Flying on a Sword

Upon hearing Xiwen's question, the Fat Friar hesitated slightly before saying to him, "As you know, Baron had been dejected and locked himself in a closed room for quite some time, and ended up being neighbors with Toad Ghost, which all ghosts hate."

"Some time ago, I don't know if he had a change of heart or what, but without telling anyone, he left Hogwarts through the room next to the Toad Ghost. Nick only discovered his departure a few days ago. So now nobody knows where he went."

"So that's how it is..." Xiwen frowned in thought.

"So, did Baron make another mistake?" the Fat Friar asked curiously.

"No, not at all," Xiwen said, shaking his head slightly. "It's just that the knife I got from him earlier suddenly started acting strangely, and I don't know what's wrong with it."

"This..." The Fat Friar was also confused, wondering what kind of trouble Baron had gotten himself into this time.

After pondering for a moment, Xiwen finally made up his mind and said to Helena, "Helena, if we really want to find out what happened to Baron's knife, we might have to let it go and then follow it to find Baron's whereabouts."

"Yes, you can decide." Helena nodded without hesitation.

So Xiwen opened another Dimensional Gate and returned to the dungeon room. Then, he chanted a spell to retrieve the Cyttorak's Crimson Bands that bound Baron's Scimitar.

As the restraints were released, Baron's Scimitar shot out like an arrow, piercing through the wall and flying in one direction.

Seeing this, Xiwen quickly sped up and followed, with Helena close behind.

The curved blade's ghost form, which can ignore terrain, allows it to reach extremely high speeds in a very short time.

Although Xiwen and Helena were also in spirit form, they didn't possess the lightning speed of the scimitar. Therefore, Xiwen had to cast some speed-boosting spells on himself and Helena to barely keep up with it.

"This is getting tiring," Xiwen said to Helena, quite frustrated, after flying alongside Baron's Scimitar for a long time without seeing it slow down at all.

Since Xiwen regained control of the Dimensional Gate, he has completely abandoned the rudimentary method of traveling by flying. Whenever he knows the exact coordinates, he simply draws a circle in front of him to summon Dimensional Gate and reach his destination. With such a simple method, why bother traveling at all?

However, today's situation is different from usual.

Baron's Scimitar, in the end, didn't possess any sophisticated intelligence; it could only focus on one direction and keep speeding towards it, and it couldn't tell Xiwen the exact location.

Therefore, using Dimensional Gate to take shortcuts is probably not going to work...

At such a rapid speed, a short while later, Xiwen and Helena followed the scimitar to a vast, open sea.

The seawater shimmered, and the moonlight shone on its surface, like scattered gold dust on the ocean—a truly magnificent sight!

Near the shore, waves constantly surged onto the beach, chasing each other and crashing against the rocks, making a series of "splashing" sounds.

Floating in the air, gazing into the distance, the sea and sky stretched as far as the eye could see, without any boundary, the entire ocean resembling an endless starry sky.

"We've probably already left the Scottish Highlands. Should we continue the pursuit?" Xiwen asked Helena.

Helena was flying swiftly alongside Xiwen, her gaze lingering on the magnificent seascape with great curiosity, her heart filled with joy.

"Go after them, why not?" Helena smiled slightly at Xiwen's question and said to him, "Come to think of it, this is the first time I've come to a place I never stayed in before, since I became a ghost."

"This sea is wonderful. It would be even better if the journey hadn't been so tiring," she exclaimed.

Xiwen had a sudden inspiration. He turned his head and looked at the curved sword that was leading the way in front of him, and an idea came to his mind.

"Suddenly, I realized we don't need to travel so arduously." He looked at the curved blade ahead and smiled maliciously. "We can definitely use its momentum!"

Under Helena's puzzled gaze, Xiwen suddenly lashed out several golden Magic Whip at the curved sword in front of him, wrapping them around the hilt.

Then, he grabbed Helena with one hand and pulled on the curved sword in front of him with the other, using Baron's Helena to propel them forward.

"Huh, this definitely saves a lot of effort," Helena said in surprise, watching Xiwen's actions.

However, Xiwen was still not satisfied; he felt that being dragged along by a knife was beneath his dignity.

So he pulled again, dragging himself and Helena onto the back of the knife in front of them and onto it.

The scimitar tried to struggle, but Xiwen threatened it with his Magic Whip and Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, which finally made it obediently carry the two of them forward.

Now, Helena and Xiwen stand quietly on the back of the sword, one in front of the other, "flying on their swords"!

A salty sea breeze gently blew by, lifting the hems of their clothes and making them look like an extraordinary couple, like immortals in heaven.

Only this scimitar, forged from an animal, felt grief and indignation, but no one cared...

