The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

At the same time, two bolts of lightning struck from above, greatly reducing their space for escape.

Does it come with a matching element?

Scott cursed under his breath, then transformed into a peregrine falcon, using its small body to evade the combined attack of the Killing Curse and lightning.

Without his prompting, Savannah also transformed into an eagle.

The poor hippogriff, unable to move to allow Scott and Savannah to dodge, was struck directly by the lightning and the Killing Curse, its body plummeting downwards.

boom!

The heavy body of the hippogriff fell into the black flames below. It struggled to its feet, but was instantly melted by the flames and disappeared.

Scott and Savannah landed in the thorny thicket surrounding the black flames and transformed back into human form.

Through the black flames and twisting thorns, they could not see what was happening inside the wall of fire.

"It's changed."

Savanna slammed her long wooden staff on the ground, and green light spots fell, quieting the surrounding moon vines.

"It has indeed changed."

Scott frowned.

The black flames in front parted, revealing the scene before them.

Originally there were more than a dozen Medeas, but in the end only two remained.

One Medea watched them calmly, while the other had already been pierced through the body by two intersecting spears.

Both Scott and Savannah were very perceptive, and they immediately understood how the situation had come about.

“You are more heartless than I thought, Mr. Slytherin.”

Scott's tone was somewhat complicated.

Without a doubt, Slytherin possessed Medea's body and soul.

He separated a part of Medea's soul and used her as bait to lure Gungnir.

Because Slytherin possessed Medea and left, and Scott's "Gungnir" was undoubtedly aimed at Medea's soul.

boom!

The lightning in the sky still hadn't stopped.

In the dim light, both faces of the two Medeas looked particularly eerie.

Chapter 568 The Flame of Sin, Feathered Serpent

Click.

With a few thunderclaps, Medea's body, pierced by the spear, shattered and she fell to the ground.

A faint, ghostly spirit rose from the fragments.

"Come, my daughter."

Slytherin, wearing the Medea shell, reached out her hand.

"Come here, don't worry, I will revive you."

Medea, now just a wisp of a ghost, seemed dazed and floated in front of Slytherin.

Slytherin bent his five fingers, and Medea's almost transparent soul immediately shrank, turning into a small, white sphere with a tail, which Slytherin casually put away.

Scott watched this scene without interfering.

"So you left her a way out?"

He smiled and said something, then waved his hand, and the two spears returned to his front.

"She is, after all, my daughter."

As Slytherin spoke, black mist surged from his body once more.

"This is also because she made a Horcrux before she died."

When the black mist dissipated again, his appearance changed into that of a young man with black hair and black eyes, and his dark green dress turned into a black robe.

Scott observed his changes.

He felt that this was probably the same method Medea used to target Voldemort's soul.

Unable to carry out the original plan of resurrection, Slytherin had no choice but to settle for second best, sacrificing his blood-related daughter.

As for why Medea didn't completely disappear, the reason might be as he said, because of the Horcruxes.

Also, compared to Voldemort, who was separated by countless generations, Medea and Slytherin were undoubtedly much more closely related by blood.

After all, she is his daughter.

"In this situation, is there any hope for her?"

Scott asked curiously.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

He raised his hand to wipe the rain running down his face and put on his hood.

Slytherin casually gestured, and the black flames burning around him seemed to come alive, gathering behind him.

"Do you care about her a lot?" he asked with a smile.

“It’s just curiosity,” Scott said with a smile.

He was very curious about Slytherin's research on the soul.

If he could still restore Medea even with such a severely damaged soul, then his research on the soul must be terrifying.

“You are revealing your greed,” Slytherin said. “But that’s normal; Rowena is just as greedy for knowledge as you are.”

The black flames behind him gradually gathered and eventually transformed into a monster.

This is a giant serpent with wings.

The giant serpent was covered in non-reflective, jet-black scales, and its wings were also covered in black feathers.

Its upper body stood upright, its black fleshy crown on its head trembled, and it spread its enormous wings that blotted out the sky.

boom!

Lightning from the clouds struck the snake's head, but it seemed to cause no damage.

"hiss……"

The black feathered serpent opened its mouth wide, emitting a piercing sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

Upon hearing its sound, Scott initially felt extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately afterward, a few broken petals fell, and he noticed the withering of the thorny crown above his head.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been hit on the forehead with a hammer, and felt dizzy.

Savannah, who was standing next to her, staggered and almost fell over.

Not only the two of them, but even the moon vines that formed the thorny forest around them instantly collapsed like waves.

Slytherin, of course, wouldn't let such an opportunity pass by. With a wave of his hand, a green lightning bolt was released from the bone wand in his hand.

Avada Kedavra!

"Gah!"

At the critical moment, Rimbaud suddenly appeared.

Its body rapidly expanded, and it spread its wings to block the two of them, stopping the deadly curse.

boom!

With a loud bang, Rimbaud staggered backward, knocking Scott and Savannah flying in the process.

As he was thrown into the air, Scott activated "Gungnir".

The two spears that had been hovering in the air trembled slightly, and then shot towards Slytherin and the giant black feathered serpent respectively.

Slytherin's body transformed into black mist and retreated at an extremely fast speed, merging directly into the body of the feathered serpent.

Two streaks of light crossed paths, piercing the feathered serpent's head and neck respectively.

However, the area pierced by the feathered serpent quickly burst into black flames and returned to its original state at an extremely fast speed.

Scott, having regained his balance, watched this scene with a deep frown.

Are you alright?

Rimbaud shrunk his body and flew onto Scott's shoulder.

"fine."

Scott looked up at the enormous feathered serpent.

Savannah said with disgust, "I think I've figured it out. This feathered serpent is essentially those black flames, and those black flames... are sinful fires summoned using souls as fuel."

“Of course it wasn’t fueled by his own soul,” Scott said gravely. “It was fueled by the people he had killed.”

Savannah said, "It is precisely because he has killed countless people that I would say this is the fire of evil."

“Your senses are very sharp.”

Slytherin's voice came from the feathered serpent's body.

"It wouldn't hurt to tell you..."

The feathered serpent lowered its massive head, its cold eyes staring directly at Scott and Savannah.

“Unless you can destroy this almost infinite soul power in one fell swoop, you will not be able to harm me at all.”

Savannah glanced at the spear that had flown back to Scott.

"Even 'Gungnir' couldn't inflict enough damage on it."

She paused, then added, "And we must not go near it; this evil fire can scorch the soul."

As she spoke, she waved her long wooden staff, casting a soul protection spell on the two of them. The thorn crown re-formed and landed on their heads.