“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura……”

Scott chanted an obscure incantation.

At this moment, his mind was empty, and his heart was calm.

“ché la diritta via era smarrita.……”

Gradually, he felt the surface of his skin start to heat up.

Then, the cold magic crystal in his arms gradually became warm.

But he didn't have time to care about it, and he didn't even feel it.

His consciousness seemed to fly.

It seems to swim in the endless brilliant starry sky, and the brilliant light flows through every corner of the body.

It seems to be in the middle of the mountains and rivers, and even the breath has a fresh natural breath.

Suddenly, he became a giant from ancient mythology.

Feet on the earth, blue sky overhead.

Every moment, his body swelled.

Before he knew it, he opened his heart and felt a heartfelt joy.

Sunshine, stars, landscapes, flowers and plants......

Everything was cheering for him.

In this way, I don't know how long it has passed, and time seems to have lost its meaning.

He stands between heaven and earth, in the blink of an eye is the sea, and between the breath is the mulberry field.

But in that hurried time, he could still see the blooming and withering of every flower, the falling and decaying of every leaf, the gathering and drying of every drop of rain, the solidification and melting of every grain of snow.

He seems to be in the heart of the long river of time, turning left to see a wave upstream, and turning right to observe a bubble downstream.

But you will never miss the process of jumping and bursting with a small drop of water splashing in front of you.

It seems that I have been asleep for a thousand years in one breath, and it is as if I have just listened to a wonderful concert.

When Scott woke up, consciousness returned to his body, and he clearly felt the difference in himself.

The feeling of the incomparably abundant magic in his body made him almost moan.

He let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"How long has it been?"

He looked up and asked, a little confused.

Rimbaud replied, "I don't know the exact time, but it doesn't feel like much time has passed." ”

Scott nodded, looking down at the crystal he was holding in his arms.

The size of a human head is now only half of its size.

"I didn't think there would be any left."

He grabbed the magic crystal in one hand, got up, put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and put on his watch.

He looked at the hands on the dial in amazement.

"It only took half an hour?"

"It's pure magic, and of course there's no obstacle for you."

The portrait of the Ravenclaw mentor resurfaces on a blank canvas.

She looked at Scott.

"How's it going to be with the Super Demon promotion, my apprentice?"

"It's good, it's wonderful."

Scott said with a smile.

"It's like music and poetry, beautiful that can't be described in words."

He closed his eyes.

"I feel like I'm many times stronger now than I was half an hour ago."

He opened his eyes, then reached out a hand and tapped his index finger in the air.

A soft light appeared out of thin air.

"Now I can easily do that."

He waved his hand again to disperse the light, and held it up with his outstretched palm.

A blazing flame immediately appeared, hovering above the palm of his hand.

"I don't need a wand, I don't need a spell, I can do a lot of things now."

He waved his hand to let the flames disappear and looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting.

"In short, it's not just a massive increase in magic, but more importantly, a sense of control over magic."

Tutor Ravenclaw smiled.

"It's the same as in the books."

"Congratulations, Scott, you've finally stepped through this door."

"It's something I've only gotten to after I'm thirty."

"I thought it would take you more time to get to this point."

"But you're lucky."

"Yes, I'm lucky."

Scott bowed to the portrait.

"And, of course, thank you for your help, dear mentor."

Ravenclaw said gently, "No thanks, this is what I should do, and this is what I want to do." ”

She paused, then continued, "But I want to remind you that you're only stepping through that door. ”

"You've come far enough compared to most wizards, though. But you're dealing with Salazar, so you haven't really gone far enough. ”

Scott listened carefully to her words and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I see, Mentor."

But......

"What do you mean by that door?"

Ravenclaw replied, "I don't know exactly what to call them, wizards have never been ranked. ”

"But according to our experience, to the extent that you are at your level, you have distanced yourself from ordinary wizards, to a completely different level."

"I'm sure you've felt it, and your perception of magic is naturally different now."

