Chapter 140 140. His sadness is so great

Scott stretched out his right hand and pushed open the stone door in front of him.

The familiar organ music came to his face.

The magic lights in the passage behind the stone door had already lit up.

It was as if Medea had known they would come.

At this time, Dumbledore passed Scott and walked into the passage first.

The phoenix Fawkes landed directly on his head, pressing his pointed hat down a little.

Yaxley and Carlo were still tied up and floating behind him.

Scott took a deep breath and followed him into the passage.

The stone door behind him slowly closed.

As the group walked deeper into the passage, the beautiful and solemn music became more and more exciting.

Dumbledore stopped at the entrance of the hall.

Scott took a few steps forward, passed the two floating people, and stood beside the headmaster.

No one spoke, and everyone quietly looked at the back of the organ player in the hall.

At this time, Medea took off her extremely complicated and gorgeous dress and wore only a simple black robe.

But her performance seemed more passionate than ever before.

Scott saw her figure moving with the ups and downs of the music, her long black hair like seaweed swaying constantly, and her ten fingers flying up and down the multi-layer keyboard, almost only the afterimage could be seen.

For some reason, Scott did not choose to sink into the song to gain benefits this time, but just quietly appreciated it.

Until the end of the song, the wide hall still echoed with the aftereffects, which lasted for a long time.

Clap clap clap...

Dumbledore applauded.

"Music..." he said with great emotion, "It really has infinite charm."

Scott began to applaud.

For the first time, he truly felt the extraordinaryness of this piece of music.

Not from the perspective of magic, but only for music.

Medea slowly stood up in the applause and then turned around.

There was no black veil on her face, revealing clear facial features.

Beautiful.

This was Scott's first reaction after seeing it.

Medea was undoubtedly very beautiful.

Although her contours, eyebrows, nose, and lips were too sharp, she was still beautiful.

Beautiful in an extremely aggressive way.

If this is what she really looks like, Scott thinks that Gaunt, who married her, is quite courageous.

Medea is like a gorgeous sword, which is pleasing to the eye but also sharp.

But in the final analysis, what they see now is just a doll in which Medea's soul resides.

Who knows if she turned on the "beautification" and "filter" when making the doll?

Thinking of this, Scott's heart suddenly calmed down.

At this time, Medea spoke.

She skipped Dumbledore and said directly to Scott: "This is the first time you have listened to my performance seriously, boy."

Scott smiled, "It is indeed a shocking piece of music and performance. No wonder it attracted the students of the classical music club to be completely obsessed with it."

"No, the music they heard at the time was not played by me personally."

Medea raised her chin proudly.

"Only the music I play in person is the best."

As she said, she waved her hand casually, and the organ started to play automatically.

Scott listened quietly.

Sure enough, although it was the same piece of music, it sounded better when Medea played it herself.

Medea waved her hand again, and the organ that was playing automatically suddenly stopped again.

"How is it?" she asked Scott.

Scott told the truth, "Of course your performance is more shocking, Medea."

"Of course." Medea nodded.

Scott asked her, "Does Milton's talent also play a role?"

"Milton?" Medea shook her head, "That child has a good talent, but I don't need it."

Scott looked into her eyes and felt that a proud person like her would not lie about such things.

"Then why did you trade with him?" He couldn't help asking again.

"Because I can see that he is a child who loves music very much." Medea smiled, "I know he will regret it."

Scott understood her plan.

"Your goal is still magic or magic talent." He said, "The magic power exchanged with him is to double the profit."

Medea nodded generously.

"Yes, it's a pity that you and Helena stopped him together." She said with some dissatisfaction.

Scott asked puzzledly: "You need magic power? Isn't the magic power of Hogwarts Castle enough for you?"

"You don't understand, the magic power of the castle is different from the magic power of the wizards in the transaction." Medea smiled, "And I won't be trapped here forever."

"Wait..."

Scott understood everything in a flash.

"The oath!"

He stared at Medea with wide eyes.

"The oath is both your tool and your bondage! Only by lifting the oath can you leave here! No wonder..."

"No wonder you successfully completed the challenge?" Medea replied, and then smiled easily.

She admitted directly, "You guessed right, lifting the oath is also my expectation."

"But..."

Scott turned to look at Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore just smiled and looked at him encouragingly, without any intention of interrupting.

Scott turned to ask Medea, "But why did Ms. Grey entrust me to lift the oath?"

He frowned, subconsciously concealing the presence of Ravenclaw in this matter.

"As the daughter of Ravenclaw, the person who signed the oath, Ms. Gray knows the contents of the oath, and there are no conditions that bind you."

"Helena did find out everything at the beginning," Medea said, "but there are things she doesn't understand, even Ravenclaw herself doesn't understand."

"What is it?" Scott asked curiously.

Medea smiled again, "You don't look panicked at all."

"Our principal, Professor Dumbledore, is here." Scott shrugged, "I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice."

The implication is that it's none of his business if something goes wrong.

"As expected of a Ravenclaw student." Medea commented coldly.

Scott was unmoved.

He asked the question he was concerned about, "Medea, since you also want to break the oath, why did you notify these two guys to kill me?"

He pointed at the two men floating behind him.

"Lord Slytherin!" Carlo, who was not gagged, suddenly shouted, "Please save me!"

Medea gave him a cold look and muttered, "Trash."

Scott turned to look at Carlo.

The fluffy hair that covered his eyes was spread out, and his eyes, which were not big in the first place, were kept wide open.