The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“This is really difficult,” Scott said. “I don’t have many methods for dealing with the soul, which is my weakness.”

While "Gungnir" does damage souls, the target is too large, making the damage it can inflict relatively small.

At this point, Slytherin had merged into the feathered serpent, and his soul aura had become one with the black flames, making it impossible for Scott to pinpoint him for a precise strike.

For Scott, this Slytherin was even more difficult to deal with than when he was possessing King Arthur's body.

"hiss……"

The feathered serpent opened its mouth again and let out a piercing, unpleasant cry.

This time, being on guard, Scott only frowned.

In addition, the peregrine falcon that had been following behind him flew over their heads and showered them with silver light.

Under this silvery light, even the thorny flower crown did not wither despite the feathered serpent's cry.

But the next second, a black line of fire shot out of the feathered serpent's mouth.

Scott gripped Savannah's hand tightly, and the two abruptly left their spot, heading directly into a distant thorny thicket.

Rimbaud, who had left them at some unknown time and quietly arrived here, summoned Scott in time using contract magic.

Through the gaps in the thorns, Scott glanced at the feathered serpent's massive body in the distance, which seemed to occupy half the sky.

"I'll leave here first."

Rimbaud said something on his own initiative, then flapped his wings and left.

"How to do?"

Savannah asked Scott somewhat anxiously.

"I'm sorry, but in this situation, my spells don't seem to be of much use."

Scott said, "Since it's targeting the soul, give it an opponent without a soul."

As he spoke, he knelt on one knee and plunged his wand into the soil with his other hand.

Magic flowed, and shimmering light formed magical runes. The earth churned in front of them, and a gigantic body rose from the ground.

One after another, frost giants, identical to Ymir, appeared.

Finally, Scott activated the ring on his left index finger, summoning the real Ymir.

Including Ymir, there were a total of ten Frost Giants, standing tall and imposing on the fallen Moon Vine in front of them, surrounding the feathered serpents that were just as large as themselves.

"Since we can't eliminate those soul 'fuels' all at once, let's switch to a war of attrition."

Scott said softly.

"Do you believe what he said?"

Savannah asked, "Which sentence?"

Scott smiled. "He said that he has almost limitless control over the power of the soul."

Savannah shook her head decisively, "Impossible. Even if he spent his whole life killing endlessly, at such a rate of consumption, the souls he controlled would inevitably be exhausted eventually."

“I think so too,” Scott said.

boom!

Ahead, the frost giants spewed out blue, frigid air, creating a snowy wonderland out of thin air.

They staggered forward, wielding weapons and shields made of ice, and swarmed towards the feathered serpent.

Under the siege of the Frost Giants, the Feathered Serpent quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Attacks targeting the soul are utterly ineffective against alchemical dolls and transmutations, and the extreme heat of the flames is neutralized by the cold of the frost.

The Frost Giants' weapons kept landing on the Feathered Serpent, forcing it to consume "fuel" to create more black flames to replenish its strength.

"Now we are the generals."

Scott said to Savannah with a smile.

"To get out of this disadvantage, Mr. Slytherin must leave the Feathered Serpent and use other means to destroy the Frost Giants."

Savannah continued his words: "But as soon as he leaves the feathered serpent, he will immediately suffer a precise strike from 'Gungnir'."

“That’s it.” Scott nodded.

When he was summoned by Rimbaud, he left Gungnir behind.

Even though we're far apart, we can still control it remotely.

As soon as Slytherin leaves this unlocked state, he will immediately launch a precision strike.

As the two chatted and laughed, the battle on the vast battlefield ahead intensified.

Under the relentless onslaught of ten frost giants, the feathered serpent's struggles gradually weakened.

Swish!

With a flash of cold light piercing the sky, even the wings on the back of the feathered serpent were chopped off by a giant's frost axe.

"hiss……"

The feathered serpent opened its mouth to its widest extent, emitting a sound of unprecedented magnitude.

