It's not that Scott doesn't aspire to immortality.

But what he longed for was perfect immortality.

If he just maintains immortality, he needs to rely on the so-called elixir to survive, and to live in pain, in his opinion, it is better to die.

"I heard ......"

Scott said as he played with the disposable Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

“…… If Medea wants to be truly resurrected, she needs a large source of mana. ”

He looked at Medea in the painting.

"Why did you give me this treasure?"

His eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Could she be able to mass-produce such disposable philosopher's stones?"

"Think beautifully!"

Medea in the painting glanced at him.

"The Philosopher's Stone was left by my father, and this is already the last one!"

"The last piece was given to me?" Scott was a little incredulous, "Why?" ”

"I'd love to know."

Medea in the painting suddenly laughs.

"When you see the real me, you can ask her yourself."

"Okay."

Scott placed the Philosopher's Stone in his leather bag.

"Thank you."

He sincerely thanked him.

Though......

Like Jacob's kid said, there's never a free lunch.

Medea gave him two rare treasures, which were impossible to say without asking for them.

Scott had already figured out that his future self would definitely pay some price for it.

But he now feels the deal can be done.

Let's talk about the future.

There was no way, these two treasures were too much in line with his heart, and it was absolutely impossible for him to return them.

"You can go."

At this time, Medea in the painting began to urge.

"Okay."

Scott didn't want to stay longer, either.

If you stay here for a long time, you may face some trouble.

He turned around and walked out the door with the bat and the gray wolf.

As the stone door slowly closed, he couldn't help but glance back at the shelves full of books.

At this moment, his eyes were full of longing.

Until the stone door closed completely, Scott took a deep breath and walked back the way he came.

After more than twenty minutes, he was standing at the top of the stone steps.

As he was about to recite the secret order, he opened the stone brick above his head when he suddenly heard a voice above him.

Scott immediately held his breath and stepped back lightly.

Fortunately, he tried to perceive it just now, and found that the stone slab above his head had the effect of isolating perception, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

When he was far enough away, he waved his wand lightly, causing the listening bat to fly up, just clinging to the gap in the stone brick.

Then, the not-so-clear voice began to ring in his ears intermittently.

"Here...... Stool...... I don't know who ......."

It was Dumbledore's voice.

Scott gasped and looked at the gray wolf lying at his feet.

Hehe...... The stool is here!

"There must be someone...... ...... happened today"

Then he heard Snape's voice.

"I recommend...... Student...... Bedroom...... Counting ......"

Oops, they're going to count the numbers!

Scott's heart pounded rapidly.

He thought about it, straddled the gray wolf's back, grabbed the hair on its neck with both hands, and crawled on its back.

In the next second, the gray wolf began to run and jump downwards as fast as he could.

Along the way, Scott almost got thrown off several times, but he held on.

This time, the journey of more than 20 minutes was shortened a lot.

After about five minutes, he was back at the door.

"Quick! Let me in! ”

He said to the serpentine sculpture on the door.

No response.

Those sculptures are like dead things.

Scott raised his hand and began knocking on the door.

"Medea! Medea! ”

He shouted.

"Open the door, or someone will find out here!"

As soon as his words fell, the snake on the stone door finally moved.

When the stone door slowly opened a man-wide space, Scott immediately rushed inside.

"Medea!"

He ran to the table.

"Now the principal and professors are blocked at the entrance, and I can't go out that way!"

"You can wait until they're gone before you go out!" Medea in the painting said impatiently.

"No way!" Scott shook his head, "They're getting ready to count the number of students!" ”

Medea in the painting stares at him, "Why?" ”

"Because ......," Scott said truthfully, "I turned the stool in front of the bandstand into a wolf." ”

He pointed to the gray wolf.

"You ......"

Medea glared at him fiercely.

"Over there!"

She gestured behind the bookshelf.

At the same time, the bookshelf began to move laterally, revealing a black wooden door.

Scott hurriedly ran over.

At the same time, there was an eerie hissing sound behind him.

He glanced back, and it was Medea in the painting who was speaking.

It's a Parseltongue!

The door opened.

Scott hurriedly rushed out, and the gray wolf followed him closely.

"The door on the other side of the passage will open for you temporarily."

Medea's voice came.

He glanced around, waved his hand, and decided to ride the wolf to buy time.

Scott rode the gray wolf through the underground passages.

Fortunately, there was no fork in the road ahead, and he could move forward without hesitation.

After five minutes, a door finally appeared in front of me.

Scott hurriedly slowed down the gray wolf and stopped in front of the door.

He jumped off the back of the gray wolf, leaned over to the door, listened to the movement outside, and let out his magic sense.

Then, he pulled out the map and lit his wand.

"This is ......"

He quickly found his place.

Outside the door is the abandoned dungeon on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle.

After reconfirming that there was no one nearby, Scott extinguished his wand and backhanded the gray wolf back into a stool.

"Disappear!"

Then, he used the Vanishing Charm to make the stool disappear completely.

"Clean up!"

After waving his wand again, Scott pushed open the door and walked out.

When he turned around, there was only a bare stone wall behind him.

Scott didn't care so much for the time being, and walked quickly out of the confines of the dungeon and turned to the door of the classical music club.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the music coming from inside.

Pushing the door open, Scott walked inside.

"Excuse me."

He asked a girl not far from the door, who was flipping through the sheet music.

"Is Milton here?"

"Sorry, he's not here." The girl glanced at him and lowered her head in reply, "Milton practiced all day during the day today and didn't come at night. ”

"Thank you."

Scott smiled at her kindly, and turned to walk out the door, regardless of whether she saw it or not.

After closing the door, he straightened his clothes again and walked towards the staircase that led to the ground.

As he passed by the Potions classroom, Snape was walking from the top of the stairs.

"Mr. Trollope."

When Snape saw him, he immediately slid over like a poisonous snake, and spoke in his usual tone.

"Why are you here?" "It's Sunday, and I don't think you need to come here for Potions class," he asked, " ”

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Scott turned his head and replied politely.

"I went to the classical music club to look for Milton, but unfortunately he wasn't there."

"Hmph."

Snape's gaze swept over him several times.

"I'll ask."

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