"Fluorescent flicker!"

Scott tapped his wand in the air several times, and several inconspicuous glows like fireflies floated in front of him.

He began to read the letter in the dim light.

[You didn't disappoint me, boy.]

I appreciate your prudence...... ］

I seem to have been fooled.

Scott thought.

[Shafiq didn't lie to you, I instructed her to write that letter to you.]

You didn't believe her.

The raven you sent to investigate her is a good piece of work, and it looks like you've used up that Philosopher's Stone...... ］

Well, I was really fooled.

Scott sighed.

[Then contact me directly, boy.]

My little fireplace number is "Number 01".

m?s］

Scott grimaced and threw the letter and envelope into the air.

"The flames are blazing!"

Flames erupted from his raised wand, burning the paper to ashes.

Small fireplace?

Why don't you call PHS!

Scott took the small fireplace out of the cardboard box, opened the jar containing Floo powder, and scooped a little Floo powder into the fireplace with a small spoon in it.

Boom!

A green flame rose in the small fireplace.

"Number 01." Scott said the number.

The green flame in the small fireplace flickered, and Medea could be heard in it.

"Good evening, boy." She chuckled and said, "Looks like you've received the mail I sent you." ”

"Good evening, Medea."

Scott's voice was calm.

He didn't speak rashly, wanting Medea to take the initiative to explain her intentions.

"You're confused?" Medea asked in a smiling tone.

It's really difficult.

Scott sighed helplessly, "I'm just a mediocre fourth-year wizard, and I really don't know why I am valued by Miss Slytherin. ”

"Hehehehehe......"

Medea seemed to laugh with joy.

"That's interesting." She said.

Scott pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"In that case, don't think about it so much, boy." Medea said, "I don't ask anything of you, so accept my gift with peace of mind." ”

I can't have peace of mind.

Scott thought.

"Are you so sure I won't tell Dumbledore about this?" He asked curiously.

"Of course, you can't give up the treasure you've gotten and the knowledge you're about to have the opportunity to get, you're a Ravenclaw!" Medea said firmly.

I can't help it.

Scott thought.

Whether it was the two treasures that could be called gifts, or the books and notes kept in the secret room, he couldn't bear it.

"Am I right?" Medea said, "How can a greedy raven be willing to let go of its claws when it has already grasped something?" ”

Scott took a deep breath.

After calming down, he asked again, "And what about your purpose?" In addition to seeking recovery, you should have a bigger goal. ”

Medea was silent for a moment, then laughed again.

"You're with Sharp, Scott. But it's too early for you, you just have to focus on your own business. She said.

“……”

What's going on with this look that eats me?

Scott took another deep breath.

He asked in a calm tone, "Hearing you say this, it seems that you have already decided that I will join your command in the future?" ”

My goal is to become a free wind and eagle, and I will never join any organization or anyone else.

He thought for sure.

"You're mistaken, Scott."

Medea finally stopped laughing, and her tone became a little more serious.

"As I said, I have high expectations of you, so I don't treat you as a subordinate. You should look a little further ahead, and I think you will be my collaborator in the future, of course, the equal. ”

"It's kind of weird." Scott was surprised, "I don't deserve to be taken seriously." ”

"I think it's okay to have."

Medea said domineeringly.

"I trust my own judgment."

Scott was speechless.

"Alright, let's talk about something else."

Medea's voice became lighter.

"Is this little fireplace fun?"

She laughed again.

"This is my design, I've walked around the Muggle world, and I have to say, the world has changed so much."

"You don't discriminate against Muggles?" Scott was even more surprised.

"Why discriminate against them?" Medea rightly said, "Although they have no magic, they have the same wisdom as the wizards." ”

Scott was impressed with Medea.

"Wizards and Muggles, perhaps, are just two different types of people walking different paths."

Medea said again.

"I see that the way Muggles perceive the world is interesting now. They have been freed from the influence that the knowledge that had come from the wizards had exerted on them. ”

"This ......"

Scott didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is it so up-to-date?

Slytherin granny who has been sleeping for a thousand years!

This is much better than Voldemort, a descendant of her bloodline who has been separated by an unknown number of generations.

"Alright, that's all for today. I found something interesting. ”

Medea's voice came again.

"Goodbye, Scott. Looking forward to the next exchange. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the green flame inside the small fireplace popped out.

Scott was stunned for a moment, then put the fireplace powder into the cardboard box.

He re-fastened the carton with a rope, then tucked it into the deformed lizard skin pouch around his waist.

When he stood up and raised his head and stretched his waist, he suddenly froze.

Oops, Rimbaud!

Rimbaud won't be captured by Medea.

It's a transformation of a philosopher's stone!

Just thinking about that possibility, Scott clutched his chest in distress.

Think about the good......

Medea and Shafiq won't necessarily be together.

Even together don't necessarily capture Rimbaud.

If you want to catch it, you will catch it before.

Scott desperately tried to comfort himself.

No way! I'm still worried!

Scott looked up at the night sky.

Now that Rimbaud had already flown away, he had no way to contact it.

I hope my good friend Rimbaud will return safely......

With a heavy heart in his heart, Scott walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

But he quickly smiled again.

Because when he came to the bottom of the Ravenclaw Tower, Rimbaud once again sped down from the night sky and flew in front of Scott.

"Why are you back, Rimbaud." Scott asked him curiously, stopping it on his arm.

"I ......"

Rimbaud blinked.

"Scott?"

It seemed startled by Scott in front of it.

"How did I end up here?"

Rimbaud flew up and circled around Scott.

"What's going on? Am I under the Imperius curse? ”

It cried out in some panic.

"Okay......"

Scott beckoned to it to quiet it again.

"I don't know how, though."

His eyes flashed and he laughed again.

"But that's fine."

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