The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The black sphere shattered, and blinding white light shone through the cracks.

"Armor protects the body."

Scott waved his wand again, and an invisible magical barrier rose up, enveloping him and Savannah.

Click, click.

The cracks on the black sphere were increasing, and the white light emanating from it was becoming increasingly dazzling.

Suddenly, the black sphere shattered completely.

No sound.

Only endless white light.

White light filled the entire world, turning everything white.

Scott first raised his hand to cover his eyes, then took out his sunglasses and put them on.

Fortunately, the white light came and went quickly, and a few seconds later, he could see the scene in front of him again.

The magical ritual has been completely destroyed, including the three blood cocoons that were part of the ritual.

Medea and Slytherin were both kneeling on one knee, looking somewhat weak.

Medea looks better.

Although blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, her skin had become noticeably rosier.

Slytherin clutched his chest, seemingly putting his heart, which Mordred had ripped out, back in.

Only Mordred has disappeared.

The knight's lance also broke in two and fell to the ground.

Scott took a few steps forward and looked at the Slytherin father and daughter.

"It seems like I've won?"

He said it in a flat tone.

Slytherin looked up, glanced at him, and then at his "summoned beast".

"Summoning magic?"

It seems he sensed Scott's actions at the time.

"A clever idea."

He calmly offered a compliment.

Scott sighed.

"Looks like this isn't over yet."

Chapter 565 Scott's Trump Card

Scott watched as the Slytherin father and daughter stood up again.

Medea raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips, then looked down at her hands and smiled.

Slytherin also lowered his hand from his chest.

At this point, his pierced chest seemed to have healed, with only faint marks visible.

Scott spoke to Medea first, "It seems you've had quite a haul, Medea."

While speaking, he was also using his magical perception to probe her current state.

He clearly sensed that Medea's magical power had increased significantly.

Moreover, compared to before when she resembled a ceramic doll, she is now much closer to a real human being.

Although she has not fully recovered to her physical form, this is also why the magical ritual was interrupted by Scott.

Medea lowered her hand and looked up at Scott. "Unfortunately, in the end, it didn't achieve the effect I wanted."

"Oh."

Slytherin smiled.

"You put your mind at ease with this kid too soon, Medea, without even finding out all his abilities beforehand."

Compared to Medea, Slytherin's situation is worse.

He was not only ambushed by Mordred, who nearly stole his heart, but later Medea also stole his power through a magical ritual.

He was noticeably weaker than before.

"It's too difficult to find out all my abilities."

Scott helps Medea "explain".

"Only I know my own abilities best."

"is it?"

Slytherin gave a slight smirk, but said nothing more.

At this moment, the three of them each occupied a position, facing each other, and for a time no one spoke.

An invisible wind blew by, carrying a few petals from the still undamaged distance.

"Now, the situation is finally clear."

Scott broke the silence with a smile.

"This is really a good thing."

How can it be said that the shift from a two-way conflict to a three-way standoff is not a good thing?

In addition, Scott's four "summoned beasts" are still guarding the four sides without moving, and there is also Savannah who can provide remote support.

Judging from the situation, Scott seems to have the upper hand.

But Scott didn't think so.

He dared not underestimate either Medea or Slytherin.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Slytherin spoke up, calmly asking Scott and Medea.

Medea took a step back.

"Never mind, it seems I can't get any more."

She already intended to leave.

Goodbye, Scott.

Goodbye, Father.

Slytherin suddenly extended his right hand.

"Don't worry, my daughter."

Medea froze.

Black smoke billowed from Medea's chest and Slytherin's palm, merging together.

The smoke gathered together, forming a pitch-black chain.

"Father?"

Medea stared at Slytherin in shock.

Medea.

A kind smile appeared on Slytherin's young face.

“I am your father.”

He seemed to be stating a fact, yet his tone carried a powerful and authoritative force.

It was as if Medea was just an infant completely under his control.

Medea stared blankly at Slytherin for a long time before slowly lowering her head.

"I see."

Her voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

"Even here, could Medea replace her real body with a ceramic doll placed outside Avalon and leave?"

Scott watched the scene with great interest, his gaze shifting between the Slytherin father and daughter.

"And you, Mr. Slytherin, seem to have truly taken control of Medea's soul long ago."

Ha ha ha ha...

Scott almost laughed.

This is truly a grand drama of "filial piety and loving father".

Medea trembled slightly upon hearing Scott's words, but kept her head down and did not respond.

Slytherin, however, remained much more composed and did not take his mockery to heart.

"This is a wizard."

Slytherin said it in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wizards should always pursue the power of magic and should have no taboos."

Scott, of course, disagreed with him.

“I think you only need to represent yourself, not all wizards.”

"never mind……"

Like Scott, Slytherin was not interested in this ideological debate.

When he discovered that Scott didn't take his words seriously, he lost interest in expressing his feelings and explaining his ideas.

What are you going to do now?