Scott stretched out his right hand and pushed the stone door open in front of him.

The familiar organ music comes to you.

In the passage behind the stone gate, the magic lamp has long been lit.

It's as if Medea knew they were coming.

At this point, Dumblebe passed Scott and walked into the passage first.

Phoenix Fawkes landed directly on his head, crushing his pointed hat to the ground.

Yaxley and Carlo were still tied up and floating behind him.

Scott took a deep breath and followed him into the hallway.

The stone door behind him slowly closed.

As the group walked into the depths of the passage, the beautiful and solemn music became more and more exciting.

Dumbledore stopped at the entrance to the hall.

Scott took a few steps forward, passing by the two floating men, standing beside the principal.

No one spoke, and everyone quietly watched the back of the organ in the hall.

At this time, Medea took off her unusually complicated and gorgeous dress, and only wore a simple black robe.

But her playing seemed more passionate than ever.

Scott saw her figure moving to the music, her long black hair swaying like seaweed, and the fingers of her hands fluttering up and down the multi-layered keyboard, almost seeing only the afterimage.

I don't know why, Scott didn't choose to sink into the song to gain gain this time, just quietly admired.

Until the end of the song, the wide hall still echoed with the aftermath for a long time.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Dumbledore applauded.

"Music," he said, ...... he was moved, "is so charming." ”

Scott began to applaud.

For the first time, he really felt the extraordinaryness of this music.

Not from a magical point of view, just for music.

Medea slowly rose to her feet amid applause, then turned around.

Her face was without that black veil, revealing clear features.

Beauty.

This was Scott's first reaction when he saw it.

Medea is undoubtedly beautiful.

Although her contours, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips are all too sharp, she is still beautiful.

It's so beautiful that it's aggressive.

If that's what she really looks like, Scott thinks the guy who married her would have had the courage.

Medea is like a gorgeous sword, pleasing to the eye, but also sharp.

But in the end, what is in front of them now is just a puppet of Medea's soul.

Who knows if she turned on "beauty" and "filters" when making dolls.

Thinking of this, Scott's heart suddenly stopped.

At this time, Medea spoke.

She skipped Dumbledore and said directly to Scott, "This is the first time you've listened to me seriously, boy. ”

Scott smiled, "It's really a shocking piece of music and performance, no wonder it was so addicted to the classical music club in the first place." ”

"No, I didn't play the music they heard at the beginning."

Medea lifted her chin proudly.

"Only the music I play is the best."

As she spoke, she waved her hand casually, and the organ began to play automatically.

Scott listened quietly.

Sure enough, although it was the same piece of music, it sounded better than Medea herself.

Medea waved her hand again, and the organ that was playing automatically suddenly stopped again.

"How?" She asked Scott.

Scott told the truth, "Of course, your playing is more impressive, Medea." ”

"Of course." Medea nodded.

Scott asked her, "Does that also have Milton's talent?" ”

"Milton?" Medea shook her head, "That kid is very talented, but I don't need it. ”

Scott looked her in the eye and felt that someone as proud as she would not lie about such a thing.

"So, why did you trade with him?" He couldn't help but ask again.

"Because I can see that he is a child who loves music very much." Medea smiled, "I know he'll regret it." ”

Scott understood what she was going to do.

"Your goal is still magic or magical talent." He said, "The magic that was exchanged for him was to earn it back in double." ”

Medea nodded generously in acknowledgement.

"That's right, it's a pity that you and Helena stopped him." She said with some dissatisfaction.

Scott asked, puzzled, "Do you need magic?" Isn't the magic of Hogwarts Castle enough for you? ”

"You don't understand, the magic of a castle is different from the magic that belongs to a wizard who is traded." Medea hooked her lips and smiled, "And I won't be stuck here forever." ”

"Wait......"

Scott understood everything in the flash.

"Oath!"

He stared at Medea with wide eyes.

"The oath is both your instrument and your bondage! You can only get out of here if you break your vows! No wonder ......"

"Is it any wonder you successfully completed the challenge?"

Medea smiled lightly.

"You've guessed right, breaking the oath is also my expectation." She nodded in acknowledgement.

"But ......"

Scott turned to look at Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore just smiled and looked at him encouragingly, not interjecting at all.

Scott turned to Medea and asked, "But why did Lady Gray entrust me to break my vows?" ”

He frowned, subconsciously concealing the existence of Ravenclaw in this matter.

"As the daughter of the Ravenclaw, the Lady of the Oath, Lady Gray knows the contents of the Oath, and there are no conditions binding you."

"Helena did find out everything in the beginning." "But there were things she didn't understand, not even Ravenclaw herself." ”

"What is it?" Scott asked curiously.

Medea smiled again, "You don't seem to be flustered at all. ”

"Our Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, is here." Scott shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice. ”

The implication is that it's none of his business if something goes wrong.

"What a Ravenclaw student." Medea commented coldly.

Scott was unmoved.

He asked his concern, "Medea, why did you inform these two guys to kill me if you also wanted to break your vow?" ”

He gestured to the two men floating behind him.

"Lord Slytherin!" Carlo, who was not gagged, suddenly cried out, "Please save me!" ”

Medea gave him a cold look and muttered in a low voice, "Waste." ”

Scott turned to look at Caro.

The fluffy hair that covered his eyes was scattered, and a pair of eyes that weren't too big were trying to be round.

There's so much sadness in it.

"Why ......"

His tears came as soon as he spoke, and he cried with his mouth crooked.

"Shut up!"

Medea held out a finger, and the beam of the spell flashed, flying in front of Carlo.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand in his hand, dismantling the spell lightly.