Stepping through the collapsed gate and into the darkness inside the pyramid, Scott took out the magic lamp again.

He tapped his finger on the wall of the lamp, making the glow of the magic lamp brighter.

The soft light, which is not harsh, illuminates the interior scene, but also casts huge shadows on the walls.

Scott walked over to the wall and took a closer look at the ancient writing left on the wall.

"This is what I left before I died."

Mr. Jeffrey floated silently to his side.

"I'm worried that even if I become a ghost, I won't be able to hold out until the day when the latecomer appears."

Scott didn't speak.

The text on the wall is exactly the same as the story that Mr. Jeffrey just told him.

"Fortunately, I finally waited for you, and these messages are meaningless."

Mr. Jeffrey smiled reassuringly, and turned to float up a staircase.

"Come on, I can't wait to leave everything to you!"

"Okay."

Scott answered, followed him up the steep staircase.

"That's nice."

Helena said happily to Scott.

"This time there are no troublesome and dangerous tests, with Mr. Jeffrey here, you can inherit that knowledge smoothly!"

"yes." Scott looked appreciative, "I'm really lucky." ”

Rimbauan rested quietly on Scott's left shoulder, silent.

[The magic mirror] floated above his head, still recording what was happening in front of him.

The small frame floats to his right, and the Ravenclaw in the painting hooks the corners of his lips.

Led by Mr. Jeffrey, they walked up the staircase without guardrails, turning one turn after another.

As they go up, the quadrilateral shape of the staircase becomes smaller and smaller.

Finally, they stopped in front of a stone door without any decoration.

"Go ahead."

Mr. Jeffrey turned to Scott and said.

"Use your magic to write all the initial runes of 'Yggtrasil' on the door, and the door will open automatically."

"I see."

Scott stepped forward, stretched out his fingers, and scribbled an intricate rune on the smooth stone door.

When he dropped the last stroke, he heard a "click" sound.

Then, the stone door began to move to the right, slowly retracting into the wall.

Inside the door appears to be an old study.

On the iron frame of the surrounding wall, several torches burned quietly.

"That's the Gu Pu Lai Immortal Fire." Helena whispered.

Scott nodded, continuing to observe the furnishings.

On several rows of stone shelves, stacks and rolls of animal skins are neatly arranged.

In the rest of the room, five large stone tables are placed.

On those tables were all sorts of utensils, many of which had decayed.

Although there are a lot of things, the indoor space is not cramped, but very spacious.

In particular, a large open space is reserved in the center.

There are also some intricate patterns carved on the floor.

"Welcome to our studio."

Mr. Jeffrey floated into the room, stopped in front of the shelves with the skin rolls, and turned to look at Scott standing in the doorway.

"Come on in, I'll be happy to tell you about the valuable knowledge we've left behind!"

"I'm sorry."

Scott smiled, placed the magic lamp in his hand on the floor in the doorway, and stepped forward.

He walked unhurriedly, but soon came to the carved clearing.

"Come here, Scott."

Mr. Jeffrey beckoned to him.

Scott lifted one foot again, but it never fell.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Jeffrey asked, confused.

"Ah, I'm not going to go."

Scott smiled back and withdrew the foot.

Mr. Jeffrey asked with concern, "Isn't it comfortable?" ”

Scott shook his head, "Not really, I should say, if I take two more steps forward, it will become uncomfortable." ”

"How so?"

Mr. Jeffrey smiled gently.

"It's okay, it's safe here. Unlike the Ice Palace in Niforheim, we don't have any traps here. ”

Scott smiled but didn't move.

At this time, Helena also sensed that something was wrong.

"What's going on?" She asked Scott softly.

Scott smiled, "Then I'll have to ask Mr. Jeffrey." ”

Hearing him say this, the smile on Mr. Jeffrey's face immediately disappeared.

"You found out?"

Mr. Jeffrey's expression was cold, but his voice was still gentle.

"How did you find out?"

