Chapter 115 115. The mysterious black-haired witch
The moment Scott pushed open the white stone door, the majestic, beautiful and solemn pipe organ sound rushed towards the four people at the door.
"this……"
Besides Milton and Roger, this was the first time Scott and Eddie heard the organ version of the piece.
It turns out Milton and the others were really not exaggerating.
Scott thought as he listened to the sound of the organ.
Recalling the version he heard played by students in the classical music club, even though he didn't know much about music, he could hear the huge difference.
At this time, Scott's steps towards the door had stopped.
He couldn't help but close his eyes, his thoughts seemed to be integrated with the music, wandering between heaven and earth.
The deafening music became melodious and ethereal, and at the same time, Scott heard more sounds——
The wind passing by the canyon, the undercurrent in the black lake, the people in the castle, and the scattered morning mist...
The whole world seemed to be completely open to him, and he felt unprecedented comfort and joy.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the sound of the pipe organ suddenly stopped, Scott opened his eyes as if he had woken up from a dream.
He turned to look at the others and met the equally shocked gazes of his roommates.
"What...is going on?" Eddie couldn't help but lower his voice.
"What I heard that time was definitely not as good as that..." Roger murmured.
"I said she was more beautiful than when I first heard it," Milton said softly. "She is even more perfect now."
"Go and have a look first."
Scott thought for a while, then took the lead and walked into the door.
What he didn't say was that just listening to the song actually made his magic power more active, and his control and perception of magic power became stronger.
This greatly enhanced his curiosity.
"etc."
His roommates quickly followed behind him.
When they stepped into the dark corridor, the magic lamps on the walls on both sides suddenly lit up one after another, extending all the way into the depths of the corridor.
"Scott, it's better not to go in."
Milton hoarsely began to persuade again.
"At the very least, I should tell the professor about the findings here first."
Scott shook his head.
"Professors have no part in this."
He strode forward.
"Let's go and have a look."
Milton is being pushed along by Roger and Eddie.
As they walked through the long corridor, their eyes suddenly opened up again.
This is an extremely tall stone hall.
The hall was not dark. The walls on the left and right sides were lined with tall floor-to-ceiling windows. The scenery outside the windows was the view above the Black Lake.
Scott squinted his eyes, guessing that these views and the sky displayed on the ceiling of the castle auditorium should be the same kind of magic.
The most eye-catching thing in the entire hall is the pipe organ that occupies an entire wall.
Large and small copper pipes are arranged in an orderly manner on the ornately decorated walls, covering the towering wall.
A woman was sitting in front of the multi-keyboard bandstand.
She wore a pointed black hat, a gorgeous set of emerald green robes, and her long, shiny black hair spread down her back.
"Hello everyone, I didn't expect a little wizard to come here."
She didn't look back, her voice was cold.
"Hello, ma'am."
Scott took a step forward and saluted politely.
"Excuse me for disturbing you."
He looked up at the other person's back again. From her opaque body, he could at least tell that the other person was not a ghost.
but……
He didn't expect that there would be a wizard hiding here. Could it be the descendant of the person who signed the oath with Ravenclaw?
"I know the purpose of your coming here."
The black-haired witch still sat motionless in front of the organ's bandstand.
"Is it Milton?" she asked, "the kid who wants to repent."
At this time, Milton grabbed Scott who wanted to speak and walked forward.
"Yes, my name is Milton Graves, ma'am." He saluted.
"You have great musical talent, Milton."
There was no emotion in the black-haired witch's tone.
"After receiving your gift, my playing became more and more perfect."
She suddenly stood up slowly, her long skirt sweeping across the ground, and turned to look at the boys.
Her face was obscured by a layer of translucent black gauze connected to the hat, revealing dark eyes and bright red lips.
But Scott was certain that the woman was undoubtedly extremely beautiful.
Especially her snow-white skin that reflects the delicate luster, she doesn't even look like a real person at all.
At this moment, she opened her red lips and asked coldly, "Milton, you got what you wanted, didn't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Milton said, lowering his head.
"Then what dissatisfaction do you have?" The black-haired witch still looked at him, "You can already become a more powerful wizard."
"Sorry." Milton raised his head, "Becoming a powerful wizard is not my dream."
"oh?"
The black-haired witch's bright red lips suddenly raised and she let out a mocking laugh.
"Then what is your dream?"
She walked up to Milton step by step with dignified steps and stared at him condescendingly.
"Child, do you want to be a musician?"
She chuckled again.
"Heh... how about this? Musicians are not the only ones who can be musicians..."
She stretched out her hand and tapped Milton's forehead with her slender white fingers.
"...How about you use all your magic in exchange for music?"
She said mockingly.
"That way you might become a great...Muggle musician."
"I……"
Milton couldn't help but take a step back.
"How's it going? Are you reluctant to part with it?"
The black-haired witch didn't move anymore, but still stared at him.
"Tell me, child, what would you choose between magic and music?"
At this time, Scott's eyes widened in shock, looking at the black-haired witch.
As she approached several people, Scott's sense of magic became clearer and clearer.
He was surprised to find that the body of this mysterious black-haired witch was not that of a human being, or even a living creature.
Although he didn't know what material her body was made of, he was sure that this lady was more like a cold doll than a living person.
"You found out."
The black-haired witch turned to meet Scott's gaze.
"Indeed, I am no longer a living wizard."
Scott adjusted his breathing to calm down.
He asked tentatively: "I wonder if we can know your identity."
"That's meaningless, kid."
The black-haired witch said coldly.
She turned to stare at Milton again, "Have you thought about it? Milton."
Without waiting for Milton to answer, she looked at the other three boys.
"or……"
she suggested again.
"You are friends. You can also help him pay the price. If everyone on average pays some magic power, he will not become a Muggle."
"No! This is impossible!"
Milton shouted immediately.
"I will pay enough for myself!"
The black-haired witch seemed a little happy, "Oh? So you still chose music?"
Although her expression was still very few, her tone was somewhat brisk.
"Milton." Scott suddenly said, "You should carefully consider whether it is worth becoming a Muggle for music."
"Yeah, Milton, think about it again!"
"Don't rush into making a decision."
Eddie and Roger also persuaded.
"What?" The black-haired witch stared at Scott unhappily, "Are you willing to help your friend pay the price?"
"I do not want to."
Scott told the truth.
"You..." The black-haired witch looked at him in surprise.
"This is normal."
Scott said calmly.
"Milton is my friend. I am willing to find you here for him, talk to you, and give him a chance to repent. But that's all I can give to friendship."
"Truly worthy of Ravenclaw's friendship."
The black-haired witch said in admiration and ridicule.
"It's been thousands of years...the guys in your academy are still like this..."
She suddenly looked behind Scott and the others.
"Are you right, Helena?"
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