Chapter 551 551. This is a family dispute

Two months after Christmas, Scott had a peaceful time.

All the confirmed members of the witch association were very well behaved.

Medea did not break into Graves's house to seize the magic item.

The druids were still not ready to open the passage.

Nothing happened.

Scott often paid attention at first, and later he devoted more energy to study and research.

He has never stopped making progress in various magical skills.

At the stage of Transfiguration, which he is best at, he can now finally transform matter at will to a certain extent.

At this stage, if Scott wants to make further progress in special Transfiguration, he must rely on the progress in spells and alchemy to verify it.

In terms of alchemy, his progress is also not small.

In theory, even Ravenclaw can teach him little, and what he needs is a long period of practical research accumulation.

As for spells, he focused on the two super magic inherited from the "Asgard" school.

Whether it is the space super magic "Yggdrasil" or the attack super magic "Gungnir", there is great potential to be explored.

These two super magics are not two simple powerful spells, but each represents a knowledge system developed by those ancient wizards.

As long as Scott continues to study in depth, he will benefit infinitely, and even achieve "one trick to eat all the world."

"This time, too many materials were consumed."

In the alchemy workshop in the Room of Requirement, Scott took back the "summoned beast" that he had transformed beyond recognition into the [Eye of Odin] space.

"Fortunately, I got those collections belonging to 'Asgard'."

Helena, who was watching from the side, said softly: "In the modern magic world, no wizard is as extravagant as you."

Scott laughed, "But it's worth it."

This is the guarantee of his own life.

He raised his head and said to the portrait of Ravenclaw in the frame on the wall: "Dear mentor, I am ready."

Ravenclaw said: "You really can't strengthen your strength in a short time."

Helena asked curiously, "So, if Scott now fights Slytherin?"

Ravenclaw's answer was not so optimistic.

"If Slytherin still has the strength of his peak period, or even goes further, then Scott's chance of winning is not great."

"How could it be?" Helena was a little unbelievable, "I thought he was well prepared."

Ravenclaw said: "Although the chance of winning is not great, it is not zero."

"Don't worry."

At this time, Scott was confident in himself.

"What I want to do is not to fight Slytherin head-on."

"That's right."

Ravenclaw smiled slightly.

"If I were to be the enemy of Salazar, although my hard power is not as good as Salazar, I can ensure that I am invincible."

Helena looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting, "You want to say that wisdom is the most important thing?"

"That's it." Ravenclaw said as a matter of course.

But Helena said, "I don't think Slytherin lacks wisdom."

"Of course, who would lack wisdom if they could get to this point?"

Ravenclaw said calmly.

"But I know Salazar well enough. Even if he changed after leaving Hogwarts, his character weaknesses would not disappear. This is Scott's advantage."

After spending almost half of his collection materials to upgrade the "summoned beast", Scott's study life entered a relatively stable stage.

Next, if he wants to make progress, he can only rely on the accumulation of time. He is no longer so urgent, but let his study and life proceed step by step.

At the same time, the "Tower of Babel" organization is also developing step by step.

After a period of time, the members of the organization are no longer just a few people in the past, but more and more students have joined them.

Of course, the "Tower of Babel" has been in the stage of accumulating strength, and the goal of creating a new world is still very far away.

With the deepening of the research on space magic, Scott has understood the difficulty of this goal more.

In order to better achieve the goal, Scott did not cherish it, but shared the information of "Uktrasil" with every member who signed a confidentiality agreement.

Unfortunately, the learning difficulty of space super magic is too high.

For other members of the organization, learning and mastering the initial runes is an extremely difficult hurdle.

Moreover, not everyone is interested in this kind of magic mastery method that is almost like academic research.

In short, so far, except for Scott, everyone's progress has been almost no progress.

But Scott is not in a hurry about this.

He has decided that after overcoming the difficulty of Salazar Slytherin, he will start traveling around the world to find more like-minded partners.

One day in March, Scott's [Magic Mirror] finally sent a warning, and at the same time, he also received a message from Mr. Graves.

[They are coming! ]

The time to receive the message was in the afternoon, and Scott was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Looking at Snape who was in class, Scott stood up directly.

Without waiting for Snape's venomous sarcasm, he took the initiative and said, "Sorry, Professor, I'm in a hurry."

"Scott!"

Milton, who was sitting next to Scott, seemed to feel something and quickly reached out and held his arm.

Then, the two disappeared into the classroom in full view of everyone.

"You are here!"

As soon as their eyes blurred, they saw Mr. Graves standing anxiously in front of them.

He held the wand in one hand and a black feather in the other.

"How's the situation?" Milton asked anxiously.

"They surrounded the house," Mr. Graves said, "but so far they haven't launched an attack."

Scott looked around and found that they were on the second floor of the house, so he took a few steps to the window and looked downstairs.

Just as Mr. Graves said, a group of people surrounded the two-story building on the top of the mountain.

Each of them wore green robes and hoods to hide their appearance.

The strange thing is that they just stood quietly and showed no signs of taking action.

"I have looked around the house through the window sills in all directions," said Mr. Graves. "There are twenty wizards in total, but Ms. Slytherin has not come."

"Have you informed Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic?" Scott turned to ask.

Mr. Graves said: "I only informed you and Dumbledore."

"Then Dumbledore will inform Ms. Bones," Scott said.

"Where's Grandfather?" Milton asked.

"He's downstairs."

Mr. Graves said with a wry smile.

"He was dismissive of my wariness."

Milton asked, "He's confident in the safe house he built?"

"Who knows?"

Mr. Graves was a little helpless.

"Although he is my father, I have never understood him."