"You've got a wonderful story, Mr. Jeffrey." Scott said, "Unfortunately, I didn't believe it. ”

Mr. Jeffrey looked at him and sighed, "Can you tell me why?" I've been pondering those words for more than a thousand years. ”

"Maybe it's because you're not good at lying."

Scott laughed.

"I guess, you've always been the kind of wizard who buries your head in research, and you haven't interacted with too many people except for your classmates, and you've been isolated here for so many years......"

With that, he shrugged his shoulders.

"When it comes to lying, I'm much better than you."

Mr. Jeffrey was still a little confused, "I thought I was doing perfectly. ”

"Maybe it's because it's too perfect and smooth."

Scott sighed as well.

"It's so deliberate, you should have rehearsed it countless times, even down to every expression, every tone, it's almost mechanical."

It's like an actor who has become tired of acting, has no real feelings, and only relies on technique to act.

This kind of actor may be called a good actor, but he is full of craftsmanship.

For this kind of unobtrusive and insincere performance, the audience will of course feel it.

Hearing this, Helena's face was full of shock, "Wait, why didn't I see what you said?" ”

"Oh, my daughter, I'm not surprised by that."

The Ravenclaw in the painting said unceremoniously.

"After all, it's not the first time you've been deceived."

"Mother's ......"

Helena was speechless and bowed her head in shame.

"That's not a reason."

Mr. Jeffrey was still somewhat unrecognizable to Scott's claim.

"I'm just a ghost who has been trapped alone for more than a thousand years, and it's normal to lose my emotions and forget how to communicate with people."

"You're right." Ravenclaw began, "But you're too fluid in your storytelling. ”

"I'm waiting for the heir to 'Agasd', and I want to tell him about the past, and I want to prevent myself from forgetting, so I've been practicing," Mr. Jeffrey said. ”

This time it was Helena's turn to refute him.

"Ghosts don't forget what they remembered, especially when they were killed!"

"You're not a ghost at all, and you don't know enough about ghosts!"

"Am I wrong again?"

Mr. Jeffrey was stunned.

"It's true that I haven't interacted with ghosts, nor have I studied anything related to ghosts."

"I was just suspicious of you, but I wasn't sure you were really lying, until I got into this studio," Scott said. ”

"I didn't show any flaws."

Mr. Jeffrey thought for a moment.

"You should be attracted by this valuable knowledge."

Ravenclaw said, "You're too anxious to know that Scott has a keen sense of magic fluctuations, which is his natural talent." ”

"I see."

Mr. Jeffrey looked at the inscribed patterns on the stone slabs on the ground.

"Indeed, I was too anxious, I should wait for you to step into the position I prepared for you before starting the magic ritual."

Scott guessed, "You must also want to occupy my body and take my place." ”

"Also?" Mr. Jeffrey looked surprised.

"Ah, you're not alone." Scott said.

Voldemort wanted to replace Harry and be reborn.

Salazar Slytherin wanted to devour him, the [Immortal], in order to resist the erosion of fate.

It's no surprise that there is one more Mr. Jeffrey now.

"Forget it." Mr. Jeffrey shook his head, "I'm not interested in other people's affairs. ”

His figure flickered, becoming more and more transparent until it was gone.

Then, another Mr. Jeffrey emerged from a roll of hides on the shelf.

His body, though still translucent, is no longer the ghostly white.

Although his facial features were blurred, Scott could still tell that he was very old.

It is clear that this Mr. Jeffrey did not die in his youth, but from old age.

"Souls?" Scott recognized his state at this point, "You also made Horcruxes?" ”

Mr. Jeffrey did not deny it, and said in an old and hoarse voice, "Yes, in order to maintain immortality, there is only the method of Horcruxes. ”

Scott asked with interest, "So, what was the truth back then?" ”

"It's me who regrets it."

Mr. Jeffrey said in a sigh-like voice.

"When I was young, I was willing to die for my ideals with my passion."

"But as time passed, I began to lose the boring and barren life of hiding here, and the life that could be seen at a glance."

Helena exclaimed, "So you're the one who wants to get out of here!" ”

"It's me."

Mr. Jeffrey graciously admitted.

