The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"This is also because of the feud between Slytherin and the Dougherty family."

Scott looked into her eyes.

He knew that even if he tried to stop her now, she would follow.

There was no time to say anything more.

"Then let's go together."

He waved his wand at the giant wolf made of vines.

The vines first turned into silvery-white titanium alloy, and then the giant wolf's body began to deform.

Complex magical runes climbed onto its surface.

Scott then took out a magical gem from the lizard skin bag and threw it over.

A flash of light.

Finally, what stopped in front of the two was a magnificent eagle-headed, horse-bodied, winged beast.

Scott walked over, patted its head, mounted the horse, and then reached out his hand to Savannah.

After helping Savannah onto the horse, Scott patted the hippogriff's neck again.

The winged creature with the head of a hippogriff raised its forelegs, neighed, and spread its wings to take flight.

As he gained altitude, Scott immediately felt immense pressure.

It wasn't physical pressure like gravity, but a powerful form of mental oppression.

It's like an unarmed baby facing a man-eating monster—an absolute pressure that leaves one utterly powerless to resist.

“That’s why the crows fall when I test them with them,” Scott said loudly.

As he spoke, he activated his Occlumency spell to its fullest extent while simultaneously waving his wand.

"Armor protects you!"

"Take the God's Protection!"

An invisible magical barrier enveloped the two, including the hippogriff.

A peregrine falcon emerged from the moonlit silver light and circled around the two of them.

Scott felt the pressure lessen somewhat, to a point where it was barely bearable.

Just then, Savannah also recited a long incantation.

In a refreshing green light, countless white petals fall.

Several slender green vines flew out and joined with the petals, forming two thorny flower crowns that landed on the two people's heads.

The moment the thorn crown was placed on my head, the overwhelming, ever-present pressure immediately lessened by half.

Scott laughed, raised his hand, and gave a thumbs-up.

Then, he snapped his fingers while making a thumbs-up gesture.

Snapped.

The magical barrier enveloping them shattered and disappeared instantly.

"set off!"

huh... huh...

As the hippogriff flapped its wings, it manipulated the airflow to create a hurricane.

An invisible wind swirled up, enveloping itself, as well as Scott and Savannah riding on its back, creating a tranquil space.

In the blink of an eye, the winged creature with the head of a harpy and the body of a horse rode the wind and flew out of the small island in the middle of the lake.

Then it flew over the crystal-clear lake, over the meadow, and over the silent forest.

Scott's peregrine falcon transformed into a swirling silver streak, always staying close by his side.

"Scott!"

Scott heard Savannah exclaim.

"Look in the sky!"

Scott looked up and found that the once bright and clear sky had become overcast.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds gathered together, becoming incredibly thick and lower and lower.

boom!

A muffled rumble of thunder could be heard.

The twisted lightning snaked like a long serpent.

The dark clouds surged, like a giant beast whose body could blot out the sky, rolling about.

The oppressive feeling, which had already lessened, intensified again, and even the winged hyenas that were flying on the wind slowed down instantly.

“It’s awake!” Savannah exclaimed.

Scott frowned.

Although he only saw normal natural phenomena, this was Avalon, and it seemed that nothing was impossible.

But Scott didn't stop the hippogriff; instead, he continued to accelerate.

The swirling hurricane enveloped them, speeding along at breakneck speed.

The next moment, a torrential downpour began.

Fortunately, the hurricane controlled by the hippogriff kept them enveloped, and the swirling wind shattered the raindrops and threw them away, so Scott and Savannah didn't get wet.

boom!

The dark clouds overhead appeared to be getting closer and closer to the ground.

Thunder roared, and blinding lightning twisted and slashed downwards from the dark clouds.

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck straight at the rapidly flying gyropod.

The excited cries of the winged, hippogriff-like creature pierced the sky.

At the critical moment, it nimbly dodged, narrowly avoiding the lightning bolt.

Lightning exploded at close range, the blinding light making it impossible to open one's eyes.

But this seems to be just the beginning.

Starting with the first lightning strike, more and more lightning bolts peeked out from the dark clouds, forming an extremely dangerous upside-down forest.

The hippogriff continued to ride the wind, fearlessly traversing the storms and lightning, narrowly avoiding danger each time.

But the forest below suffered as a result.

Every now and then, towering trees would be struck by lightning, but the flames they ignited would be extinguished by the heavy rain, leaving only black smoke and dust rising.

"We're getting closer!"

Scott kept his eyes fixed ahead.

By this time, they had reached the edge of the forest. Ahead of them, separated by a patch of grass, lay the thorny forest, where demons danced wildly in the lightning.

"He did not leave the thorn forest."

He felt something was off.

"It seems to have stopped."

The hurricane howled sharply, and the hippogriff accelerated once more.

"There!"

He leaped over a thicket of thorns and saw a familiar patch of black flames.

Black flames burned wildly in the rain, forming a circular wall of fire that blocked the surrounding moon vines.

Within the wall of fire lay a barren, burned-out land.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen Medeas among them.

Most of the Medea were using their skills to do their best to resist the relentless attacks of "Gungnir".

Only one Medea stood with her eyes closed, protected by the other Medea, surrounded by swirling black mist.

When a hurricane swept in, all of Medea except the one standing in the very center looked up.

In that instant, "Gungnir" pierced through Medea's body, turning it into a pile of ceramic shards.

The other Medea immediately focused their minds and began to work together again to resist "Gungnir".

Scott stopped the hippogriff and observed it from its elevated position.

He didn't know whether the Medea at this moment was the real Medea or had been replaced by Slytherin.

In short, Medea's method of resisting "Gungnir" was not clever; she relied on a constant supply of ceramic dolls.

Whenever a ceramic doll is destroyed, other Medea will use readily available materials to create a new ceramic doll from the clay to replace it.

On the black soil, a thick layer of white ceramic fragments had accumulated.

"Then let's add fuel to the fire."

Scott extended his right hand, which was holding the wand.

"Gangniel!"

A golden spear instantly materialized and flew towards Medea, who had her eyes closed, in the center of the crowd.

The spear pierced Medea's body like a beam of light in an instant.

But Scott shook his head.

The target had already been moved and swapped places with the ceramic figurine next to it.

Avada Kedavra!

A dazzling green light came from below and instantly reached Scott.