The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"It could even be called a miracle!"

His face showed an expression that said, "How amazing I am."

"That's very true."

Slytherin even loosened his grip on the knight's lance and applauded him.

"I didn't expect you to know so much, yet you took the initiative to come here and stand before me. I have to admire your courage."

He looked at Scott with admiration in his eyes.

"Indeed, it's a real pity."

"No regrets, no regrets."

Scott said in a humble tone.

"Although your plan has been in the works for a thousand years, which is truly remarkable, and although the deep bond between you father and daughter is touching, I have no intention of sacrificing myself for your sake. I am not a selfless good person."

"It's alright, you don't need to make a sacrifice. That would be too much to ask of you."

Slytherin also showed that she was very considerate of Scott.

"If I want something, I will take it myself."

As he spoke, he reached out and grasped the knight's lance again, pulling it from the ground.

Scott watched his movements with a curious gaze.

“If I remember correctly, you are a wizard.”

"Of course I am."

Slytherin raised his hand and untied the cloak that was trailing on the back of his head.

Scott asked, "So this knight's lance can be used as a magic wand?"

Slytherin said, "King Arthur could certainly use magic."

Scott said, "Merlin was his teacher?"

Slytherin took two more steps forward.

"It was an era in which wizards and Muggles lived together, and even most of the ruling class were wizards who could use magic."

As he spoke, he raised the knight's lance in his hand.

It was clearly a heavy weapon, but in his hands it seemed light and weightless.

The sharp tip of the spear gleamed slightly.

Scott sensed a magical energy gathering at the tip of his gun.

He reached out and grabbed Savannah, then vanished from the spot in an instant.

The instant they disappeared, by a fraction of a second, Slytherin charged forward, gun and all, to their position.

If Scott hadn't left in time, he would have been pierced through the chest by the knight's lance.

"It's too dangerous."

Scott, who appeared on the other side, looked visibly shaken.

"He was just a hair's breadth away from being killed."

“No,” Slytherin said. “I will ensure you live. Only by living can you better help me complete the magical ritual.”

He glanced sharply at Scott's feet and seemed to spot a black feather beneath the flowers.

"No wonder Medea admires your talent so much."

He said it with a sigh.

"Your mastery of spatial magic is enough to put many wizards who have spent their entire lives studying it to shame."

Scott was extremely modest, saying, "It was just some clever tricks. Medea herself was a genius that was hard for ordinary people to match."

Medea was not a genius.

Slytherin's tone was full of indifference.

"Even though she spent her whole life trying, she couldn't get past that barrier, which of course didn't surprise me. What really surprised me was that you did it at such a young age, even younger than I was when I did it."

Upon hearing this, Scott couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at Medea.

Medea's expression changed again.

Chapter 563 Anglo Silver Serpent

Medea's expression was fleeting, but Scott clearly saw her dissatisfaction with Slytherin.

That's enough.

Too much of a good thing can be bad, so Scott didn't try to get Slytherin to say anything more about their dissatisfaction with Medea.

Meanwhile, Slytherin, upon discovering Scott's little trick left in the flower field, immediately took appropriate measures.

He raised his knight's lance, and a ball of black flame instantly ignited, enveloping the front half of the lance.

He then flipped the spear over and planted it into the ground.

Black flames erupted instantly, spreading outwards with lightning speed.

Wherever the flames reached, the flowers and plants turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the black feathers that Scott had deliberately hidden under the flowers and plants were of course not spared either.

"Sirein!"

Scott pointed his wand forward.

Splash...

Accompanied by a stream of water that appeared out of nowhere, Sirein, with a fish head and a human body, appeared.

It raised its scale-covered hands.

Splash...

The water instantly transformed into a giant wave, which, under its control, swept towards the spreading black flames.

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The collision of water and fire instantly stirred up countless white steam, obscuring each other's vision.

"Golza!"

Scott moved his wand again, and Golza, now a lizardman, emerged from the soil.

It crouched down and slapped the ground hard with both hands.

Boom!

The terrain ahead changed dramatically in an instant.

The area engulfed by black flames caused the entire land to sink.

The water flow controlled by Ciray began to backflow.

"amazing!"

Slytherin leaped high into the air, nimbly jumping out of the giant crater formed by the sinking ground.

Bang.

His feet landed straight down, splashing up a shower of broken petals.

"Is this the alchemical puppet you made?"

He observed Sirein manipulating the water flow and Golza altering the terrain.

"As expected of a Ravenclaw student."

As he spoke, he looked at the picture frame floating next to Scott.

"As expected of the portrait left by Rowena, I underestimated Rowena. You are indeed different from ordinary magical portraits."

In the painting, Ravenclaw merely chuckled softly and remained silent.

Slytherin didn't care.

At this moment, his expression towards Scott became more serious.

"It seems that your willingness to come to me is not just a matter of courage."

"Of course, I'm not a Gryffindor student."

Scott said with a smile.

"Moreover, they are not alchemical dolls."

"Oh?"

Slytherin seemed quite interested.

Scott said, "My specialty is Transfiguration."

As he spoke, he flicked his wand.

The ground behind Slytherin suddenly rose up, forming a giant hand that slammed down on him.

boom!

Countless petals flew up again, raising clouds of dust.

But Scott knew Slytherin wasn't hiding.

He simply raised the knight's lance in his hand, and magic instantly erupted, making the lance even sharper and enveloping his body.

He and his gun passed right through the giant hand formed from the mud, without sustaining any harm.

While Scott was taking action, Savannah wasn't just watching.

Before the dust had settled, several thick green vines sprouted from around Slytherin's location, intertwining to form a closed cage.

The moment the cage was formed, Scott had already summoned Edgar.

Without his command, Edgar flapped his wings and flew to the top of the cage, stretching out his hands.