When night falls, Scott is left alone in his bedroom.

Ever since Scott had used arithmetic divination to make money, Eddie had been playing with the Weasley twins as if he had been beaten up.

Scott didn't care how they worked, he just had to put the screened customers in front of him.

Roger is battling it out on the Quidditch pitch.

As we entered February, the Quidditch competition between the four houses became more and more intense.

Now, all four teams are working hard to get all the time to train, even in the evenings.

Milton also went to the classical music club to practice, and in this regard, he hardly wasted any time outside of school.

Scott sat on the single couch in front of the bedroom window, playing with a red gem in his hand.

This is exactly what Medea gave him, a one-time philosopher's stone.

He hadn't had time to observe this treasure since he got it, and his roommates weren't there, so he just took it out and studied it.

In the perception of magical power, this philosopher's stone is like an aggregate of high-concentration magical power, emitting conspicuous magical fluctuations like the sun all the time.

Scott rubbed it in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and couldn't see anything.

Of course, he was not surprised by this.

Although this is only a one-time magic stone, it is also a magic stone.

If it is so easy to see something, then the Philosopher's Stone cannot be called the highest achievement of alchemy.

Scott was thinking more about whether or not to use it.

As long as he uses this disposable magic stone, he can obtain a highly intelligent Transfiguration product.

According to his vision, the fully embodied Raven Rimbaud would also be of great help to him in battle, which would undoubtedly directly enhance his strength.

But this is the Philosopher's Stone.

Only one piece.

If you use it, you won't be able to do it

Although Scott didn't know where to start for the time being, he was eager to look into it.

If he could master the method of making such a one-time magic stone, then he would be in for a lot of money.

Not to mention any other roles, if you use a disposable magic stone as a consumable in battle......

He can play the turret style of ancient spells with modern spells.

How do you say that......

More is beauty, big is good, caliber is justice, and turret is truth......

The curse of the thick bucket, the single body becomes a group attack, just ask if you are afraid!

Just thinking about it, Scott almost drooled.

But he could only think about it.

This is clearly not realistic.

He tossed the warm stone in his hand.

This thing is obviously not that easy to make, and it may have to pay a great price.

Otherwise, Slytherin and Medea would have played flowers a thousand years ago.

After all, people are not stupid.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

Suddenly, Scott heard a knock on the glass of the window behind him.

When he looked back, he saw a strange owl standing on the windowsill, looking at him with round golden eyes.

Scott saw the letter on its feet.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

The owl stared at each other and pecked at the glass three more times, as if urging him.

"Here we are."

Scott got up and walked over and opened the window.

"Goo-Goo......

The owl chirped twice and lifted its foot gripping the envelope.

"Thank you."

Scott reached for the letter and pulled out a bag of cookies from the cabinet and placed it in front of it.

"Goo-Goo......

The owl glanced at the biscuits, grabbed the biscuit bag with its talons and flew away.

Scott closed the window, and then sat down again to read the letter in his hand.

Another blank envelope.

Is it Medea again?

He opened the envelope, pulled out the paper, and unfolded it.

[Hello, Dear Mr. Trollope.]

Take the liberty of writing.

I'm a follower of Ms. M?S, Katie? Shafiq.

By the way, I am not a member of the Shafiq family, the Sacred Twenty-Eight, which was completely severed after the 30th generation of the 20th century.

I'm a half-blood wizard, but I just happen to have the last name Shafiq. ］

When Scott saw this, he felt a little strange.

What is this?

What's your last name, what's my business?

He complained silently, and then read on.

[Thanks to the great M?S, she's unlike any other pure-blood wizard.]

She didn't look down on me because of my bloodline, and I found my self-worth here.

By the way, the reason I am writing this letter to you is because from today, I represent your liaison. ］

Scott raised an eyebrow unconsciously.

Liaison?

[For your safety, I will convey the future contact between you and Ms. M?S.

Ms. M?S expects a lot from you and she is optimistic about your future.

Please keep up the good work for Ms. M?S!

ps. If you want to write to me, please send it to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Transportation.

Katie? Shafiq]

“……”

After reading the letter, Scott felt inexplicable.

When did he become Medea's subordinate?

"Please continue to work hard for Ms. M?S"?

After thinking about it, Scott threw the letter paper and envelope on the ground in a ball, and then pulled out his wand.

"The flames are blazing!"

With a bang, the fire ignited, and the paper ball quickly burned to ashes.

Scott pushed open the windowsill again, waving his wand and letting the ashes drift out of the window.

Then he sat on the windowsill and blew the cold wind.

He decided not to pay attention to the inexplicable letter.

Regardless of the so-called Katie? Whether Shafiq was a follower of Medea or someone else, Scott would not have written to her.

Anyway, Scott thinks he has a lot to do with Medea.

Although he accepted Medea's gift, it was also given by her on her own initiative.

It's just that......

To this day, he still doesn't know what Medea's purpose is.

And why did she leave those two gifts for him?

Is it really because she is optimistic about his future, as she said?

Whether others believe it or not, Scott doesn't believe it anyway.

He knew that Medea's current goal was, of course, to be fully resurrected.

But what about after resurrection?

What do you want to do?

She had been planning for thousands of years before she saw the light of day, and Scott didn't quite believe Helena's reason.

Is Medea really just for a Slytherin compliment and recognition?

That Medea is too sweet.

Sweeter than Helena.

Scott always felt that the thousand-year-old lady was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and that she might have a bigger conspiracy hatching.

For now, if this letter is true, it means that Medea may have begun to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic.

According to Professor Flitwick, Medea had broken into the Ministry of Magic, but the Ministry of Magic had since blocked the news.

What exactly did she do at the Ministry of Magic?

This is also a question worth exploring.

Scott thought about these questions over and over again for a long time, but he never had a clue.

He took the disposable Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket again and looked down for a moment.

In the end, he decided to use it now.

7017k