Listening to the old Druid’s categorical words, Scott remained silent.
An uneasiness surged in his heart.
Because some things seem too coincidental.
He happened to get that piece of animal skin during this summer vacation, and he knew the adventure stories that had been circulated thousands of years ago, so he could use it now.
Is this really just good luck on his part?
At this time, he heard the old druid ask him, “What, are you scared, boy?”
Scott looked up at him.
“It’s normal to be afraid.” The old druid looked at him and said, “Because for thousands of years, we druids have never thought of going there to recover the heart of the sacred tree.”
Savanna on the side frowned, “It seems we can only wait until Aaron comes out of the shelter of the holy tree. I don’t know if it’s too late…”
The old Druid glanced at her and said mercilessly: “It all depends on luck. If Aaron hasn’t recovered when Slytherin comes out of the Holy Land, he will lose his recovery forever. It’s possible…but even so, it’s his own fault.”
Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise, “How could…”
The old Druid said: “Slytherin will only violently break the passage, which will cause further damage to the Holy Tree. Aaron, who is protected by the power of the Holy Tree, cannot avoid it.”
“I…” Savanna glanced at Scott and turned to face her grandfather, “I think I can be responsible for finding the heart of the sacred tree.”
The old druid shook his head.
“You want to save your brother and this kid.” He glared at Scott, “But I won’t agree. You are the new priest and you have your own responsibilities.”
Savanna wanted to say something else, but the old Druid waved his hand directly.
“Give up, you can’t guarantee that you can come out of there safely.”
He looked at Scott again.
“I’ve told you everything you need to say. It’s up to you to decide what to do. Don’t come to the Sea of Oaks again before you make a decision.”
As he said this, he already assumed the posture of seeing off guests.
“Grandpa.” Savanna looked at him dissatisfied.
The old Druid’s baggy eyelids drooped, blocking his sight.
“Savannah, my granddaughter. You should understand that from the moment you officially become a priest, you have lost the qualification to marry foreigners.”
Savannah’s face turned red instantly.
“No…no…what are you talking about, grandfather!”
“You should know better yourself.” The old Druid said coldly.
The conversation between grandfather and grandson made Scott extremely embarrassed.
He bowed politely to the old Druid, “Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Doherty, I will think about it carefully.”
“Ahem, then, let’s go now.”
Professor Flitwick held out his hand for Scott to take.
Scott nodded and put his hand on Professor Flitwick’s arm, “Goodbye, Mr. Doherty, and Savannah, thank you for your help.”
Rimbaud also flew up and landed on Professor Flitwick’s shoulders.
At this time, the old Druid suddenly said, “I forgot to remind you that here, you can’t use magic to fly around.”
It seems to mean disapparition is prohibited.
Scott stretched out his hand and let Professor Flitwick and Rimbaud touch the silver snake-shaped necklace in his hand.
When the portkey was activated, they instantly traveled from the Sea of Oaks in Ireland to the forest in the Scottish Highlands.
“Oh, here is…”
Professor Flitwick raised his head and looked around, and was very surprised by the crows living here.
Scott explained to him, “This is in the forest outside the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, Professor.”
He touched Rimbaud who was resting on his shoulder.
“Rambo has become the crow king in the forest, so the crows have gathered here.”
“It’s incredible,” Professor Flitwick said with a smile.
Scott enlarged Rimbaud’s size and allowed it to carry him and Professor Flitwick back to Hogwarts.
Then they came to Professor Flitwick’s office and sat on the sofa drinking tea and chatting.
Scott took out the blank picture frame he carried with him, called the Ravenclaw portrait over, and told her what happened today.
“…Anyway, it’s different from what we imagined.” He said, “We didn’t get to see other members of the Doherty family.”
Professor Flitwick said: “For a druid, this is normal. At least Mr. Doherty, who has the highest status in the family, is willing to communicate with us about that matter. It’s a pity…”
The professor sighed.
Scott understood what he was saying.
Unfortunately, although Savannah’s grandfather tended to take the initiative and was willing to open the channel, the channel could not be opened due to objective reasons.
