The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Soon, the other materials also began to melt.

Various colors merged with the crimson from the melting magic stone, creating a vibrant splash of color like a colorful painting.

But in the end, all these colors were successfully assimilated by the blood-red hue, turning into a vibrant crimson.

The flowing red liquid grew thicker and thicker, like a flowing solid, and its luster became even more dazzling, as if it were coated with a perfectly cut diamond.

The shimmering red quickly became regularized, forming a huge, complex, and difficult-to-decipher pattern.

At this point, Medea retreated to the edge of the magical ritual, beyond the patterns on the ground.

Scott watched as she used the sharp tip of her bone wand to slash her porcelain-white wrist, managing to squeeze out a few drops of blood.

In Scott's perception, it didn't feel like human blood, but rather like a blood-red potion imbued with magic.

Blood dripped down, mixing with the red liquid on the ground.

The patterns on the ground began to glow.

Suddenly, the red liquid that formed the pattern began to churn and stretch like boiling water, eventually forming countless crimson snakes.

It resembled a chaotic dance of snakes.

The upper bodies of those long snakes stood upright, constantly moving within the area of ​​the pattern.

Soon, they surrounded Scott and Slytherin, entwining themselves around them.

Medea reached out, and the silver snake that had been wrapped around Scott shrank back into a silver snake necklace, which flew back into her hand.

Scott, however, was entangled by layers of blood-red snakes, and like Slytherin opposite him, almost only his eyes were visible.

Medea casually tossed aside the silver snake necklace in her hand and stepped back into the magical ritual formed by countless blood-red snakes.

She casually scattered a few more handfuls of disposable magic stones, and then took out various materials to add to them.

Scott glanced at her movements, then winked at Slytherin.

"You are indeed ambitious, Medea."

Although Slytherin did not show his mouth, he was still speaking.

Scott sensed that he seemed to be using magic to vibrate the air, and immediately thought it was a good skill, so he began to secretly learn it.

“My shrewd father, you should have expected this.”

Medea spoke calmly, her hands still busy rearranging the magical ritual.

Slytherin said, "You are my daughter. How could you do nothing in the face of such an opportunity and such temptation?"

"But you did nothing, seemingly condoning all of this?"

Medea quickly finished setting things up, straightened up, and looked at Slytherin.

"Or are you absolutely confident that my plan will not succeed?"

Slytherin chuckled twice.

"Do you think this is enough to trap me, Medea?"

As he spoke, his magical power suddenly erupted, and with a shake of his arms, the blood-red snakes that enveloped him shattered inch by inch.

"of course not."

As Medea spoke, she uttered a spell.

The spell was extremely short, seemingly consisting of only two syllables, and Scott couldn't quite make out what she said.

But in an instant, a familiar crimson color enveloped Slytherin's body.

"Arthur!"

With a shrill, ear-piercing scream, a crimson light shot into the sky.

When the crimson light faded again, Mordred appeared, clad in tattered armor.

He held Slytherin's right hand, which was gripping the knight's lance, in one hand, while his other hand had pierced through Slytherin's left chest, holding a beating black heart in his hand.

"Arthur! Arthur! Hahahaha..."

Mordred clutched the heart tightly, then threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"cough……"

Slytherin coughed, and pure black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the white skin on his face became even more transparent, and the black blood vessels under the skin bulged out, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Well done...cough...Medea..."

Medea did not look at Slytherin; she had already taken the opportunity to rearrange the magical ritual to a different form.

Once she completed this step, Scott, who had already learned to speak by vibrating the air with magic, asked, "Brilliant! Did you orchestrate the rebellious Mordred?"

He found it somewhat unbelievable.

Mordred was someone he and Savannah met, and after Mordred arrived on the island, they were only a few steps behind Medea when they reached the White Tower.

How did Medea manage to arrange everything in such a short time?

It's impossible just thinking about it.

This also seems inconsistent with Medea's style of planning before acting.

unless……

"Did you arrange this in advance? Had you entered Avalon before this?"

"Who knows?"

Medea simply smiled mysteriously, without giving a straightforward answer as she had before.

Then, she restarted the new magical ritual.

A crimson light enveloped everything.

All the crimson snakes stretched further, turning into incredibly fine threads.

Countless red threads were tangled together, forming a chaotic mess.

These silk threads, like silkworms weaving cocoons, enveloped everyone involved in the magical ritual.

Scott lost his sight, and all he could see was a crimson red landscape.

Soon, he felt his magic and physical strength rapidly draining away, being absorbed by the threads surrounding his body.

He closed his eyes.

A silver hue spread from his collar, quickly enveloping his entire body.

Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the magical ritual, in front of the "summoned beast" Golza.

"Scott! You're alright!"

Savannah rushed over excitedly and gave him a big hug.

At this moment, a thin layer of mercury-like substance was fading from Scott's face and hands, shrinking back into his collar and cuffs.

"Of course I'm fine."

Scott grimaced and gasped.

This girl is incredibly strong; she almost broke his arm by hugging him so tightly.

Savannah quickly let go of her hand.

"How exactly did you do that?"

She looked Scott up and down.

“It’s simple, just have Golza summon me,” Scott said with a smile. “Our magical contract allows us to summon each other.”

He didn't explain much, but instead looked at the ongoing magical ritual.

Through the distorted and dazzling light, he saw three enormous blood cocoons in the ritual.

The three blood cocoons were of different sizes. The largest was the one that contained Slytherin and Mordred, while the smallest was the one Scott escaped from.

"Should we sabotage it?" Savannah asked.

"of course."

Scott took the wand Savannah handed him and waved it gently.

The last "summoned beast," Horus, appeared.

Its appearance is similar to Edgar's, with golden feathers, wings on its back, and a sharp eagle-beak mask on its face.

"Wind, Fire, Water, Earth!"

Scott's order.

The four "summoned beasts" immediately sprang into action, lining up at the four corners of the magical ritual.

The magic emanating from them turned blue, black, red, and yellow.

"Gangniel!"

Scott waved his wand slowly and with difficulty.

The magical power unleashed by the four summoned beasts compressed and solidified, transforming into four spears of different colors.

Blue wind-attribute spears represent sharpness, black water-attribute spears represent melting, red fire-attribute spears represent bursts, and yellow earth-attribute spears represent heavy pressure.

"go with!"

Scott swung his wand down sharply.

Four beams of light of different colors flashed by, converged, and simultaneously struck the ongoing magical ritual.

Blue, black, red, yellow.

Light of various colors converges and then explodes.

But the intertwined light did not spread too far; instead, it rapidly compressed after spreading, turning into a pure black sphere.

Click, click.