“Make a deal, Scott.”
While Scott was still thinking about who was the snitch, Medea spoke directly.
“You come and help me figure out the whereabouts of Tom’s Horcrux, and I will open the secret room you have been to.”
Hearing Medea’s words, Scott was like a fish smelling sweet bait.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He asked Medea, “So can you tell me? How many Horcruxes have you obtained?”
“Two pieces.”
Medea had no intention of hiding anything and even told the details.
“A ring, I found it in the old house of the Gaunt family. And a snake named Nagini, poor girl, Tom left her and ran away.”
When saying this, Medea’s tone was filled with satisfaction.
“…”
Scott took a secret breath.
It seems that Medea sacrificed two more pieces of Voldemort’s remnant soul in exchange for her own resurrection.
and……
If he remembered correctly, the ring was set with the resurrection stone known as the “Deathly Hallows”.
In the “original book”, Dumbledore was seriously injured by the curse left by Voldemort when he obtained the ring, and as a result, he only had one year left to live.
But from Medea’s understatement, Scott guessed that she didn’t seem to be hurt.
Is this a specialization in the art industry?
Only magic can defeat magic, and dark wizards are better at dealing with dark wizards?
Scott said to Medea while thinking: “If my calculations are correct, Voldemort has seven Horcruxes in total. Combined with your income, there are currently four known ones.”
He paused and continued: “But after Riddle’s diary was destroyed by Principal Dumbledore, Ravenclaw’s diadem has also been purified.”
Green flames danced in the small fireplace in Scott’s hand, and Medea’s voice remained unhurried.
“You are right,” she said. “I once suspected that the other three Horcruxes were my father’s locket, Hufflepuff’s golden cup, and Gryffindor’s sword.”
“I suspected that too,” Scott said.
Medea mentioned the informant again, “But someone told me that Gryffindor’s sword has been kept in the principal’s office by successive headmasters. It was the only relic of the founder that was not lost.”
Scott was even more sure now, “It must be a portrait of a certain former principal!”
Medea’s laughter came from the flames again, “You can guess, but I know you won’t tell the current principal.”
“…”
Scott was speechless, he really couldn’t.
He could not explain his sources.
“How’s it going, boy?” Medea asked playfully, “Do you agree to the deal I mentioned?”
Scott took a few deep breaths again and finally said, “Sorry, you overestimated me again. If I could calculate the specific location of the Horcrux, I would have told Principal Dumbledore long ago.”
Although there were some research materials left by Slytherin and Medea in the secret room, which were extremely tempting to Scott, he still chose to refuse after all.
Not to mention Slytherin’s locket and Hufflepuff’s golden cup, is he going to tell Medea the fact that Harry Potter is also one of the Horcruxes?
Medea must get Voldemort’s complete soul to fully recover. When she finds out, she will definitely attack Harry.
Although Scott regarded himself as a person with an erratic moral bottom line, he still couldn’t sacrifice Harry’s life for those research materials.
That kid is miserable enough.
“It seems you are not ready to agree to this deal.” Medea said coldly.
“Sorry, ma’am, there’s really nothing I can do,” Scott said.
“Alright alright.”
Medea’s tone softened again.
“If you change your mind, remember to contact me, Scott.”
Finally she said the threatening words in a laughing tone.
“Finally, let me remind you, boy, even though I admire a talented little wizard like you, there is a limit to the amount of tolerance I can give.”
With that, she disconnected from the local floo network.
The green flames in the small fireplace were completely extinguished.
In the darkness, Scott stood up slowly and stuffed the small fireplace into the deformed lizard skin bag.
He leaned against the utility room door and breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that Medea was really angry this time, otherwise she would not have said such threatening words directly with her extremely deep thoughts.
For a moment, Scott always had the illusion that he was walking on a tightrope.
But he couldn’t agree to Medea’s deal.
Not only because of Harry’s life, he also didn’t want to tell Medea the location of the locket and the golden cup.
It would be better for Medea to recover slowly. If she recovers faster…
Although Scott doesn’t yet know what kind of trouble she will do, he is worried that there is a high possibility that he will be involved.
This was something he didn’t want to see, and it was completely contrary to his wishes.
He wants to be the freest wizard!
He is not willing to get involved in politics, nor is he willing to participate in reforms, nor is he willing to be dragged into any war.
If Medea’s recovery takes longer, if that time is long enough, it might be enough for Scott to grow up.
For Scott, who now needs time to grow up, perhaps an evenly matched fight between Medea and Voldemort is the best situation.
Medea wanted to sacrifice Voldemort’s soul, and Voldemort was a dark devil who was very resistant to death. Although they were related by blood, they were actually fighting to the death.
Voldemort, who was still in the state of a residual soul, could only flee from Medea, but Scott felt that he could still be saved.
After all, Voldemort was the final boss of the “original book”, the Dark Lord, how could he be so disrespectful?
Voldemort was not stupid.
Under the pressure from Medea, the Dark Lord might be able to make a move and revive in advance, or at least hide his remaining Horcruxes more tightly.
And the resurrected Voldemort would not lose to Medea in terms of direct strength.
Of course, even if the Dark Lord was successfully resurrected, it would be difficult for him to organize the original Death Eaters to serve him now.
Medea was like a spider queen, and seemed to be very good at weaving webs.
Except for a few Death Eaters who were loyal to Voldemort, the other guys who were not very loyal to begin with might have already bowed down under Medea’s long skirt.
Scott was making wild guesses in his mind, and he gently pushed open the door of the utility room, then hurried away.
Because of the delay in contacting Medea, it was already after curfew.
He used his magical perception to carefully avoid the patrolling Filch and Mrs. Norris, the wandering Peeves, and successfully returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.
Standing outside the Ravenclaw common room, Scott turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window, and smiled helplessly.
It was a bit unbelievable to say that he was now silently expecting the Dark Lord Voldemort to work harder.
Come on, Dark Lord!
