Scott didn’t believe Medea’s words of “in order to live”.
If it was just “for the sake of living,” why would this ancestor bother with so many things?
“You are joking.” He said to the small fireplace in his hand, “Didn’t you say that you are fighting for a better future for wizards. Such a great dream has nothing to do with a simple life.”
The green flames in the small fireplace kept jumping, and a series of laughter came from the flames.
Medea seemed to be in a very happy mood, and she laughed for a while before stopping.
She asked with a smile in her voice, “You don’t believe I have such a dream, do you, boy?”
Scott didn’t answer.
Of course, not speaking out is equivalent to acquiescence.
Medea’s voice became serious, “But I want to say that I am serious. I seriously want to change the magical world, and I seriously want to give wizards a better future.”
“That’s a good thing.” Scott said dryly.
“It seems that such rhetoric cannot convince you.” Medea laughed again, “You must be doubting me, doubting my true purpose, and suspecting that I am hiding a huge conspiracy.”
Scott said softly: “Although the dream you said is good, the way you do it is a bit unusual.”
This is undoubtedly a euphemism.
What he actually wanted to say was that although Medea had a larger structure, her specific behavior was not much different from that of Voldemort, who pursued terrorism.
“Is this what you want to say?” Medea seemed a little disappointed, “If I read correctly, Scott, you and I are the same type of people, people who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.”
“Maybe.” Scott did not deny it.
Medea asked him, “What, then, can you accuse me of?”
Scott frowned, “But I won’t say those nice words like ‘for wizards to have a better future,’ let alone shout such slogans to deceive and win over others.”
“Yes, you won’t, because you have no desire to do big things, and you can only see yourself.” Medea said.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” Scott said.
“Now of course you can say this with confidence, child.” Medea didn’t take it seriously. “What if one day you need a lot of helpers to achieve your goals? What will you do then?”
Scott said calmly: “I don’t think I have such a big goal to accomplish. I neither want to be a savior to save the world, nor do I want to be a devil to rule the world. I just want to take care of myself.”
After he said this, Medea’s reaction was to laugh out loud.
“You are too naive, Scott. Many things wouldn’t happen unless you didn’t want to!”
“Maybe, you’re right,” Scott said.
For example, prophecy.
The prophecy is a sudden event, and it is not something that Scott at this stage is capable of handling alone.
But Scott is not alone.
“I have teachers and professors at Hogwarts who are very good to me. If anything happens, they will be happy to help me. I have friends, although they are not many, but each of them is pretty reliable. If something happens, they will not help me.” Will refuse my request for help.”
Scott said with a smile.
“I don’t need to lie like you to get help from others, Medea.”
“Bang!”
The green flame in the small fireplace in Scott’s hand suddenly expanded rapidly.
Although the flames in the fireplace would not cause any substantial harm to him, they were somewhat hot.
In desperation, Scott threw away the fireplace.
The toy-like fireplace did not fall to the ground, but floated in mid-air.
Green flames rose up and slowly transformed into human forms.
The human figure made of flames was somewhat illusory and blurry, and Scott could only barely make out that it was the image of Medea.
This Medea made of flames only has the upper body. “She” floats in the air, looking down at Scott.
“Then pray to Merlin, Scott.”
“She” opened her mouth to speak.
“Pray that I won’t break my promise.”
“I don’t think so.” Scott said, “To form a force like you? It will be very tiring just thinking about it. I won’t waste my energy on such a thing.”
“Medea” looked at Scott.
Perhaps knowing that she could not convince him on this issue, “she” did not dwell on this topic again.
“She” turned to talk about something else.
“You’re a special kid, Scott.”
“She” had long hair made of flames flying.
“I showed my kindness to you many times, even gave you precious gifts, and used the knowledge that existed in that secret room to seduce you. Unexpectedly, you never let down your guard.”
Scott stood up and looked up at “her” without any fear.
“Who made you less friendly from the start?”
he said calmly.
