Two months after Christmas, Scott had a rough day.

The members of the Witch Society who have been identified are very peaceful.

Medea didn't break into Grevis' house and take the magic item.

The druids, for their part, were still not ready to open the passage.

Nothing happened.

Scott started out with a lot of attention, but later devoted more energy to his studies and research.

All along, he never stopped improving his magical skills.

In the stage of metamorphosis, which he is best at, he can finally transform matter at will to a certain extent.

At this stage, if Scott's special Transfiguration is to go further, it must rely on the progress of magic and alchemy.

In terms of alchemy, his progress is no small.

Theoretically, even Ravenclaw has not much to teach him, what he needs is a long period of practical research accumulation.

As for spells, he focused on two types of supermagic inherited from the Asgardian school.

Whether it's the spatial super magic "Yggdrasil" or the attack super magic "Ganganir", there is a lot of potential to be tapped.

These two types of supermagic are not just two powerful spells, but each represents a system of knowledge that ancient wizards have studied.

As long as Scott continues to study in depth, he will benefit immensely, and he can even achieve "one trick and eat all over the world." ”

"It's a bit too much material to spend this time."

In the alchemy workshop in the Room of Requirement, Scott will take back the [Eye of Odin] space from the "summoned beast" that he has transformed beyond recognition.

"Luckily, I got the collection that belonged to 'Asgard'."

Helena, who was watching from the sidelines, whispered, "In the modern wizarding world, no wizard has such a luxury as you. ”

Scott laughed, "But it's worth it." ”

This is the guarantee of one's own life.

He looked up and said to the Ravenclaw portrait in the frame on the wall, "Dear Mentor, I'm ready." ”

Ravenclaw said, "You really can't build up in a short period of time. ”

Helena asked curiously, "So, what if Scott is against Slytherin now?" ”

Ravenclaw's answer, however, was not so rosy.

"If Slytherin still has the strength of its prime, or even further, then Scott's chances of winning are not very good."

"How so?" Helena was a little incredulous, "I thought he was well prepared. ”

Ravenclaw said, "The odds are not great, but they are not impossible. ”

"Don't worry."

By this time, Scott was confident in himself.

"I'm not going to go head-to-head with Slytherin."

"That's right."

Ravenclaw smiled.

"If I am an enemy of Salazar, although the hard power is not as good as Salazar, I can guarantee that I am invincible."

Helena looked at Ravenclaw in the painting, "You want to say that wisdom is the most important thing?" ”

"That's it." Ravenclaw rightly said.

But Helena said, "I don't think Slytherin lacks wisdom either. ”

"Of course, who would lack wisdom among wizards who can get this far."

Ravenclaw spoke calmly.

"But I know Salazar well enough that even if he changes after he left Hogwarts, the weaknesses in his personality don't go away, and that's Scott's strength."

After spending almost half of his collection of materials to upgrade the "Summoned Beast", Scott's study life entered a relatively flat stage.

In the future, if you want to make progress, you can only rely on the accumulation of time, so he is not so urgent, but let his study and life go according to the class.

At the same time, the "Tower of Babel" organization is also developing step by step.

Over time, the members of the organization are no longer just a few people in the past, but more and more students have joined them.

Of course, the Tower of Babel has been in the stage of accumulating strength, and it is still extremely far from the goal of creating a new world.

As his research into space magic deepened, Scott became more aware of the difficulty of this goal.

In order to better accomplish the goal, Scott did not cherish the broom, but shared the information of "Ygtra Hill" with every member who had signed a confidentiality contract.

It's a pity that the difficulty of learning space super magic is too high.

For the rest of the Order, learning to master the initial rune was an extremely difficult hurdle.

Moreover, not everyone is interested in this almost academic way of mastering magic.

In short, so far, there has been little progress for everyone except Scott.

But Scott is in no hurry about it.

Has he decided to spend time in Salazar? After that slytherin, Slytherin began to travel the world in search of more like-minded people.

One day in March, Scott's [Magic Mirror] finally came with a warning, and at the same time, he received a message from Mr. Grevis.

[Here they come!] ］

The time the message was received was in the afternoon, and Scott was in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Looking at Snape, who was in class, Scott stood up directly.

Without waiting for Snape's sarcastic remarks, he took the initiative to speak, "I'm sorry, Professor, I'm in a hurry. ”

"Scott!"

Milton, who was sitting next to Scott, seemed to feel something, and quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Then, the two disappeared into the classroom in full view.

"You're here!"

As soon as they saw Mr. Graves standing anxiously in front of them.

He held his wand in one hand and a black feather in the other.

"How's it going?" Milton asked anxiously.

"They surrounded the house." "But so far, there have been no attacks." ”

Scott looked around and saw that they were on the second floor of the house at this time, so he walked a few steps to the window and looked downstairs.

As Mr. Graves said, a group of people surrounded the small two-story building at the top of the hill.

Each of them wore green robes and hoods to hide their faces.

Strangely, they just stood quietly, showing no signs of moving.

"I've looked around the house through the windowsills in all directions." "There were twenty wizards, but Miss Slytherin didn't come. ”

"Have you informed Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic?" Scott asked, turning his head.

Mr. Graves said, "I only informed you and Dumbledore. ”

"Then Dumbledore will inform Miss Bones." Scott said.

"Where's Grandfather?" Milton asked.

"He's downstairs."

Mr. Graves said with a wry smile.

"He was dismissive of my caution."

Milton asked, "Is he confident in the safe house he's built?" ”

"Who knows?"

Mr. Graves was a little helpless.

"Even though he was my father, I never understood him."

Scott said, "Since I'm a guest, I still have to go and say hello to the host." ”

"Come with me."