The sound created a visible storm, pushing away the frost giants fighting at close range around it.

Despite being far apart, Scott and Savannah were also significantly affected.

The thorny flower crowns above their heads withered again, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

When the sound stopped, the two, feeling dizzy, looked at each other and realized that they both had nosebleeds.

In the center of the battlefield, the black feathered serpent, engulfed in flames, sprouted wings once more.

This time, it did not stop.

Before the frost giants could rush up, it flapped its wings and took flight, heading straight for the low, black clouds above.

"Did they escape?"

Savannah wiped away the blood from her nose and used magic to restore both Scott and herself to normal.

"This may not be a good choice."

Bathed in vibrant green light, Scott gazed solemnly at the dark clouds churning with lightning.

"There...it seems there really is something there..."

Clearly, Slytherin must have been aware of the dangers in the sky.

Although he was forced to fly into the sky, he did not fly too high.

After leaving the Frost Giant's attack range, the feathered serpent stopped, flapping its wings and hovering in the air.

Its neck twisted, and its eyes scanned the area, seemingly searching for Scott and Savannah.

At this moment, Savannah was also casting a spell to heal her wounds.

Although she immediately stopped casting the spell when she realized that the other party was looking for them, it seemed to be too late.

Slytherin spotted them by the green light that flickered on and off.

The feathered serpent opened its mouth and cried out again, then swooped down towards where they were.

As the frost giant ran toward them, it hurled its frost weapon at the swooping feathered serpent.

The feathered serpent completely ignored the damage caused by the projectiles, swooping down and spewing a sea of ​​black fire downwards.

"It's time to leave."

Scott took Savannah's hand again.

Rimbaud's summons arrived just in time. As the black sea of ​​fire descended, they left their original spot once more and hid in the thorny thicket in the distance where no one had fallen.

At this moment, the Frost Giants had caught up, using their boundless cold air to carve out a path of glaciers in the sea of ​​fire, attempting to once again surround and kill the Feathered Serpent.

Slytherin, of course, would not allow himself to fall into the same predicament as before. Before being surrounded, the feathered serpent flapped its huge wings and flew into the sky.

This time, without Savannah's spell guidance, Slytherins could only rely on their powerful senses to locate them. After taking to the skies, the feathered serpent did not immediately descend but instead began its aerial patrol.

Below, the Frost Giants immediately upgraded their equipment as well.

As the feathered serpents took to the sky, they conjured ice javelins in their hands and harassed the enemy relentlessly with long-range throws.

In addition, there was lightning from the clouds above.

Because the feathered serpent composed of black flames seemed unafraid of lightning attacks and did not dodge, the lightning that constantly enveloped it as it moved almost formed a thunderstorm.

“The clouds are getting lower and lower,” Savannah said.

Scott stared intently at the thick, inky clouds above, and for some reason, a strong sense of unease welled up within him.

Savanna undoubtedly felt the same unease; her voice trembled slightly as she said, "It's...it's out..."

Slytherin undoubtedly felt the threat from above.

The feathered serpent suddenly stopped patrolling and instead swooped down straight down at top speed.

Dark, swirling clouds rolled in.

Suddenly, an enormous and ferocious head pierced through the clouds, its golden eyes looking down.

Chapter 569 The Red Dragon That Dominates the Sky

Scott stared in shock at the head that had suddenly emerged from the clouds.

It was a dragon's head, entirely crimson.

Although it was only a small part of the head that peeked out, it immediately covered half the sky.

Slytherin's black feathered serpent and Scott's frost giant were already enormous, but compared to that red dragon, they were nothing.

The red dragon's bright golden eyes looked down like searchlights.

Those pupils, though a warm color like sunlight, gave off an incredibly cold and cruel feeling.

At this moment, Scott and Savannah were hiding in the thorny thicket. All the frost giants stopped and looked up, except for the black feathered serpent that was swooping down.

"Roar……"