Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 148 148. Dumbledore's Brief Instructions

Facing Eddie's inquiry, Scott smiled helplessly, "Medea has left Hogwarts, and there may be a huge change in the wizarding world."

"It's true that she killed Lockhart and that Yaxley?" Eddie stared in horror. "Fortunately, you and Milton are fine."

Scott shook his head and said no more.

Next, he took a shower first, and then changed the entire set of sheets and bedding on the bed, and then he was refreshed and ready to eat.

"By the way," he asked Eddie, "how many people know I was there last night?"

He was brought there by Dumbledore's Phoenix last night, so not many people should know about it.

Eddie patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, only Roger and I know, and he told us when we went to find Professor Flitwick to find out the situation."

"Carlo didn't say anything?" Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Carlo?" Eddie asked in surprise. "Is he there? I haven't seen him."

"He's not in the school hospital?" Scott was also surprised.

Eddie shook his head.

Hope Dumbledore took him to the Ministry for questioning, Scott thought.

If that guy doesn't get the jail sentence he deserves, he doesn't mind doing it himself.

At this time, Scott suddenly felt that it would be nice to have Medea in the magic world.

It's best to be able to involve most of the energy of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, so that no matter what you do, you don't have to be restrained.

Otherwise, a person who wants to kill himself, but he can't kill him with his own hands, is indeed a bit aggrieved.

Just like last night.

Didn't Scott want to just kill Carlo and Yaxley?

Of course he wanted to, but he knew he couldn't do that.

After all, killing someone in Dumbledore's sight is never a good idea.

Better not even in self-defense.

A student who can kill people simply and neatly is likely to be targeted by the old principal, making his situation even more uncomfortable.

Of course, rationality allowed Scott to make the best choice for himself.

But he is not a completely rational person after all, and of course there will be some unpleasant negative emotions in his heart.

When Scott and Eddie came to the auditorium, it was almost dinner time, and the students sat on the long table one after another.

Scott saw that many students looked unhappy, and the atmosphere in the auditorium was a bit dignified.

Even if everyone is discussing, it is just whispering, no one speaks loudly.

Probably what happened last night was too scary.

Scott had just walked to the Ravenclaw table and sat down when he saw Harry walking towards him.

"Scott."

he asked softly.

"Can you come with me, please?"

While speaking, he looked back.

Scott looked along, and it turned out to be Ron and Hermione, who were standing at the door of the auditorium.

"You want to ask about yesterday?" Scott whispered to Harry.

Harry smiled shyly and nodded, "Can you?"

Scott was a little strange, "How did you know to ask me?"

Harry scratched his head in some confusion, but still said, "Fred slipped his tongue."

Scott turned his head and looked straight at Fred at the Gryffindor table.

Fred over there obviously felt his gaze, but he pretended not to feel it, and kept turning his head to look in another direction.

Scott stared at him for a few more seconds before looking away.

Then, he stood up and whispered in Harry's ear, "I can only tell you one thing, Harry, what happened yesterday has nothing to do with Voldemort."

"you……"

Harry looked up at him in surprise.

"You called him by his first name!"

He looked at Scott like he was looking at a like-minded friend.

Is your focus a little off?
Scott couldn't help but twitched his lips.

He really wanted to tell the child directly that he was just saying it in passing, but he didn't intend to join the savior team.

"If you want to know the details later, just ask Dumbledore." He said to Harry again.

At this time, he saw the auditorium that Dumbledore led the professors into.

"Ah, here he is."

Scott pointed to the professors, turned and sat back in his seat.

Harry glanced back and ran back quickly.

Dumbledore led all the professors in the school, and walked into the front of the auditorium under the eyes of the students.

After the professors took their seats at the teacher's table, Dumbledore stepped forward alone.

At this moment, the auditorium fell silent, everyone was looking at him, waiting for his speech.

Dumbledore's expression was a little heavy, and he scanned the auditorium before finally speaking.

"You must all know that something happened at Hogwarts last night, something unprecedented."

He said straight to the point.

"There was a battle between me and a terrible enemy hiding in Hogwarts. Unfortunately, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lockhart, died in the battle last night."

That is also called fighting?
Scott complained.

At this time, he heard some sobbing sounds from all around him.

He found that many of the female students present had red eyes.

"Professor Lockhart is brave."

"Maybe we all misunderstood him..."

"I just said...the wizard who can write those works...how could he be a waste..."

"Isn't it worth noting that the enemy? How could someone kill Professor Lockhart under Dumbledore's protection?"

"too frightening!"

Scott found that many people actually believed what Dumbledore said.

"I need to remind everyone that a terrible enemy has escaped from Hogwarts."

Dumbledore continued talking, his eyes always patrolling the students.

"Her identity is a bit special." He paused, "but I can guarantee that what I said is true."

"who is it?"

"It's actually a witch?"

Hearing that Dumbledore said "she", the students were surprised to discuss again.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall, sitting on the teacher's bench, tapped his glass with his wand.

When the auditorium returned to silence, Dumbledore said the name, "Medea Slytherin, she is the daughter of Salazar Slytherin."

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

At this moment, the students were already stunned, and many of them couldn't help standing up.

"This must be a lie..."

"Slytherin's daughter?"

"How can a wizard live a thousand years?"

"Is the legend of Avalon true?"

"Maybe Slytherin taught her a wicked dark art."

Students from the other three colleges all looked at the Slytherin table curiously.

Scott also looked over and saw a lot of wonderful expressions.

Joy, doubt, pride, fear...

Slytherin students, especially those pure-blood students, seemed to have mixed feelings at the moment.

No one has pure joy on their faces.

"So they are also afraid?"

Eddie whispered next to Scott.

"I thought they'd just be ecstatic when they heard the news."

What's so strange about this.

Scott glanced at him.

Those people clamoring for blood purism are only protecting their own interests.

An old monster who was born out of nowhere, who knows what her attitude is.

The pure-blood wizards just use Slytherin's reputation as a banner. Don't others know it, but don't they know it?
(End of this chapter)