Scott said: "Since I am a guest, I still have to say hello to the host."

"Come with me."

Mr. Graves led the two of them downstairs.

Old Mr. Graves was sitting in the hall downstairs, on the sofa facing the door.

He was neatly dressed and had a serious expression, but he was not in any panic.

"Father," Mr. Graves called.

Old Mr. Graves did not turn his head or answer.

"Grandpa." Milton also shouted respectfully.

Old Mr. Graves finally turned around.

"What are you doing back here?"

He looked at Milton as if he were a stranger.

As for the real stranger Scott, his attitude was complete ignorance.

"I……"

Milton is clearly afraid of his grandfather.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, after being stared at by old Mr. Graves, his speech became a little awkward.

"This...this is my good friend Scott. My father asked him to come and help, so...so I came back with him."

Old Mr. Graves finally looked at Scott with an appraising look.

"Hello, Mr. Graves."

He didn't come across as friendly as soon as possible, but Scott remained polite.

"I already told you, you can all leave."

Old Mr. Graves turned his head and continued to look at the closed door.

"I don't need any help."

Scott said: "Whatever they want to do, it is illegal to break into a wizard's home. The Ministry of Magic already knows about it and they will not ignore it."

Old Mr. Graves didn't take his statement seriously, "Humph, the Ministry of Magic wants to take care of too many things. When will they be able to take care of it?"

At this moment, there was an explosion outside.

"They're starting to attack!"

Mr. Graves hurried to the window.

Scott and Milton also came over.

Just then, outside the courtyard, a man in green robe cast an explosive spell on the courtyard door.

But the wooden courtyard gate, which looked very simple, was not damaged at all.

Witnessing this scene, Mr. Graves also looked back at his father in surprise.

Old Mr. Graves was still sitting peacefully on the sofa without any movement.

boom! boom! boom……

There was another series of explosions.

The men in green robes began to attack the courtyard gate and low walls from all directions, but the seemingly fragile courtyard gates and walls remained standing.

"It's amazing..."

Scott narrowed his eyes.

Following the opponent's attack, he could clearly see that there were traces of ancient magic script on the seemingly simple courtyard gates and walls, as well as on every floor tile in the courtyard.

From Scott's perspective, old Mr. Graves' mastery of ancient magic texts was not very good, and even a bit rudimentary.

But as Medea commented, this is a "safety fortress" that he has spent his whole life building, using the method of winning with numbers——

Every inconspicuous brick and wooden board is covered with layers of ancient magic texts, the number of which is simply countless.

Scott couldn't help but admire the old gentleman's perseverance and carefulness.

"Professor Dumbledore and the others are here," Milton said.

Scott and Mr. Graves also saw a group of people appearing outside the courtyard gate.

In addition to Dumbledore, there was a team of Aurors headed by Moody.

Seeing their arrival, the men in green robes all stopped attacking.

"Come on, let's go out too."

While Mr. Graves spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the old Mr. Graves.

But old Mr. Graves drooped his eyelids and made no response.

Mr. Graves seemed to take him as his acquiescence, opened the door of the house, and walked into the courtyard.

"……Feel sorry."

After walking out of the house, they heard a charming female voice.

A woman with her back to them faced the direction of Dumbledore and the others and lifted her hood.

"This is a domestic dispute within the Graves family."

"It's Zabini!"

Mr. Graves looked at the back with a very ugly expression.

"Oh, you finally showed up, Charles Graves."

Mrs. Zabini glanced back at Mr. Graves, then turned back to Dumbledore and the Auror team.

"I think neither the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic nor the Headmaster of Hogwarts have the right to intervene in family disputes."

Dumbledore said nothing, but Moody did not want to give Mrs. Zabini face.

He asked disdainfully, "What kind of family dispute? This is old Graves' home, not yours."

"But my husband is hiding here and won't go home and won't see me."

said Madame Zabini in a plaintive tone.

"I asked some friends to help me just to have him appear in front of me. What's wrong with that?"

Moody kept turning his magic eyes, seemingly observing everyone present.

He said in a stiff tone: "You attacked old Graves' house. He has the right to seek help from the Aurors."

"You're right, Mr. Moody."

Madame Zabini gave a sweet laugh.

"I did not consider this matter carefully. It was all because I was too angry. I will apologize to my father properly later."

Scott couldn't see Mrs. Zabini's face, but he could see that several young Aurors behind Moody were blushing at this moment.

Only Nymphadora Tonks was rolling her eyes furiously.

"Don't cover it up with such nonsense, Zabini."

Mr. Graves took a few steps forward.

"We all know what you want."

"What do you think I want, Charles?"

Mrs. Zabini turned around and looked at Mr. Graves with gentle eyes.

"I'm just a poor woman who is eager to win back her husband."

"you……"

Mr. Graves couldn't help but take a step back, with an expression on his face as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"It's no use saying anything, Zabini."

Moody was already a little impatient.

"No matter what the purpose was, it is true that you attacked old Graves' house. In short, all of you must go to the Ministry of Magic."

Mrs. Zabini seemed very cooperative, "Of course I am willing to go to the Ministry of Magic to explain the matter clearly, and I am also willing to compensate my father for his losses, but my friends are just here to help, so there is no need to go, right?"

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter," Moody's insisted.

"Father!"

Madame Zabini suddenly shouted.

"This is a private matter of the Graves family. Are you sure you want the Ministry of Magic to get involved? I am a member of the Graves family!"

Scott watched in surprise as old Mr. Graves walked out of the house.

"Sorry, Moody, I didn't ask for help from an Auror."

The old gentleman said to Moody with a straight face.