The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scorching flames shot into the sky, instantly igniting the cage formed by the vines.

boom!

Slytherin raised his lance forward, unleashing a burst of magic that shattered the flames and the cage.

The tip of the knight's lance lit up, drew an arc in the air, and charged towards Scott's location.

Scott and Savannah stood still.

Golza slammed his hands on the ground again, and in an instant, the soil rose up and compressed, forming several thick walls that blocked the Slytherin's path of charge.

boom!

Slytherin broke through the first wall almost without any hindrance.

Scott pointed his wand forward.

The wall near him began to change.

Their color changed from brown to silver, and their material changed from mud to steel.

Not only that, but countless spikes longer than knight's lances also grew on the wall facing Slytherin.

After breaking through three walls, the wall blocking Slytherin's path had turned into a steel hedgehog, so he stopped abruptly, jumped onto the top of the wall, and looked down at Scott.

At that moment, his blue eyes seemed to be shining.

The instant their eyes met, Slytherin felt his consciousness momentarily blur, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

Scott immediately closed his eyes and activated the brain shut-off technique at full power.

"He combined the Imperius Curse and Legilimency into a single glance, making him impossible to guard against. No wonder he is Salazar Slytherin."

He was convinced of Slytherin's mastery of soul magic, but at the same time became even more wary.

"It's just a little trick, it doesn't have much effect."

Slytherin's tone was not smug, and even somewhat dismissive.

"Sawana, are you alright?"

Scott then asked Savannah.

“I’m fine,” Savannah said. “The soul of a druid priest is in harmony with nature and is not so easily broken.”

As she spoke, she recited a spell.

Scott felt a cool, magical force descend upon him.

“You can open your eyes now,” Savannah said. “I have used magic to protect you.”

Scott opened his eyes and met Slytherin's gaze once more.

"You didn't take action just now." His tone was somewhat regretful.

Slytherin said, "You have a very strong sense of magic, so closing your eyes has no effect on you."

Upon hearing this, Scott looked at Medea on the other side.

“It wasn’t Medea who told me,” Slytherin said. “Strong magical perception is a sign of a strong soul. You possess very powerful soul power, Scott.”

"Thank you."

Scott responded verbally, but inwardly he wondered why Medea hadn't made a move yet.

Slytherin laughed.

He asked, "Are you waiting for the moment Medea betrays me?"

Scott's heart rate quickened a few beats, but his face remained impassive, even showing a moment of surprise.

"betray?"

He seemed completely oblivious to this.

"You don't need to put on an act in front of me."

Slytherin looked at him with unwavering certainty.

"Whether it's you or Medea, your thoughts are completely transparent to me."

Scott began to doubt his brain surgery.

"No, it's not that your brain surgery didn't work."

Slytherin spoke again, with a smile.

"In fact, I was not able to successfully read your brain."

Scott's mind calmed down instantly.

He said to Slytherin, "You can also sense magic, and you've gone further than I have in that respect."

Slytherin nodded.

“Emotions obviously affect magic, and combined with your facial expressions and movements, I can guess what you are thinking without reading your brains.”

As he spoke, he looked at Savannah.

"On the contrary, I cannot guess what this little druid girl is thinking by sensing the changes in her magic. Her magic has always been in harmony with the surrounding nature."

Scott stopped "struggling" and instead laughed.

He looked at Medea. "So, what will you do, Medea?"

Slytherin also looked at his daughter with great interest.

“I’m also very curious to see how far you can go, my daughter. If you can really take my place, I might actually feel a little gratified.”

"I see."

Medea smiled slightly at first.

But her smile vanished in an instant, and she soon met Slytherin's gaze with a blank expression.

"Have you been waiting for my actions, my dear father?"

Slytherin said, "Although I have never had high hopes for you, I will be proud of you if you can surprise me, Medea."

Medea's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this.

Are you proud?

She repeated the sentence almost in a murmur.

"Pity."

She shook her head and said with a sigh.

"That was just my expectation when I was young. After experiencing birth, aging, sickness and death, and spanning thousands of years, I can no longer remember the feeling of wanting my father's approval."

"right."

Slytherin coldly withdrew his gaze.

"Then you should just be a good daughter like before."

"That's exactly what I did."

Medea snapped her fingers with her left hand, which was not holding the wand.

At the same time, Scott's left wrist sank.

The silver snake necklace on his wrist instantly transformed into a giant silver snake, binding his entire body before he could react.

Not only that, the nimble snake tail snatched the wand from his hand, and the snake head gently bit his throat.

Scott didn't move when he felt the cold touch of the snake's fangs.

"Scott!"

Savannah gasped in surprise.

Just as she was about to step forward to help, several thick vines emerged from the ground and blocked her way.

Aaron grinned and said to her, "Your opponent is me, my dear sister."

"Aaron."

Savannah glared at him fiercely.

"So you were prepared all along."

Scott looked at Medea as she walked towards him step by step, his tone tinged with regret.

“I have examined this necklace many times, and Dumbledore has also examined it, but unfortunately, neither of us has found anything unusual about it.”

Medea said, "Because I did not underestimate you, and because I knew you could not find anything wrong with it, I felt comfortable giving it to you."

"Scott!"

Savannah looked at Scott with concern, but dared not make any rash moves.

Even Sirein, Golza, and Edgar froze, making no move.

Scott asked Medea curiously, "Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Because it is not an orthodox alchemical work."

Now, Medea had no intention of hiding anything.

"I used the flesh and soul of an Anglo Silver Serpent as alchemical materials."

“Anglo-Silver Serpent?” Scott had never heard of it.

“It was a magical animal that had long been extinct,” Savannah said. “It had silver metallic scales and could freely enlarge or shrink its body.”

Scott said, "It was my oversight. Dumbledore and I both checked it from the perspective of rune circuits and enchantments."

“That was an experiment.” Medea nodded in understanding. “Orthodox alchemy does not use the souls of living beings as materials.”

"It seems you still haven't taught him well."

Then Slytherin began speaking to the Ravenclaw figure in the painting again.

“You have trained him to be a scholar like Rowena, but not a wizard skilled in combat.”

“This is also due to the times,” Medea said. “The wizards of this era live too comfortably. They have no clear enemies and are only fighting among themselves.”