“Trading oaths in exchange for the students’ talents, trying to get Yaxley and Carlo to kill me in the trial to break the oaths, and finally turning two wizards into your drinks in front of me.”
“Medea” slowly approached Scott and stared at him with her burning eyes.
Scott felt the slight heat close at hand, but still did not retreat.
“Medea” asked, “Do you care? Do you care about the talents that other students trade? Do you care about the lives of those two wizards?”
Before Scott could answer, “she” said in a positive tone: “No, you don’t care. All you care about is that your life is threatened.”
Scott looked at him silently.
He had no need to refute such words, because he really didn’t care.
Even if Milton traded his musical talent, it was Milton’s own choice at the time.
Although Milton later regretted it, Scott only tried to help him get it back.
When the retrieval operation failed and Milton himself accepted the fact and adapted well, Scott no longer took it to heart.
“But you are wrong, boy.” Flame “Medea” said with a smile, “I don’t want your life. On the contrary, I need you to live.”
Scott looked at “her” in surprise.
“Although, if you cooperate with me, my purpose will be accomplished faster. But it doesn’t matter.”
“Medea” stretched out a hand made of flames and seemed to be touching Scott’s face from a distance.
“I just said you’re a special kid, Scott.”
“As long as you live and stay alive, that’s a good thing for me.”
“I give you precious gifts, especially the special door key in your hand, just to ensure that you can live smoothly.”
As Scott listened to her words, many thoughts flashed through his mind. He seemed to understand something, but he failed to figure it out. He never grasped the important inspiration.
“How are you, are you confused, smart boy?” The flaming “Medea” laughed happily again.
Scott turned a deaf ear to her string of laughter.
His eyes were lowered, and his brain was constantly thinking and reviewing all the known clues and the words that Medea said.
Thousand-mile eyes… Great people… Scrolls of history… People who don’t exist… It’s a good thing to live…
These confusing clues kept spinning in his mind.
In a flash of thought, he soon came to a realization——
I am [the person who does not exist].
I am a [non-existent person] who does not exist in [the volume of history].
Therefore, my existence will change the history that [clairvoyance] has observed.
[History Scroll] should be a prop to record the observation results of [Clair Eye].
My presence would serve Medea’s purpose, and she wanted me alive.
Therefore, her purpose is to change the established destiny recorded in the [History Volume]!
Scott opened his eyes and looked at “Medea”.
Yes.
That makes sense!
Why is Medea going through such trouble?
Why is it that she is obviously not a person who cares about the world, but she shouts such slogans, wins over so many people, wants to do such big things, and tries to completely change the magical world?
Because she wants to change the recorded destiny.
Of course, changing the wizarding world for the worse like Voldemort could also change the established destiny, but she chose the opposite direction.
That’s how smart she is.
Only good wishes can attract more wizards.
Only if more wizards are on the same side as her can she more easily change the destiny of more wizards.
Scott’s presence was probably more of a surprise to her.
A wizard who does not exist in the “History Scroll” that records the predetermined destiny will incite the wings of butterflies, easily leverage destiny, and bring about the most significant changes.
None of the above is a bad thing for Scott. If Medea just wants to change the established destiny, then Scott will have no problem with it.
But Scott always remembered what the prophecy said, “The Great One” tries to devour the “Non-Existing One”.
[The Great One] is Salazar Slytherin.
Knowing this, Scott would never believe that Medea had good intentions for him.
She really wanted him alive to help change established history.
But when the established degree of historical change reaches her standards, Scott will face the fate of being devoured by her father, Salazar Slytherin.
Scott was caught in a dilemma.
Because if he wants to destroy Medea’s plan, the first thing he has to do is deny his own existence.
What’s more, because of his existence and Medea’s actions, the current situation in the magical world has been completely disconnected from the “original work”, and the fate of countless people has undergone fundamental changes.
The “plot” is like a train that has derailed and cannot get back on track.
At this time, even if Scott completely left England to avoid the changes he had brought about, it would be of no use.
