Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 100
On Christmas Day, Michael knocked on Scott's door early in the morning, waking him up.

"Today's newspaper."

After getting a response from Scott, Michael walked into the room with a stack of newspapers.

"I got the Kent papers on purpose."

He handed Scott, who was sitting on the bed, a copy of the local Kent paper.

Scott stretched out his hand to take it and read it over and over, but found that the headlines on the front page didn't have what he wanted to see.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic is moving quickly," he said. "It must have been stopped before the newspaper was released."

"Scott!"

At this moment, Emilia's call came from downstairs.

"Your professor is here!"

Scott looked up at Michael.

"I'll go down first to greet the guests for you." Michael winked at him, "You change your clothes and then come down."

Watching Michael turn to leave the room and close the door, Scott rubbed his face and got up to wash.

While brushing his teeth, he looked at his face in the mirror and slowly adjusted his mind.

When he changed his clothes, the expression on his face had completely calmed down.

Walking out of the room, he looked at the living room at the head of the stairs, where Michael and Emilia were talking to Professor Flitwick and two strange wizards.

The moment he saw Professor Flitwick, Scott couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

Although I feel sorry for Professor Flitwick, Scott really thinks that he is much easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

"Professor Flitwick?" He trotted downstairs. "Why are you here?"

Professor Flitwick smiled and waved at him. "Merry Christmas, Scott. I'm sorry to disturb you early in the morning."

"You're too kind, professor," Emilia said quickly. "Scott told us that you gave him a lot of help and care, and you were the professor he respected the most at school."

"Oh! Stop saying that, that's what I'm supposed to do as a professor." Professor Flitwick looked delighted.

"professor."

Scott walked up to him and looked again at the two wizards sitting beside him.

"Did something happen?" he asked with a questioning expression. "Who are these two gentlemen?"

"Oh, let me introduce you."

Professor Flitwick jumped off the sofa.

"These are the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Shacklebolt and Mr. Williamson."

"Auror?"

Scott was surprised, but politely greeted the two Aurors.

"Hello, gentlemen." He looked even more surprised when he looked at them. "Oh, you don't look very good."

Indeed, the two Aurors looked lethargic, and even the dark-skinned Mr. Shacklebolt had dark circles under his eyes.

"There's something big going on!" the young Mr. Williamson couldn't help complaining. "It took us all night to erase the memories of those Muggles who are so curious..."

"Williamson!" Shaker gave him a serious look.

Williamson closed his mouth immediately.

"Listen, Scott."

Professor Flitwick told Scott.

"A sad event happened yesterday when Miss Travers, a Slytherin first year, tragically passed away."

"Travers?"

Scott thought about it.

"Could it be Jasmine Travers?" He widened his eyes in surprise.

Professor Flitwick sighed, "That's right, she had a split accident while being Apparated by her house-elf."

"This……"

Scott could only open his mouth.

"There's still some doubts about this," Shaker said, "so we're coming to you for a routine inquiry."

"I?"

Scott gave him a surprised look, then looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Wait, Shacklebolt, let me finish."

Professor Flitwick gave Schalke a dissatisfied look.

He continued to Scott: "According to Miss Avery, who is in the same ward as Miss Travers, Miss Travers left the hospital to find you."

"Looking for me?" Scott looked unconvinced.

"I know of course this has nothing to do with you."

Professor Flitwick patted his arm reassuringly.

"Don't worry, Scott, I'm here."

Speaking of which, he lowered his voice.

"This morning they came to the school to investigate your information and wanted to get the address of your home. I proposed to Dumbledore to accompany you, and of course he agreed. I will ensure that they will not cause any harm to you and your family during the inquiry process. influences."

"Thank you, Professor."

Scott looked at him gratefully.

This gratitude is real.

He took a deep breath, turned his head and gave the parents who had been looking at them a reassuring look, before walking back to the two Aurors.

"Gentlemen, I'm ready." He sat down on the sofa across from them.

"very good."

Shacklebolt sat up a little, the big golden earrings dangling in his ears.

Williamson on the side also took out a pen and paper.

"Mr. Trollope?" Shacklebolt asked him. "You had a conflict with Miss Travers at school? According to Miss Avery, Travers left the hospital on his own to seek revenge against you."

"I don't know if that counts as a contradiction."

Scott looked a little reserved.

He said something about what happened to Jacob and Travert.

"...According to Jacob, Miss Travers doesn't think I should be looking down at her."

He spread his hands helplessly.

"But I was standing on top of the stairs and they were standing downstairs."

Shaker did not comment after listening, just nodded.

He then asked again, "Miss Avery said that they suspect that you were the cause of their illness. Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Thank you. They really look up to me?"

Scott looked even more helpless.

"As far as I know, their illness...even Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape can't be resolved right away. I don't think I'm capable of that."

Seeing that Shaker did not speak, he continued: "Professors all know that I am good at Transfiguration, and other subjects are not top-notch."

"That's right." Professor Flitwick nodded in agreement, "Especially this kid's Potions class grades are even more average."

Scott smiled embarrassedly at Professor Flitwick, and continued to say to Shacklebolt: "And as you can see, our family is just an ordinary Muggle family, and no one can help me except myself. provide help."

Shacklebolt nodded and pondered for a while.

"That's it, Kingsley."

Williamson, who was beside him, couldn't help yawning and shook his ponytail.

"This is just a fourth-year student, or a Muggle-born wizard, this matter obviously has nothing to do with him."

He looked at Scott casually with contempt in his eyes.

"This matter is still suspicious." Shaker stressed.

"I know." Williamson put away the pen and paper impatiently. "The girl's wand, they used the flashback spell to play the spell she used."

He turned to look at Scott. "A lot of aggressive spells, even a vicious shapeshifting torture spell, and even a death spell at the end."

Seeing Scott's shocked expression, he pouted.

"I have to say that girl is a genius," he chuckled. "It's a pity that this kid can't handle her magic."

Shacklebolt glared at him, "How can you!"

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Williamson's casual disclosure of this information.

Williamson shrank his neck reflexively, but he soon became angry again.

"I know you have a lot of questions, Kinleys."

He stood up suddenly.

"Let me tell you, obviously, the girl just didn't know where to go and fight with someone, or simply practice the spell."

He looked at Shacklebolt with a smirk.

"Because the credulous house-elf thing ended up killing her, she angrily gave that thing a death curse before she died."

He shrugged deliberately.

"An 11-year-old girl, her death curse can't kill a house elf, and that thing died because of its split."

wonderful!

With his head bowed, Scott wanted a standing ovation to thank Mr. Williamson for his excellent analysis.

"Williamson!" Shacklebolt stood up angrily, breathing rapidly, "This is not how a qualified Auror should behave during an investigation!"

Williamson raised his head, stalked his neck and said, "I only know that the magic world was almost exposed to the eyes of all England yesterday, and Minister Fudge wants us to quell this incident as quickly as possible!"

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