Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 118
That night, Scott came to Professor Flitwick's office and told him Snape's reminder to him.

After hearing Scott's description, Professor Flitwick said in surprise, "It seems that Severus has noticed some hidden movements..."

He looked up at Scott, frowning.

"It seems that after Miss Travers' accident, you were angered by some people."

Scott thought so too.

Although he still doesn't know for the time being, how the Travers family, who is no longer there, will retaliate against him.

Could it be that Mr. Travers in Azkaban can also escape from prison like Sirius?
Or a relative of the Travers family?
He decided to ask Eddie to check after he went back to see who the close relatives of the Travers family were.

"But don't worry, Scott." Professor Flitwick said to him again in a reassuring tone. "You're staying at Hogwarts now. You're absolutely safe."

"I understand, Professor." Scott nodded.

"I hope you will be careful, and don't leave the school to go to Hogsmeade at will, even on weekends." Professor Flitwick asked him a little worriedly.

Scott nodded again.

He didn't have much interest in going to Hogsmeade, after all, he had been there too many times since his third year.

"That's all right!"

Professor Flitwick said with satisfaction.

"Your parents have gone abroad. After the summer vacation, I will personally send you out of England. No matter who plans to target you, it will not affect you!"

Scott was taken aback, and quickly thanked Professor Flitwick.

"Well, let's start today's lesson."

Professor Flitwick jumped from his chair, pulled out his wand and waved it.

"We need this today..."

The wall on one side of the office suddenly cracked open, revealing a room hidden behind the wall.

This is an empty room, in which there are only a few human-shaped targets erected, obviously it is a magic spell practice room.

"Come on, come in."

Professor Flitwick motioned for Scott to follow, and the two walked into the practice room, before Professor Flitwick swung his wand again to close the cracked wall.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat.

"I have taught you the basic principles of combined spellcasting before, and now we will practice from the simplest combined spellcasting."

He said as he paced.

"You should be very clear that the use of spells is not just about reading the written instructions, it still requires a lot of practice."

Scott nodded in agreement.

"Then let's get started!"

Professor Flitwick smoothed his sleeves and raised his wand.

"Which spell should I start practicing?"

He thought about it.

"Like this, get big (Engorgio)—"

The wand in his hand traced a zigzag arc in the air.

"Colovaria!"

His wand shook twice extremely quickly, and two spells of different colors flew out from the tip of the wand with a slight time difference, and hit a human-shaped target almost at the same time.

Afterwards, the humanoid target inflated instantly, and at the same time changed from the original wooden color to blue.

"This is the simplest." Professor Flitwick said to Scott. "My expansion spell and color-changing spell almost simultaneously changed the color and volume of the target."

Scott nodded in understanding.

Professor Flitwick signaled him to step forward, "Now you try."

Scott drew out his wand and took a step forward.

"Grow bigger fast - change color!"

He flicked his wand, but nothing happened.

The successive use of the color-changing spell even affected his expansion spell, causing the two spells to be muted together.

"Oh! That's how it was at the beginning!" Professor Flitwick encouraged him, "Next, pay attention to what I said, the key points of combining spells!"

"Grow bigger fast - change color!"

Scott tried again, and this time a spell flew out of his wand, changing the color of the target.

"There is progress, come again!"

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands.

Scott waved his wand again.

An hour passed, and Scott stood there panting.

His combined spellcasting practice was still unsuccessful.

"Come here today, your strength is running out."

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands again.

"Don't be discouraged. I didn't learn it so quickly when I was practicing. I hope you will practice more in private."

Scott agreed, thanked Professor Flitwick, and left his office.

At this time, the time was approaching the curfew, and the corridors of the castle were empty.

Scott went downstairs a little tired, and went straight to the viaducted stone bridge on the cliff.

As the howling cold wind blew by, he took out gloves from his pockets and put them on, tightening his scarf and cloak tightly.

When he walked to the other end of the stone bridge, he heard passionate music as no surprise.

Scott leaned against the railing and closed his eyes, his thoughts flew up with the music again, as if drifting with the wind.

The world presents a different meaning in his senses, and he seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth here.

He just stood there quietly and listened to the whole piece.

When the song was over, he opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the feeling of more active and easy-to-control magic power came again.

If this feeling can still be called an illusion, he can be sure that the range he can perceive with magic power has expanded a little bit.

"Thanks Miss Slytherin."

Scott's voice was blown away by the wind, he turned around, and walked straight back.

Kind of bad.

he thinks.

The music is really heady.

He even felt that this kind of music could already be counted as some kind of magic.

and……

Just like Milton once experienced, this should be the bait thrown by Medea.

The problem is that Scott just wants to eat the bait, not the hook.

... I don't know if I will offend that lady in the end.

When Scott reached the middle of the elevated stone bridge, he stopped suddenly.

His face became a little ugly.

In his perception, two people at each end of the stone bridge stepped onto the bridge at this moment.

It was Strillner and his three companions.

That guy really refused to let it go.

Scott thought helplessly.

He raised his head and whistled, a small black figure swooped down from the air and landed on his shoulder.

"You didn't even notice that the enemy surrounded me, so what's the use of you."

Scott flicked Rimbaud's head angrily.

"I'm sorry... quack..."

Rimbaud twisted his neck and hid his head under his wings.

"never mind."

Scott stretched out his hand from the deformed lizard pocket on his waist and continuously took out large and small stones and wooden blocks and scattered them in front of and behind him.

"It's not bad to try a positional battle."

Then, he raised his hand and raised his wand.

"Flock of birds (Avis)."

A large flock of crows smaller than Rimbaud flew out of his wand and flew up into the sky.

"I leave them to you, Rimbaud."

Scott shrugged his shoulders.

"Quack! Quack!"

Rimbaud immediately lifted his head high and flew into the sky with a cry.

Scott also moved immediately, the light of the Transfiguration Curse continued to stagger and flash, and the stones and wood blocks in front of him and behind him changed one after another.

……

Seeking: monthly ticket|recommendation ticket

(End of this chapter)