"But my idea was unanimously opposed by my companions, who wanted to have all the knowledge of the school, who were afraid that the Holy See would get it."

"Even if I wanted to give up my ideals and remain incognito, they wouldn't dare to take any risks."

"They will only rigidly follow the orders of the leaders of the school, pinning their hopes on an illusory future."

"But the future is too far away, and even if there are prophecies, we will never be able to wait for the moment when the prophecies will come true."

Scott had a headache when he heard the prophecy, "Another prophecy? ”

"Yes, the last prophecy made by one of the prophets of the school before his death in the moment of peril in the battle with the Holy See."

Mr. Jeffrey told Scott.

"Even if 'Agasd' disappears, our ideals will not be extinguished, and there will be descendants in the future to inherit our legacy and complete our unfinished ideals."

"It is precisely because of this prophecy that the leader of the school will let us leave with the research materials and keep the school's legacy in the secret realm."

"It is also because of this that my companions hide here without regrets, silently waiting for themselves to grow old."

At this, he laughed a few ugly times.

"Do you think we would have made such a choice if it hadn't been for the prophecy?"

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

This prophecy did not affect him anything.

He was ready to carry on the legacy of "Agaste" and fulfill that great ideal.

Although this is contrary to his old idea of being alone.

Although he also swore to Medea that he would never set up any troublesome organizations.

But he has embraced his conversion.

At this time, Scott heard Helena asking, "Did you really kill your companion?" ”

"That's right."

Mr. Jeffrey is still acknowledging.

Helena asked, "Then why didn't you leave?" ”

"Hehe......"

Mr. Jeffrey let out another nasty laugh.

"My companions, they are all outstanding wizards."

"Because my sneak attack caused them to be injured, I had the upper hand in the fight."

"But they don't take down easily when they are injured."

"Seeing that there was no hope of victory, they simply sacrificed all their lives and strength together, completely blocking the entrance and exit of the secret realm, causing me to no longer be able to open the spatial passage."

"What?"

Rimbaud, who had been quiet, became anxious when he heard this, and suddenly shouted.

"Scott, can't we get out?"

"Apparently not." Scott smiled and said, "Didn't we come in, thousands of years have passed, and the power of the blockade should have disappeared." ”

Helena also said, "Otherwise it doesn't make sense for Mr. Jeffrey to occupy Scott's body." ”

Rimbaud asked, "Why didn't he leave when he could already leave?" ”

Scott scoffed, "Do you want to leave like this lonely ghost?" His dying arrangements were here, and of course he wanted to wait until the 'container' arrived. ”

Hearing that he did not shy away from labeling himself a "container", Mr. Jeffrey laughed again.

Scott asked directly, "You should have something else, Mr. Jeffrey?" ”

"Yes, I haven't failed yet."

Mr. Geoffrey's soul began to glow blood-red.

"Thank you for listening to me so much, now you have nowhere to run, Scott."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pattern on the ground in front of Scott lit up red.

Soon, strange blood-red patterns appeared on the surrounding walls.

Translucent chains emerge from the air.

Several chains connected to the ground beneath Scott's feet at one end, forming a circle, and the other end connected to the walls in all directions.

"Ga ......"

Rimbaud let out a startled cry and flew off Scott's shoulder.

Scott looks like a poor bug trapped in a spider's web.

"Even if you know 'Uqtrasil', you won't be able to escape."

Mr. Jeffrey floated up to Scott.

"The larger magic ritual has been activated, and my setup has sealed off all the space."

"Scott, be careful!"

Helena reached out to grab Scott, but her palm passed through his body.

"I'm fine, Helena."

Scott's face was calm, and his body slowly became transparent.

"It's just a phantom."

Mr. Jeffrey finally couldn't keep his composure and shouted, "When?" ”

Scott laughs, "Before stepping into this studio, of course. ”

Helena said happily, "Oh, even I didn't find out, but luckily you were prepared, Scott." ”

"It's okay!"

Mr. Jeffrey began to scream.

"As long as you're in this pyramid, you won't be able to escape my ritual capture!"

As he spoke, he flew out the door like a gust of wind.

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