"I didn't expect there to be such magic."

Slytherin looked at Scott condescendingly.

And Scott tensed his nerves and maintained the highest vigilance.

Even though Slytherin's situation had taken a turn for the worse at the moment, and the millennium had been broken, he still showed no signs of being discouraged.

He didn't even have much of a mood swing.

How does this make Scott not vigilant?

"Father."

At this moment, Medea looked up at the Slytherin skull, which was made of black mist.

"Shall we leave first?"

"Leave?"

Slytherin looked away from Scott and at Medea.

"What do you think, my daughter?"

Medea did not hide from his gaze.

She whispered, "Father, I think we still have a lot of time to rearrange our plans. ”

"Rearrange the plan?" Slytherin nodded, "You have a point. ”

He floated down from the sky and stopped beside Medea.

"Are you going to let them go like that?" Sawanna asked Scott unwillingly.

Scott smiled and shook his head.

"I don't think old Slytherin will leave easily."

"I think so." Said Ravenclaw in the painting.

"Oh?"

The Slytherin over there laughed.

His gaze skimmed over the Ravenclaw frame to look at Scott.

"Why do you think that?"

"Maybe it's a gut feeling." "My instincts have always been accurate," Scott said. ”

As he spoke, the two spears nailed to King Arthur's body suddenly pulled out and returned to Scott's side at great speed.

The Slytherin also instantly turned into a black mist and flew towards the corpse at a rapid speed.

It's a pity that he's late.

The ground cracked abruptly, like a large mouth of the abyss, swallowing King Arthur's corpse.

When the black mist that Slytherin had transformed arrived, a magic circuit lit up on the ground, and a blazing flame formed a pillar of fire that rose into the sky.

The scorching heat distorted the air nearby.

When the pillar of fire fell and disappeared, the ground was full of red cracks and charred marks, and countless black particles were scattered in the air.

Slytherin, who had turned into a black mist, was not afraid of the heat of the flames, so he was not hurt by being sprayed by the pillar of fire.

But at this time, he could no longer maintain the indifferent attitude just now.

The black mist condensed into an illusory head again, and Slytherin's dark eyes were slightly reddened.

"You ruined the body." He said.

Despite his patience, Scott could hear a hint of madness in his voice.

Scott wasn't afraid of him going crazy, rather, he was looking forward to a Slytherin who couldn't stay calm and wise.

"King Arthur has been dead for more than a thousand years." Scott said, "Just let the legend live in the legend." ”

"Good."

Slytherin's long beard floated up.

"So, I, a wizard from a thousand years ago, is better just a legend to today's wizarding world."

"Actually, I don't really care about this kind of thing."

Scott told the truth.

"As long as it doesn't involve me, I don't care if you're resurrected."

But if Slytherin wants to use him as material for magical rituals, then of course there will be no death between them.

"I see."

Slytherin suddenly calmed down.

His long beard hung down again, and his eyes turned black again.

He looked Scott up and down several more times.

"I have to say, some of them are too coincidental."

He said with a frown.

"I mean, your presence, your specialness, is there really no one behind the scenes?"

"Who knows."

Scott, who knew the truth, shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression.

"Even if someone really manipulates all this, the person who can do this kind of thing is not something I can ignore."

"Yes."

Slytherin nodded in agreement.

"I knew early on that the world wasn't as simple as we knew it would."

His words clearly piqued Scott's interest.

Scott also asked directly, "What do you say?" ”

Slytherin glanced at the Ravenclaw in the painting.

"Rowena must know that." He said, "A wizard who has reached our level can't go any further. ”

Scott looked puzzled.

He doesn't feel that way now.

"Because you're still improving."

Slytherin's tone was flat.

"But your progress is just more knowledge, more magic, more spell casting skills. In essence, you can't go any further. ”

Scott asked, "Meaning magic?" ”

Slytherin nodded, "There is a limit to the amount of magic a wizard can control, there is a limit to the efficiency of using mana when casting spells, and of course, there is a limit to the lifespan of a wizard. But this is different from the description of the literature that has been handed down from ancient times. ”

Scott understood, "What do you mean by those gods?" ”

Slytherin said, "Gods are just more powerful wizards." ”

Scott heard this, thoughtful.

At this point, the Ravenclaw in the painting spoke.

"I told you, Scott, not to go into the origins of wizards."

"Yes."

Scott's heart sank, and he turned and bowed to the portrait of Ravenclaw.

"I see, Mentor."

"Hahahaha......"

Slytherin burst out laughing.

"It's ridiculous, I didn't expect Rowena to end up being a coward."

He looked at the portrait of Ravenclaw playfully.

"How high-spirited the former Rowena was, she was smart and haughty, and she did not lack the ambition to explore all the mysteries of magic."

"That's enough, Salazar."

Ravenclaw sighed.

"That's in the past."

Slytherin scoffed.

"The four of us came together because of ambition, Rowena!"

Ravenclaw said, "But there was no way forward, so we founded Hogwarts to leave our legacy." ”

"yes." Slytherin seemed a little embarrassed, "At first, I thought so, too. ”

Ravenclaw said, "Later, all three of us changed our minds, but you never gave up. ”

"That's because all three of you betrayed me!"

Slytherin's tone was cold.

"In the beginning, we all agreed to pass on our magic and knowledge, and to give hope to the future."

"But I don't know when it started, but you changed your mind and decided to make the study of wizards' origins taboo and never mention it."

The Ravenclaw in the painting closes his eyes.

"It's a dead end with no hope in sight." She whispered, "Why pass on despair from generation to generation." ”

Impasse?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Scott's eyes flickered.

Could it be that there is some great horror in the origin of wizards?

