!

Boom!

Lightning struck the tombstone repeatedly.

Is it really okay to look like this?

Savannah was somewhat restless.

"That's King Arthur's tombstone!"

She glared angrily at Medea and Aaron's actions.

Scott said, "We are not subjects of King Arthur, nor have we sworn allegiance to him."

Even Merlin didn't stop it, so what business is it of his, a person from later generations?

"But……"

Savannah still couldn't bear to watch.

Scott shook his head at her.

Boom!

The lightning kept flashing.

Gradually, a crack appeared on the thick tombstone.

The cracks gradually widened and spread, soon covering the entire tombstone.

Boom!

With another flash of lightning, the tombstone of the Eternal King collapsed with a deafening roar.

Chapter 562 The Eternal King's "Legacy"

Medea and Aaron retrieved their wands.

The black mist that had been hovering above the tombstone now burrowed into the collapsed tombstone and quickly disappeared.

What followed was a period of silence.

Savannah murmured to herself, "Are King Arthur's remains really here, and what secrets do they hold?"

“Just keep watching and you’ll find out,” Scott said.

Savannah asked, "If you don't stop it now, aren't you afraid you won't be able to fight back later?"

“It’s just a gamble,” Scott said calmly. “Even if we lose in the end, I can still save our lives.”

Savannah was starting to get anxious.

"What's the point of saving your life if you lose too much?"

Scott smiled and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Savannah looked up at him.

Scott said, "Since you're worried, let's go take a look."

"Alright."

Savannah nodded, stood up, and reached out to grasp the long wooden staff.

The two left the tables and chairs in the sea of ​​flowers and walked slowly toward the tombstone.

Meanwhile, Medea and Aaron watched them from afar until they approached.

Medea raised her wand, and a beam of red light flew out, striking Scott's feet and turning a cluster of vibrant flowers into flying dust.

“Stop, Scott.”

Medea pointed her wand at Scott.

“I warned you earlier, but you didn’t stop me. It’s too late now.”

Aaron chuckled and said, "We'll do everything we can to stop you."

Scott looked at the shattered tombstones and the deep, dark openings beneath them.

He took a deep breath, as if sniffing something.

“Such a potent magic,” he said. “It’s truly astonishing.”

He could sense that an exceptionally powerful magical force was brewing in the hole beneath the tombstone.

Even before that magic power erupted, the mere leakage of some magical fluctuations was enough to send chills down one's spine.

“We were just curious and wanted to get a closer look,” he said.

Medea, however, kept pointing her white bone wand at him, saying, "Just stay there."

Scott reached out a hand to stop Savannah.

"it is good."

He agreed readily.

"But……"

Savannah frowned.

"It's okay."

Scott gave her a reassuring smile.

Savannah looked into his eyes, and although she hesitated for a moment, she nodded.