"If it was you before, no matter how much you explain and explain, you won't be able to understand it."

Scott immediately understood.

"You're right, it's like I have a new pair of eyes and see a new world."

In the past, when he cast magic, he had to seriously mobilize his spirit, will, and magic power, supplemented by movements and spells, and rely on the guidance of his wand.

For him now, magic is more of an instinct.

This feeling may be like a civet is born to recognize malice, an invisible beast is born to be invisible, and a basilisk is born to kill with its eyes......

These magical creatures certainly don't know spells and don't have wands, but they are just instinctive and use some magical magic.

Scott hadn't gotten to the point where he used all magic as instinct, but he wasn't the same as before.

At the very least, those relatively simple spells, he can already get their hands on them.

"Okay, we'll have a lot of time to discuss your next step in the future."

Ravenclaw looked into the distance.

"Now that the entrance to the next level has appeared, it's time for you to continue your adventure."

Scott followed her gaze.

In the void where the "stars" were scattered, a door made of light appeared at some point.

He asked in surprise, "When will it ......?"

Rimbaud interjected, "Just as you were performing the magic ceremony, the door appeared. ”

"Perhaps, the condition for that door to appear is to empty all the 'stars' here."

The portrait of Ravenclaw slowly becomes transparent.

"See you later, then, Scott."

"See you later, Tutor Ravenclaw."

When the canvas went blank again, Scott put the frame away.

He packed everything up, including his wand, magic crystals, magic barrier orbs, and Sirein.

Hang [Sacred Tree Fruit] and [Sacred Tree Heart] around your neck, and [Llama Skull] and Shapeshifting Lizard Skin Bag around your waist.

Riding lightly on the broomstick, Scott clenched the broom with both hands and flew towards the white gate of light with Rimbaud.

Before the light gate, Scott stopped and turned to look at Rimbaud.

"Got in."

"Let's go."

With that, they plunged headlong into the light gate.

When they came to their senses, they were in absolute darkness.

"It's so dark in here!"

Rimbaud's voice rang out.

"It seems to be different here than the previous floors."

Scott said, waving his hand.

Countless balls of light the size of tennis balls flew out of his hands, instantly filling the space around him.

With the light, they finally saw a part of where they were at the moment.

"Oh......"

"This ......"

Scott and Rimbaud tilted their heads and let out a meaningless exclamation from their mouths.

Above them, a behemoth with a clear view took over the entire field of vision.

Scott reached out and scattered more of the light.

"It's ...... Tower? ”

He looked at the giant black tower above.

I don't know what material the tower was made of, I can't see any traces of the pile, and there are no more doors and windows, like a huge obsidian natural form.

What's even more peculiar is that the giant tower resembles a cone, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

A tower that is completely upside down.

According to the structure of the building, it is clear that the towers above them have a total of five floors.

"Were we in this tower just now?" Rimbaud lamented, "And now we're coming out from within? ”

Scott looked down, and what had been a towering spire was now deep into the endless darkness.

"It still needs to be observed." He said.

Then, riding a broomstick and carrying a floating ball of light, he flew up and down the tower several times with Rimbaud.

Upon closer inspection, he found that the entire tower did not have any entrances to enter, and that there were no gaps in the top of the space connected to it.

"It seems that the breakthrough should be below."

Scott looked down again, at the spire.

"Is this what a man dies at the bottom of the tower?"

"Isn't that dangerous?" Rimbaud was a little nervous, "Let's summon the crow to explore the way." ”

You don't feel sorry for your people, Lord Blackwing.

Scott sneered, but pulled his wand out of the way.

Rimbaud asked him, "Aren't you okay without a wand?" ”

Scott smiled, "But using a wand will undoubtedly make it easier for me." ”

As he spoke, he waved his wand.

A flock of crows appeared, flying around Scott and Rimbaud a few times.

"Quack Quack ......"

Rimbaud opened his mouth and screamed, and the crows dispersed and flew towards the spire below.