Mr. Graves led the two of them downstairs.

Old Mr. Graves sat downstairs in the hall, on the sofa facing the door.

He was neatly dressed and had a serious expression, but there was no panic.

"Father." Mr. Graves shouted.

Old Mr. Graves did not turn his head, nor did he answer.

"Grandfather." Milton also shouted respectfully.

Old Mr. Graves finally turned his head.

"What are you doing when you come back?"

He looked at Milton like he was looking at a stranger.

And with Scott, a real stranger, he takes the attitude of complete ignorance.

"I ......"

Milton was visibly afraid of his grandfather.

It was almost a reflex, and after being stared at by old Mr. Grevis, he spoke a little unfavorably.

"This ...... This is my good friend Scott, and my father asked him to help, so ...... So I came back with me. ”

Old Mr. Graves finally looked at Scott with an assessive look.

"Hello, Mr. Grevis."

As soon as possible, he didn't come across as friendly, but Scott maintained his politeness.

"I said it a long time ago, you can all go."

Old Mr. Graves turned his head and continued to look at the closed door.

"I don't need any help."

"Whatever they want to do, it's illegal to break into a wizard's house by force, and the Ministry of Magic already knows about it, and they won't leave it alone," Scott said. ”

Old Mr. Graves was unimpressed by his statement, "Hmph, there are so many things that the Ministry of Magic wants to manage, when will they be able to manage it?" ”

Just then, there was an explosion outside.

"They're attacking!"

Mr. Graves hurried to the window.

Scott and Milton also came over.

Just outside the courtyard, a green-robed man cast another explosion spell on the courtyard gate.

However, the rudimentary-looking wooden courtyard gate was not damaged in the slightest.

Seeing this, Mr. Graves also looked back at his father with a look of surprise.

Old Mr. Graves sat still on the couch, not moving.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble......

Another series of explosions.

The green-robed men began to attack the courtyard gate and the low wall from all directions, but the gate and wall, which looked fragile, remained standing.

"Very powerful......

Scott narrowed his eyes.

With the other party's attack, he could see very clearly that there were traces of ancient magic scripts on the seemingly simple courtyard gate and wall, as well as on every floor tile in the courtyard.

From Scott's point of view, old Mr. Graves did not have a good grasp of the ancient magic script, and even a little rudimentary.

But as Medea commented, this is a "fortress of safety" that he has spent his whole life building, and he is going to win by numbers-

On every inconspicuous brick and wooden board were layers of ancient magic scripts, and the number was simply innumerable.

Scott couldn't help but admire the old gentleman's perseverance and carefulness.

"Professor Dumbledore, they're here." Milton said.

Scott and Mr. Graves also saw a group of people who appeared outside the courtyard gate.

In addition to Dumbledore, it was a team of Aurors led by Moody.

Seeing them coming, all the green-robed men stopped attacking.

"Let's go, let's go out too."

As Mr. Grevis spoke, he glanced at old Mr. Grevis.

But old Mr. Graves drooped his eyelids and did not respond.

Mr. Graves seemed to acquiesce, opened the door of the house, and entered the courtyard.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

As soon as they walked out of the house, they heard a charming female voice.

A lady with her back to them lifted her hood in the direction Dumbledore was on.

"This is a family dispute with the Graves family."

"It's Zabini!"

Mr. Graves looked at the back with a very ugly face.

"Oh, you're finally showing up, Charles? Greaves. ”

Mrs. Zabini glanced back at Mr. Graves and then turned to Dumbledore and the Aurors.

"I don't think either the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic nor the Headmaster of Hogwarts have the right to meddle in family disputes."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but Moody didn't want to give face to Lady Zabini.

He asked disdainfully, "What family dispute?" This is old Graves' home, not yours. ”

"But my husband is hiding here and won't come home or see me."

Mrs. Zabini said in a mournful tone.

"What's wrong with me getting some friends to help me just to get him in front of me?"

Moody kept turning his magic eye, as if observing everyone present.

He said in a stiff tone, "You have attacked old Grevis's house, and he has the right to ask the Aurors for help. ”

"You're right, Mr. Moody."

Madame Zabini chuckled.

"I didn't think about it, it's all because I'm so angry, and I'll apologize to my father later."

Scott couldn't see Mrs. Zabini's face, but he could see that several young Aurors behind Moody were all blushing at the moment.

Only Nymphadora? Tonks was rolling his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense to cover it up, Zabini."

Mr. Graves took a few steps forward.

"We all know what you want."

"What do you think I want, Charles?"

Mrs. Zabini turned and looked at Mr. Graves with a watery gaze.

"I'm just a poor woman desperate to get her husband back."

"You ......"

Mr. Graves couldn't help but take a step back, the expression on his face as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"It's useless to say anything, Zabini."

Moody's was already getting a little impatient.

"Whatever the purpose, it's true that you attacked Old Grevis's house, and anyway, all of you must make a trip to the Ministry of Magic."

Mrs. Zabini looked cooperative, "Of course I'm willing to go to the Ministry of Magic to explain things clearly, and I'm willing to compensate my father for his losses, but my friends are just here to help, so I don't have to go, right?" ”

Moody's insisted: "There is no room for bargaining in this matter. ”

"Father!"

Mrs. Zabini suddenly cried out in a loud voice.

"This is a private matter for the Grevis family, are you sure you want the Ministry of Magic to get involved? I'm part of the Graves family! ”

Scott watched in amazement as old Mr. Greaves came out of the room.

"I'm sorry, Moody, I didn't ask for help from the Aurors." The old gentleman said to Moody with a straight face.

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