The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott then withdrew the hand that had been blocking her.

"How obedient you are, my dear sister."

Aaron made a timely sarcastic remark.

Savannah's hand holding the long wooden staff trembled, and she lowered her eyes, ignoring him.

Scott didn't even look at him, but instead said to Medea, "What about you? Aren't you going to make a move, ma'am?"

Medea's smile was flawless. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Is it because you want your father's approval?"

To annoy her, Scott adopted the attitude of a caring older brother.

"Actually, I don't quite understand. Given your achievements, if a wizard like you can't be called a genius, then what does it take to be called a genius?"

Medea's perfect expression finally underwent a slight change.

Although she quickly concealed her resentment, Scott, who had been watching her closely, noticed it.

“Of course it’s a young man like you, Scott. You’re the real genius.”

She praised Scott as if there were no reservations whatsoever.

"My achievements are nothing to brag about, because it took me a lifetime to accomplish them, and at your age, I was far less accomplished than you are now."

"You're too modest."

Scott wore a reassuring smile, which looked somewhat forced and fake.

"I was just lucky."

As he said this, he saw Medea's fingers twitch as she gripped the wand, clearly increasing the pressure.

But she continued to praise Scott, "No, you are a true genius, there's no doubt about that."

Scott earnestly engaged in a business-like exchange of compliments with her, saying, "Even geniuses cannot compare to you. To be reborn and return from a thousand years ago—such a feat is not something any ordinary wizard can accomplish."

"Stop talking, you're all geniuses."

Aaron made an exaggerated expression and even reached out to touch non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.

"I'm just an ordinary person. After all, I can't even compare to my sister who's ten years younger than me."

"As long as you know."

Savannah spoke in a cold, hard voice.

"Stop talking! I know I'm just a useless piece of trash, sob sob sob..."

Aaron started faking tears.

You're right.

Savannah frowned deeply, her face clearly showing her disgust.

"Mr. Slytherin is coming out soon."

Scott suddenly spoke up.

He looked at Medea with a smile in his eyes.

Medea looked at him for a few seconds before turning away and looking at the hole under the tombstone.

At this moment, Scott sensed that the magical fluctuations in the cave could no longer be suppressed and were about to erupt completely.

But at the critical point of the eruption, the exceptionally large fluctuation of magical power suddenly became calm.

Wisps of black mist drifted out of the cave entrance.

At first, the fog was very thin, like a semi-transparent veil.

Then, the black fog became more and more abundant, thicker and thicker, and its color became darker and darker.

Soon, like a beacon fire, it rose into the air, taller than the white tower beside it.

Waaah...

A strong wind rushed out of the cave, making a series of howling sounds.

The gale dispersed the inky black mist and lifted Medea's dark green skirt.

The black mist became translucent again, and a figure rose from the cave entrance.

The figure moved slightly, seemingly raising its hand and clenching its fist.

In an instant, all the black mist dissipated rapidly.

A young man wearing a crown and a magnificent dress is standing on fragments of a tombstone.

This was a blond, blue-eyed young man with extremely resolute and handsome features, a tall and strong body, and a calm and dignified aura.

The only flaw was that the young man's skin was completely bloodless, pale and translucent, and you could even see the dark blood vessels under his skin, adding to the eerie feeling.

"Father?" Medea tried to speak.

"Hmm." The blond, blue-eyed young man nodded.

Scott and Savannah exchanged a glance.

"He took over King Arthur's body? Was the Eternal King that young when he died?" Savannah muttered softly.

Scott shook his head.

The blond, blue-eyed young man looked at them with keen insight.

Although Savannah's voice was very soft, Slytherin still heard it.

"He certainly wasn't this young when he died."

Slytherin strolled forward.

He walked very slowly, as if he were adapting to his new body.

"But after more than a thousand years of magical nourishment, this body has become young again."

He walked to the bright silver knight's lance, reached out and drew it, weighed it in his hand, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Magic Nourishment?"

Scott was a little curious, so he asked him directly.

"Did someone make some kind of arrangement during King Arthur's burial, hoping to resurrect him?"

"It's Morgan, and the other fairies who manage Avalon."

Slytherin planted his lance on the ground, his long, fur-trimmed cloak billowing behind him.

He asked with a smile, "You've all heard the legend of the Eternal King, haven't you?"

Savannah said, "The people believe that King Arthur is not dead and that he will return to save the world."

Scott then asked, "Even if the body is well-preserved, what's the use without a soul? Can anyone snatch a soul back from the Grim Reaper?"

“They preserved his soul,” Slytherin said, “but that soul vanished a thousand years ago.”

"Did you do this?" Savannah asked.

“It was me,” Slytherin admitted readily. “I stole their work.”

Scott said, "But you can't call yourself a truly successful resurrection yet."

"Yes."

Slytherin raised his hand and clenched his fist again.

"Although I can use this body, I am not a living person now, because if I leave the magical ritual, this body will still rot like a corpse if too much time passes."

“So Father had already prepared another magical ritual,” Medea said. “If that magical ritual goes smoothly, he will be completely reborn and will also gain true immortality.”

Scott nodded. "I see. I never imagined that the great Slytherins were also seekers of immortality."

"The pursuit of immortality is not a shameful desire."

"Slytherin said calmly."

"I have been pursuing more time and have tried many methods for it, but whether it is making Horcruxes or using Philosopher's Stone to make the elixir of immortality, the results have not been satisfactory."

"What I seek is perfect immortality."

“I can understand,” Scott agreed. “Even I wouldn’t be interested in Horcruxes or elixirs of immortality.”

Slytherin laughed.

"What, do you also want to pursue immortality?"

“Not yet,” Scott said honestly. “Maybe it’s because I’m still young. Maybe I’ll start pursuing it as I get older.”

“What a pity,” Slytherin said.

Scott gave him a puzzled look.

"A genius like you, if possible, I would also like to see if you can achieve immortality. It would be nice to have someone to accompany you on this long journey."

Slytherin said it with exceptional sincerity.

"Unfortunately, because I want to gain immortality, you can only die."

Scott asked directly, "Am I, this 'non-existent person,' a component of the magical ritual you prepared?"

Slytherin nodded. "An unexpected and valuable piece of material; it's both a surprise and a delightful surprise."

“That’s an honor,” Scott said, pursing his lips.

“The magical ritual my father is preparing requires many precious materials,” Medea said. “The most important of these is a sufficient amount of the power to deflect fate.”

"I understand."

Scott clapped his hands.

"Old Master Slytherin discovered Merlin's 'Eye of the Far East' left here, saw his destiny a thousand years in the future, and recorded it in the 'Book of History'."

"You have arranged for Medea to awaken a thousand years later. Her mission is to disrupt the predetermined fate recorded in the 'Scroll of History' and accumulate enough power to deflect fate."

"And I am not recorded in the 'history book,' so to speak, my appearance was merely an accident."

At this point, he clapped his hands forcefully again.