The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

At this moment, Ravenclaw in the painting speaks.

“I warned you, Scott, not to investigate the origins of wizards.”

"Yes."

Scott felt a chill run down his spine and turned to bow to the portrait of Ravenclaw.

"I understand, mentor."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Slytherin suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's ridiculous. I never thought Rowena would end up being such a coward."

He looked at the Ravenclaw portrait with amusement.

"How spirited Rowena once was! She was intelligent and proud, and she was not lacking in ambition to explore all the mysteries of magic."

"Enough, Salazar."

Ravenclaw sighed.

That's all in the past.

Slytherin scoffed.

"The four of us came together because of ambition, Rowena!"

Ravenclaw said, "But there was no hope ahead, so we established Hogwarts to leave our own legacy."

“Yes,” Slytherin seemed a little wistful. “At first, that’s what I thought too.”

Ravenclaw said, "Later, the three of us changed our minds, but you just wouldn't give up."

"That's because all three of you betrayed me!"

Slytherin's tone was icy.

“Initially, we all agreed to pass on our magic and knowledge, entrusting our hopes to the future.”

"But at some point, you changed your mind and decided to make the study of the origins of wizards a taboo, never mentioning it again."

In the painting, Ravenclaw has his eyes closed.

“That’s a dead end with no hope,” she said softly. “Why pass on despair from generation to generation?”

Dead end?

Scott's eyes flickered as he listened to their conversation.

Could there be some great horror hidden in the origin of wizards?

But remembering Ravenclaw's warning, he quickly suppressed his curiosity.

"Yes, you are unwilling to pass on despair to the next generation. But a Slytherin will not give up his ambition!"

Slytherin's words were sarcastic.

"So I finally decided to entrust my future to myself."

"That's why I left Hogwarts and searched the whole world."

"In the end, I found Avalon and set up this millennium-long scheme."

"As long as I can achieve true immortality, I will definitely be able to unlock the mystery of the origin!"

So, what exactly is the mystery of its origin?

Scott's burning curiosity was almost uncontrollable.

Just then, Slytherin looked at him again.

"Well, kid, you're curious, aren't you?"

He then extended an invitation in a gentle tone.

"This is a mystery concerning whether a wizard can advance further. Your mentor forbids you from exploring it, but I would like to invite you to join me in unraveling the mystery."

Scott looked up at him.

"While I don't deny that I'm very curious," he said calmly, "I can't feel at ease if it's you."

To cooperate with Slytherin is like asking a tiger for its skin.

Who knows when it might be used as material for the other party's resurrection?

"My invitation is sincere."

Slytherin's tone also sounded very sincere.

"Rest assured, the 'power to deflect fate' is in your hands; you can destroy it."

At this point, he glanced at the crystal hourglass pendant on Scott's chest.

"But the 'eyes that can see a thousand miles' have already failed, and I no longer have the resources to accumulate over the next thousand years."

Scott remained silent.

Who wouldn't want immortality and even greater power?

He certainly longed for it too.

It hadn't seemed so intense before, almost negligible, but now his emotions were restless and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this point, Ravenclaw neither reminded him nor stopped him.

"Scott?"

Savannah called out to him, a little worried.

Scott shook his head.

As he shook his head, he saw the unspoiled sea of ​​flowers in the distance, and his gaze finally calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking back at Slytherin, “I refuse.”

He figured it out.

Leaving aside the four founders of Hogwarts, even the legendary Merlin simply took a different path and turned himself into a "nightmare".

So what makes him so confident that he can surpass these people?

So, that's it.

There are some things that are better left unknown than known.

Thinking of this, he breathed a long sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

Slytherin stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed.

"What a pity."

Scott had already come to his senses, and although he remained highly vigilant, he had almost fallen into Slytherin's trap again.

Just from a few words, he couldn't help but follow his train of thought, and was aroused with intense curiosity and powerful ambition.

“That’s terrifying,” he said softly. “Such a stealthy method, typical of Salazar Slytherin.”

"As I said, my invitation was sincere."

Slytherin shook his head.

"Unfortunately, your ambition is not enough."

"Yes."

Scott readily agreed.

"I've never been the ambitious type, otherwise I wouldn't have been sorted into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat."

He laughed as he said this.

"Speaking of which, the Sorting Hat thought I was also a good fit for Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw would have been a better fit for me."

I remember when he first entered the magical world, he genuinely wanted to take things as they came.

But now, having experienced so much, he can no longer recapture that state of mind.

Forget it, there's no point in saying more.

He raised his right hand.

Two different-styled spears that had been floating in front of him rose up, their tips aimed at Medea and Slytherin.

Let's end it all here.

Slytherin remained expressionless as the gun was aimed at him, but Medea showed a hint of panic.

Scott also knew that Slytherin, who had already turned into a cloud of black mist, seemed unafraid of Gungnir's harm.

"Finish?"

Slytherin smiled dismissively.

The head once again turned into black mist, drifted onto Medea, and seeped directly into her body.

"what……"

Medea, her face contorted in pain, threw her head back and wailed.

Seeing this, Scott swung his outstretched right hand downwards.

Swish!

The long spear, shaped like a tree branch, flashed past and pierced Medea's chest.

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Medea's body cracked inch by inch, turning into a pile of porcelain shards that fell to the ground.

Transparent ripples spread through the air, and the tree branch-shaped spear pierced into the ripples and disappeared.

"They must still be inside Avalon."

Savannah said to Scott.

“Didn’t you say that spatial magic cannot be used inside Avalon except in this alternate dimension?”