“A tower that extends to the center of the earth?” Ravenclaw shook his head, “Even I have only heard the relevant legends. I didn’t even take this story seriously in the past.”
“My opinion is that you’d better not take the chance, Scott,” said Professor Flitwick.
“I……”
Scott thought about what Luna had said to him.
“You should definitely go there, but Sea of Oaks is not the end of your journey.”
Perhaps, he will indeed go to the Tower of Geocentric Extension.
“You still have a lot of time to think about it, Scott.” Ravenclaw’s voice came, “Don’t forget, according to the writing on the animal skin, you need to do it on the longest day of the year. Enter the Tower of the Damned.”
Professor Flitwick immediately said, “Oh, the day with the longest daylight in the year is June 21st! You have to wait until next summer vacation to have a chance!”
“The island of the Far North Islands, the day with the longest daylight, the place where the shadow of the standing stone points to.”
Scott read out the sentence that pointed out the direction.
He didn’t study it before, but now he saw…
“The shadow of the standing stone will also change during the day. What does this sentence mean…”
“If there is no special explanation, it should mean the direction where the shadow points when the sun rises.” Ravenclaw said.
Scott said, “I don’t think it needs to be that day. According to relevant knowledge, the direction of the shadow on that day can be calculated.”
The Ravenclaw in the painting shook his head, “Since the date is emphasized, it means that the entrance to the cursed tower will only appear on that day. Of course, you can also try to find it.”
Scott turned to look at Professor Flitwick.
“Oh, I can accompany you there.” Professor Flitwick said kindly.
So after lunch, Scott was brought to Melann Island by Professor Flitwick using Apparition.
They searched for an afternoon near the Stenness Standing Stones, and even expanded the scope to a 5-kilometer range around the standing stones, including the Stannis Lake and Harri Lake connected to the standing stones, as well as another prehistoric relic, the Brodgar Stone Circle, not far away, but still found nothing.
Even though Scott used his magical perception to check every inch of land around the standing stones, he still did not find anything abnormal.
Looking up at the wind-eroded boulders, Scott could only confirm that the guess made by the Ravenclaw tutor was correct.
“Don’t be depressed, kid.” Professor Flitwick patted his arm, “Remember, the prophecy reveals your victory, so stay optimistic no matter what.”
Scott breathed a sigh of relief and quickly adjusted his mentality.
“I know, thank you, professor.”
He didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, so he begged Professor Flitwick to send him to London.
Hearing that he was going to St. Mungo’s to visit Roger again, Professor Flitwick also came to Roger’s ward with him.
Roger had woken up at this time.
“Oh, Scott, professor!”
Although Roger was still a little depressed, he seemed to be moving as usual.
“We are getting ready to leave the hospital.”
Roger’s father, Mr. Davis, said.
Professor Flitwick, who came to visit, said a few words to Roger and left soon, while Scott went to visit Roger and Mr. Davis at his home.
“I feel like I’ve been running around all summer.”
Scott said to Roger in the car.
“I lived at the Weasleys’ house before, and now I’m staying at yours.”
Mr. Davis laughed and said, “Oh, we all welcome you to our house, and Roger’s mother has wanted to meet you for a long time.”
After arriving at Davis’s house, Scott was indeed warmly received by Mrs. Davis.
At night, Roger, who was not in good spirits, went to bed early, and Scott stayed alone in the guest room of Davis’s house.
With nothing to do, he lay on the bed and began to organize his magic in his mind.
First of all, spells.
His talent and level of spells are not top-notch.
Although he has learned and used a lot of spells, he does not have a signature spell that he is really good at.
In the battles he has been fighting, whether it is a head-on battle or an assassination, he relies more on the Transfiguration spell that he is good at.
Once, he arbitrarily divided his ideal Transfiguration into four stages, and now he is undoubtedly in the third stage.
He can already smoothly combine Transfiguration with Magic Circuits or spell effects, and can instantly create this kind of superimposed magic.
In the process of learning from Ravenclaw tutors, he also gained a lot of Magic Circuits with different effects.
It’s just that he has never sorted it out properly, and due to the limitation of magic power, these knowledge have not yet fully formed the corresponding combat power.