But as they approached below, their flight movements suddenly stiffened, and then they all fell into the deep darkness beneath the spire as if they were petrified.

"This ......"

Rimbaud watched this scene with some dumbfounded.

"Is it poison, or is it a curse?"

Scott frowned and waved his wand again.

"Divine Guard!"

After being promoted by the Ultra Demon, Scott used the Patronus Charm again, and his Patronus also changed a lot.

The silver peregrine falcon spreads its wings and flies out.

Not only is this peregrine falcon much larger, but the silver glow it emits is purer and brighter than the moonlight of a full moon.

"Phew!"

With a cry, the glow-wrapped peregrine falcon seemed to be draped in a long white veil and flew under the giant tower, illuminating the deep darkness.

Or rather, the darkness seems to have been banished all at once.

Scott and Rimbaud saw the spiral staircase that went down around the spire.

"Sure enough, there is one more floor below this tower, a total of seven floors." Scott said.

Such speculation is not because of anything else, but because seven is more magical than six.

"You want to go down?" Rimbaud jumped on the broom, "It's too dangerous! You can't be sure that the bird expelled the curse or the toxin there! ”

Scott laughed, "The old way, of course. ”

Sirein, the magic barrier ball.

Double protection is back in the picture.

Scott, sitting in the barrier of mana, waved his wand and easily cast an iron armor spell that transformed into a sphere.

Double protection becomes three layers.

Then there's the Bubble Head Charm.

Cover your mouth and nose with a bubble formed by magic, like a gas mask.

Quadruple protection.

To be on the safe side, he recast a Patronus charm and kept the Patronus by his side.

"Let's go, Sirein!"

As he stretched out his hand, outside the magic barrier, the water balloon shook his head and tail, controlling the huge water ball to float to the bottom of the giant tower, where the spire was.

As the distance slowly approached, with the help of the silver light emitted by the Patronus, Scott clearly saw the change in the water balloon.

The water that used to be crystal clear is getting darker little by little.

While Sirein was not afraid as a product of Transfiguration, the blackening of the water balloon undoubtedly obscured Scott's vision.

Scott decisively ordered, "Keep the water changing, Sirein!" ”

At his orders, Sirein began to make new water and drain the contaminated parts of the balloon.

Subsequently, they began to really approach the spire.

From a distance, the spire is undoubtedly sharp, but up close, the long spire is actually a thick pillar of two people hugging each other.

Huge stone slabs rotate down the spire, forming a spiral staircase.

Scott commanded again, "Go down, down the stairs." ”

The obedient Sirein began to manipulate the ever-updating water balloon to float downward.

Lap and lap.

Soon, Scott began to find himself bored.

Even if there was too much light, there was no deep darkness that could not be seen too far away.

There are no surprises other than the monotonous repetition of spires and spiral staircases.

Lap and lap.

Scott even felt a little sleepy.

Bored, he began experimenting with non-lethal spells inside the barrier, without a wand and without a sound.

Lap and lap.

Rimbaud couldn't help but ask, "Are we entering the ninth layer of hell?" ”

"yes." Scott yawned, "Maybe see Satan too." ”

And just like that, after a long time, about three hours later, Scott finally saw a new view.

A majestic temple made of huge stones.

Or rather, a colossus stone sculpture fused with the building of a temple gradually.

The temple is shaped like a tall chair on which a huge figure sits.

One-eyed, long-haired.

He wears an eagle's helmet and gold armor.

He was armed with a spear and wore a gold ring.

Scott looked at the 100-meter-tall colossus in shock and quickly made a judgment.

"It's the Idol of Odin!"

Yes, the idol of Odin.

The spear in his hand is the Eternal Spear Gungnir, and the gold ring in his hand is the Dropnir Gold Ring.

His throne is the supreme throne where you can see the nine worlds.

At his feet are two fierce wolves, Keely and Kulic.

On his shoulders are two ravens, Fojin and Wuni.