The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The sound waves that could have instantly shattered his body were transformed into music that accompanied him upwards.

Until the endless sound waves and storms ceased.

Scott stopped ascending; his flowing cloak suspended him high in the air.

He kept his head tilted back, staring directly at the red dragon.

Just then, the red dragon closed its mouth and spewed out long plumes of white smoke from its nostrils.

Scott knew that the dragon's breath was coming.

He flicked his wand, and the invisible air condensed into a gigantic, transparent raven, which flew to his feet.

"Gah..."

With a crow's cry, its body materialized.

"See, it's done!"

Merlin clapped again.

Scott did not respond; he silently put on his sunglasses and stood ready.

Beneath the black clouds, the red dragon opened its mouth once more.

In an instant, golden dragon flames swept across the sky, obscuring all vision.

It was as if several suns were shining simultaneously, their endless, brilliant, and scorching light both dangerous and captivating.

Scott raised his wand once more, stood firmly on the raven's back, and soared upwards into the endless dragonfire.

As he got closer, he felt the scalding heat and found it difficult to breathe.

He quickly made a judgment—

Even without direct contact, simply getting close to that dragon flame is enough to turn his body to ashes.

But he did not stop striving upwards.

The magic wand in his hand lit up again.

This time, the light emitted by the ebony wand was even brighter than before.

The light is white.

It was almost comparable to the golden dragon flames descending from above.

Almost in the blink of an eye, gold and white collided with each other, one above the other.

A silent contest.

They passed each other in an instant.

The golden dragon flames continued to fall.

Scott, still holding his wand, continued to ascend.

Although his face had several charred marks, his hair was missing a few patches, and his cloak had several large holes.

Although he was panting through his mouth and nose, he had a smile on his face.

"Oh!"

Merlin clapped again.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! You've successfully transformed the dragon flames brimming with raging magical power!"

"I never thought I could do it."

Scott sat on the raven's back and glanced at the red dragon panting in the sky above.

“Before this, I rarely took life-threatening risks.”

"Of course, I know."

Merlin stood atop the crow's head.

“You’re too conservative, Scott. That’s not helping you reach your full potential.”

There's nothing wrong with making steady progress.

Scott laughed; he still showed no sign of changing his mind.

Merlin smiled and said nothing more.

After exhaling its breath, the red dragon calmed down and did not attack again.

The crow was carrying Scott slowly as it approached.

The closer Scott got, the clearer he became about the red dragon's immense size.

Even a single scale is bigger than the entire person.

He stopped the crow when they were still a kilometer away from the red dragon.

This distance is already very close for the Red Dragon.

Perhaps if he stretched his neck a little harder, he could open his mouth and swallow Scott whole.

Under the gaze of its enormous eyes, Scott took out the gem that carried the other dimension and threw it upwards.

Of course, he couldn't throw that far with his arm strength.

After he waved his wand, the gem sped up and arrived in front of the red dragon.

Compared to the size of the red dragon, a gem that is only half the length of Scott's finger is really too small.

Like a speck of dust.

But the red dragon did see the gem.

A white gemstone floated in front of its right eye, emitting a soft glow.

The red dragon closed its left eye and stared intently at the gem with its right.

Suddenly, its body began to become transparent.

The dark clouds that filled the entire sky began to dissipate.

Scott raised his hand and took off his sunglasses.

As the dark clouds that had been obscuring his view gradually dispersed, he was finally able to make out the full appearance of the red dragon.

Its size is almost equal to the sky, giving people an immense sense of oppression.

Those wings, capable of blotting out the sky, were spread out, yet were pinned to the colorless, transparent firmament by several thick golden pillars.

In addition, countless golden chains bound its neck, limbs and body.

The other end of the chain seemed to originate from the four corners of the distant sky.

"This is……"

Scott was stunned by the scene.

Merlin said, "This is the work of nine fairies, including Morgan, but now he is free."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Him?"

"Shhh."

Merlin held up one finger, gesturing for Scott to watch quietly.

The red dragon's body became increasingly transparent, eventually turning into an invisible red light.

The light naturally broke free from the chains and pillars and began to flow.

Just then, the white gem that Scott had thrown began to shine brightly.

The red light surged, like red clouds filling the entire sky, pouring into that tiny, dust-like gem.

"It can actually enter another dimension on its own?"

Scott watched in amazement at the spectacular scene.

Why did it go in?

Merlin, however, remained silent and did not answer his question.

Scott stretched out his hand and made a waving motion in the air.

As he moved, a huge spherical phantom quickly appeared in front of him, showing the scene in another dimension.

Inside the alternate dimension, the ground remained barren and empty, and Scott did not see Slytherin appear.

Meanwhile, endless red clouds surged in the sky, just like outside.

Unable to get an answer from Merlin, Scott could only wait quietly and observe how things unfolded.

When I feel hungry, I take out a delicious apple that I picked from the small island in the middle of the lake and eat it.

Merlin stared at Scott, whose cheeks were bulging from eating.

"I planted those apple trees."

"Thank you!"

Scott grinned broadly and took another bite.

Merlin stretched out his hand, and an apple appeared out of thin air in his hand.

But he only took one bite and then casually threw it away.

The apple he threw away vanished into thin air.

"Pooh!"

Merlin spat out the apple from his mouth.

"This is the most delicious apple I can remember."

He said somewhat listlessly.

"But I've eaten it hundreds of thousands of times, and I'm already tired of the taste."

Scott asked, "Do you only remember the taste of one apple?"

"There was also one that tasted the worst, which left a deep impression on me."