Mingming had already thought about the “summoner” route, but all along, his real partner was only Rambo.
Other “summoned beasts” are instantly transformed and destroyed after use.
Maybe he should think about it carefully, like designing a few more useful “summoned beasts” for Rambo, forming some more fixed combinations to deal with various situations.
Thinking of this, Scott sat up from the bed, took out his notebook and pen, and began to design.
First is the Fire Crow.
The Fire Crow, which has been used many times before, is very useful, and he decided to keep it.
But in order to avoid using Transfiguration to create new Fire Crows every time, he decided to give this “summoned beast” the attribute of being able to sleep.
When they are not needed to fight, they will fall into a deep sleep, no longer produce flames, and even become the same as dead objects.
Perhaps, it is necessary to find a material that is more compatible with flames…
Of course, there is also the setting of some memories for them like Rimbaud.
Scott thought about it and decided to set only the smartest Fire Crow as the leader.
The rest of the Fire Crows do not need to have too much wisdom, they just need to obey orders, just like Rimbaud led the crows to fight.
“Since we have Rimbaud, let’s have another Edgar Allan Poe.”
He quickly decided on the name of the Fire Crow Leader and began to compile stories belonging to Edgar Allan Poe.
Of course, with his current magic power, he cannot create a product of the same level as Rimbaud, so he decided to try it after drinking the magic enhancement potion.
It took Scott more than an hour to set up a fire-attributed “summoned beast” and decided to add a water-attributed one.
Recalling the water-attributed magic circuits he had mastered, he soon came up with an idea.
He took out another notebook and flipped through it quickly.
“Maybe these two magic circuits can be combined together…”
He chose two water-attributed magic circuits, one of which he called [Water Prison] and the other [Water Knife].
Of course, they were not originally called such names, but in order to facilitate memory and organization, he gave all magic circuits new names that were clear at a glance.
Just like the magic circuit used by the Fire Crow, which originally came from the secret recipe of the [Ring of Arson], he later called it [Fire Line].
In this way, he threw away the settings and began to indulge in trying new magic circuit combinations.
If the effects of [Water Prison] and [Water Knife] can be integrated, he can get a “summoned beast” that can attack, defend and control…
The next day, when Scott woke up, it was already close to noon.
Scott was embarrassed that he slept late the first time he visited Davis.
Fortunately, when he went downstairs, he saw Roger alone at home.
“What were you doing last night, brother?” Roger asked curiously, “My dad said that when he got up at three in the morning to go to the bathroom, he saw that the light in the guest room was still on.”
Scott took out his notebook and opened it to show him.
“Oh, take it away quickly, I will feel dizzy when I see them.”
Roger lost interest as soon as he saw the dense ancient magic words on the notebook.
“Maybe I should have been sorted into Hufflepuff.” He said.
Scott said disapprovingly: “Although you don’t have obvious Ravenclaw characteristics, you don’t look like a Hufflepuff.”
“Hey! You know I’m just joking!” Roger said unhappily.
Scott shrugged, “I was joking too. Well, you’re not lacking in intelligence, but maybe you’re not so obsessed with something, or hobbies, which is what makes you different from other Ravenclaws.”
Roger asked, “Am I not obsessed with Quidditch enough?”
Scott raised his eyebrows, “Everyone loves Quidditch, and you’re not obsessed enough to want to make Quidditch your future career.”
“Okay, I admit you’re right.” Roger grinned and said, “But I’m still a Ravenclaw.”
“No one said you’re not.”
Scott took out another notebook and asked Roger to give his “summoned beast” advice.
“Only two have been confirmed so far…”
“Hey, it’s like playing a video game.” Roger was very interested in Scott’s illustrated setting, “Why are they all animals? If it were me, I would design a beautiful girl who can fight alongside me!”
“You should know that Transfiguration can’t turn into a human.”
“Well, what a pity, tsk tsk, this design is good, but I think…”
Scott spent the last few days of summer vacation at Davis’s house.
After Eddie knew about it, he often came to play with them.
Three days before the start of school, Milton finally returned to England, and they went to Diagon Alley to buy new textbooks.
With the arrival of September 1, the new school year began.