But thinking of Ravenclaw's admonition, he quickly suppressed his curiosity.

"Yes, you don't want to pass on your despair to your juniors. But a Slytherin won't give up on his ambitions! ”

Slytherin is sarcastic.

"So I finally decided to take my future to myself."

"I left Hogwarts because of this, and searched the whole world."

"Eventually, I found Avalon and laid the millennium game."

"As long as I can achieve true immortality, I will surely be able to unlock the mystery of origin!"

So, what exactly is the mystery of origin?

Scott's boiling curiosity was almost unquenchable.

Just then, Slytherin looked at him again.

"Well, boy, you're curious, aren't you?"

Immediately afterward, he gently extended the invitation.

"This is a mystery about whether the wizard can go one step further, and your mentor will not allow you to explore it, but I want to invite you to solve the puzzle with me."

Scott looked up at him.

"Although I don't deny that I'm curious." His tone was calm, "But if it's you, I can't feel at ease." ”

Working with Slytherin is like working with a tiger.

I don't know when it will be used as material for the other party's resurrection.

"My invitation is sincere."

Slytherin's tone sounded sincere, too.

"Rest assured, the 'power of fate deflection' is in your hands, and you can destroy it."

With that, he glanced at the crystal hourglass pendant on Scott's chest.

"And the 'clairvoyant eye' has failed, and I don't have the next thousand years to accumulate."

Scott was silent.

Who doesn't want eternal life and greater strength?

Of course, he also desires it.

It didn't seem so strong before, almost dispensable, but at this time, his mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this time, Ravenclaw did not make a sound to warn him, nor did he stop it.

"Scott?"

Sawanna called out to him a little worried.

Scott shook his head.

While shaking his head, he saw the sea of flowers in the distance that had not yet been destroyed, and his eyes finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry." He looked back at Slytherin, "I refuse. ”

He figured it out.

Not to mention the four founders of Hogwarts, even the legendary Merlin just found another way to turn himself into a "nightmare".

So how can he be confident that he can surpass these people?

So, so be it.

There are some things that it is better not to know than to know.

Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.

Slytherin stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed.

"It's a shame."

Scott had come to his senses, and though he was always on high alert, he had almost fallen into Slytherin again.

It was just a few words, but he couldn't help but follow his train of thought, and he was even more aroused by his strong curiosity and strong ambition.

"It's horrible." He whispered, "Such a quiet method is worthy of Salazar?" Slytherin. ”

"As I said, my invitation was sincere."

Slytherin shook his head.

"It's a pity that your ambition is not enough."

"yes."

Scott chimed in without a burden.

"I'm not the very ambitious type, otherwise I wouldn't have been assigned to Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat."

At this, he laughed.

"Speaking of which, the Sorting Hat thought I was a good fit for Hufflepuff at the beginning, but Ravenclaw was a better fit than Hufflepuff."

I still remember that when he first entered the wizarding world, he really wanted to be at peace with what he encountered.

It's just that now that he has experienced so much, he can't get back to his state of mind at that time.

Forget it, it's useless to talk too much.

He raised his right hand.

Two spears of different styles floated in front of him, the tips aimed at Medea and Slytherin.

"Let's just let this end here."

Slytherin didn't show any expression in the face of the gun's aim, but Medea showed a hint of panic.

Scott also knew that Slytherin, who had turned into a black fog itself, seemed not afraid of the damage of "Gangenil".

"The end?"

Slytherin smiled disapprovingly.

The skull turned into a black mist again, drifting onto Medea, seeping directly into her body.

"Ah......h

Medea's face was full of pain, and she raised her head and wailed.

Looking at this scene, Scott stretched forward his right hand and swiped down.

Swish!

The spear in the shape of a twig flashed through Medea's chest.

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

Medea's body cracked inch by inch, turning into a pile of porcelain shards that fell to the ground.

Transparent ripples rippled in the air, spears in the shape of twigs pierced into the ripples and vanished.

"They must still be inside Avalon."

Sawanna said to Scott.

"Didn't you say that? Outside of this alternate dimension, spatial magic cannot be used within Avalon. ”

"I thought that Medea's magic of replacing her real body with a ceramic figure was through a connection between souls."

Scott explained.

"Now, it doesn't seem so magical."

There was still a sense between the spear and him, and it was indeed inside Avalon, not on the island in the middle of the lake, but within the range of Apple Island.

"Now how are we going to get out of here?" Sawanna was a little anxious.

"I think someone will know."

Scott looked at the air in front of him.

"Really, can't you just look for clues on your own?"

With a playful grumble, Merlin's figure reappeared in front of Scott's eyes.

He raised his hand and pointed to the white tower, then disappeared again.

"What?"

Sawanna was still looking at Scott strangely.

"Who else is here?"

"Let's go."

Scott smiled and turned to walk towards the white tower.

"Take Aaron."

"I see."

With a swing of her long wooden staff, Sawana turned the rattan that bound Aaron into a giant wolf, carrying Aaron, who was covered in blood, and followed them.

"What a ruthless sister......"

Aaron grunted and complained.

"I've lost so much blood that I'm dying."

Savana gave him a blank look.

"If you talk more, I'll leave you here!"

"Woo ......"

Aaron faked to cry twice, and quickly closed his mouth, his face full of contrived well-behaved.

Neither Scott nor Savana paid any more attention to him.

They re-entered the white tower, and without looking further at the "clairvoyant" on the first floor, they climbed up to the upper floor through a spiral staircase built against the wall.

On the second floor, they saw a closed black coffin.

The coffin and the ground are depicted with intricate runes and patterns.

Scott didn't have time to decipher the runes, but hurried past the second floor, picking up speed and crawling up the floor.

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