Stepping on this curved blade, Xiwen and Helena traversed countless regions.

Helena observed the people and things in various places, so different from those of a thousand years ago. Throughout her journey, she maintained her curiosity and joy at seeing new things, her beautiful eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Xiwen treated this as a rare vacation and was very relaxed.

The only downside was that the flight speed was a bit too fast, and many sights were passed by before they could be clearly seen, which made the two of them less than satisfied.

As we enjoyed the scenery along the way, a glimmer of light appeared on the distant horizon before we knew it.

The sun quietly rose.

The eastern horizon first revealed a sliver of dawn, casting a soft light. Then, a crimson glow appeared on the horizon, gradually expanding and draping the earth at the edge of sight in a layer of red brocade. The once heavy darkness was dispelled by the dawn in the blink of an eye, and the sky turned blue.

Just then, the scimitars that Xiwen and Helena were standing on suddenly changed direction and flew into the jungle below.

Before me lay a vast forest, lush and abundant with a variety of trees such as beech, oak, and black pine, its perimeter radiating vibrant life.

Xiwen frowned, feeling a sense of familiarity about this jungle.

"I think I've been here before," Helena's voice rang out, and her words made Xiwen's eyes widen.

He stood on the back of the knife, carefully surveying the lush forest once more. His expression turned to extreme astonishment, and he almost burst into a tirade of curses.

"What the heck... why is it this Albania forest again?! Is this ever going to end?!"

In front of Helena, Xiwen ultimately didn't utter the full profanity, but his composure was already crumbling.

Who would have thought that in just one year, he would come to this forest so many times for various reasons? Perhaps he's come here as many times as Xiwen has gone home...

Xiwen roughly calculated that coming here to search for Nagini's trail was the first time, opening the Dimensional Gate to come and meet Newt was the second time, and obtaining the Ravenclaw's Diadem near that lake was the third time. This didn't even include the time he saw this forest through Bloody Baron's perspective...

Thinking about Bloody Baron's perspective on memories, Xiwen realized that Baron's arrival in the Albania forest might also be influenced by the memory replay from that time, wanting to return to the place that turned him into a ghost, to find his obsession with being a ghost.

However, this area is practically Death's stronghold...

Xiwen's expression turned serious. Two pre-cast Rings of Raggadorr quietly wrapped around his wrist, ready to use spells for defense or open Dimensional Gate to leave the scene at any moment.

Helena had already heard Xiwen tell stories of the strange events in the Albania forests, so she followed Xiwen's example and wrapped two Rings of Raggadorr around her fair wrists.

Compared to Xiwen's appearance, she looked like she was wearing two gold bracelets, which was quite beautiful.

However, this is not the time to care about whether it looks good or not.

As the two men's expressions turned solemn, the curved blade beneath their feet flew slower and slower, and a large amount of black mist appeared before them, spreading through the early morning forest and quietly adding a touch of eeriness to the forest.

"Something's definitely not right. Let's hide for a bit," Xiwen whispered to Helena.

Helena nodded and jumped off the scimitar with Xiwen. Then, using the characteristics of her Soul Body, she transformed into a colorless and transparent figure, concealing herself in the black mist of the forest.

The two moved silently through the forest, following the scimitar that had slowed down, and moved slowly forward.

As they drifted forward, many disgusting-looking and terrifying creatures patrolled the outskirts of the forest. They were all draped in tattered Cloak, their bodies looked as if they had been soaked in water, with scabbed hands and rotting, emaciated bodies, making them exceptionally gruesome.

As they approached, it was as if all their joy was swallowed up, and Xiwen and Helena couldn't help but recall the most terrifying things they had ever experienced.

"It's Dementor." Xiwen struggled to recall amidst his mind filled with negative emotions. It was in this very forest that he and Newt had encountered a large group of these repulsive and bizarre creatures when they defeated the two-faced black wizard.

Helena gave a soft "hmm" to indicate that she understood.

Fortunately, both Xiwen and Helena were in spirit form, not on the Dementor's menu, so they weren't detected by the monsters because of their different emotions.

As the two ventured deeper, the surrounding black fog grew thicker and thicker, and the eerie atmosphere became increasingly heavy.

When they arrived at the very heart of the Albania Forest, they were filled with dread.

As far as the two could see, there were countless Dementor everywhere, and numerous corrupted Beast corpses lay prostrate on the ground around them, their eyes all radiating a scarlet light.

In the very center of the arena sat a mysterious figure, draped in a black cloak, coldly seated on a throne forged from bones.

Before him, the Bloody Baron floated in the air, his face contorted in agony, red light flashing intermittently in his eyes!