“Medea” spoke again, interrupting Scott’s thoughts.
“Don’t think so much, Scott.” She said happily, “You just need to survive. Of course, it would be better to become more eye-catching.”
The flames that made up “Medea” gradually faded, shrinking towards the small fireplace.
The flame grew smaller and smaller, until it was once again a flame the size of a knuckle.
“Strive to become a better wizard, genius boy.”
Medea’s voice seemed to come from an extraordinarily distant place.
After that, the fire was completely extinguished, and the small fireplace floating in the air fell to the thick carpet.
Scott sat down slowly, tilted his head back, and leaned his body on the soft back of the sofa.
what to do?
he asked himself.
The answer to this question is actually quite obvious.
There is no way to maintain the established destiny, and that is not what he really wants. Now he has one and only one choice –
Increase your strength and defeat all enemies, no matter who they are.
Scott sat alone quietly for a long time.
He didn’t get up until his mood was completely calmed down. He picked up the small fireplace and turned to walk out of the lounge.
After going out, he walked back and forth in the corridor three times and entered Helena’s study.
“Oh! Scott!”
The voice of the girl Helena came from the wall on the side near the bookcase.
The girl in the painting ran through the paintings hanging on the wall and soon came to a painting at the door.
She asked in a worried tone, “Why are you here so late? What happened again?”
Scott nodded.
“I talked to Medea.” He said, “I got some important clues about the prophecy.”
“You want to talk to your mother about this, right?” The girl in the painting asked.
“Yes, please, Helena.” Scott smiled.
The girl in the painting shook her head, turned around and shuttled through several paintings again, and opened the door to the inner room for Scott.
Scott nodded at her and pushed the door open and walked in.
When he greeted the portrait of the Ravenclaw tutor, the girl in the painting had already entered the painting where the Ravenclaw portrait was, and snuggled up to her mother in a familiar posture.
Scott first told the Ravenclaw in the painting about the golden treasure chest and Savannah’s reply, and then repeated the entire conversation between him and Medea.
He did not say any of his guesses, but just stated his experience from an objective perspective.
Because he believed in the wisdom of Ravenclaw, even if he was only facing the portrait of Ravenclaw.
When Scott finished his story, the mother and daughter in the painting gave completely different reactions.
Helena’s face was shocked and confused, but Ravenclaw kept smiling, with clear and wise eyes, as if he had figured out a lot of things the moment he finished listening.
“So that’s it.” Ravenclaw murmured, “Clairvoyance turned out to be Merlin’s masterpiece… Such an idea…”
The tutor seemed to be particularly interested in Merlin’s large-scale magic ritual [Clairvoyance], and for a while he didn’t care about anything else.
“Research maniac.”
Scott saw Helena mouthing to him silently.
Scott looked at her and didn’t respond to her.
“Oh, sorry.”
The Ravenclaw in the painting quickly came back to his senses.
Scott asked her, “Teacher, what benefits can Medea and her father get by changing the predetermined fate?”
In the painting, Ravenclaw frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
“Sorry, child, we still know too little, I can’t make a judgment.” She said apologetically, “I never knew Salazar had been to Avalon, and I never had the opportunity to see the [Clairvoyance] left by Merlin.”
Helena, who was leaning on her side, only reacted at this time, “Could it be… Medea married into the Gaunt family because Professor Slytherin wanted to get a way to enter Avalon from the Gaunt family?”
Ravenclaw said softly: “Although I don’t know if Salazar wants a way to enter Avalon, he undoubtedly got something about Merlin from the Gaunt family, or news.”
“Oh!” Helena said with some regret, “Medea was reluctant, and I should have helped her at all costs at that time.”
Ravenclaw just shook his head.
It’s meaningless to say this now.
Scott remembered that Medea once said that she loved her father, but she resented him more, perhaps because of these things.
Helena looked at Scott worriedly again, raised her head and asked Ravenclaw, “Mother, what should Scott do now?”
