Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 170

"Algorithms."

Scott, waving his wand, went through the calculated steps.

The next step is the last step.

Scott took a deep breath, waved his wand firmly, and tapped on the parchment.

"Digital display."

On the parchment, the numbers obtained after the calculation moved.

Scott stared intently at the paper, frowning.

Not so good.

The numbers on the paper moved a little messily, and he couldn't see any rules at a glance.

and……

The most difficult point of this arithmetic divination is that there is no way to strengthen one's own thoughts.

Unlike the previous two uses, whether it was the parents or the Ravenclaw diadem, he could have a specific image in his mind.

"Voldemort's Horcrux", this is a relatively abstract concept for him.

But Scott quickly put aside distracting thoughts and concentrated on thinking about his divination purpose.

Whoa, whoa.

The parchment touched by Scott's wand trembled, and Scott had already closed his eyes.

There seemed to be an image of notebooks and crowns composed of countless numbers in his mind, and more numbers were flying and colliding randomly around the images of notebooks and crowns.

They are constantly combined, and when they almost form a new image, they are broken again, making it impossible to see what they refer to.

But the jumbled figures seemed to be separated after all, except for the images of the notebook and the crown, the other figures were divided into four groups.

6?
Scott thought.

I think it should be 7.

When he was thinking like this, the messy numbers in his mind split into new ones.

It can only be done like this.

Scott decisively opened his eyes.

At this time, the moving numbers on the parchment almost disappeared in the collision.

The moment Scott opened his eyes, he happened to see that the only [6] left suddenly changed to [7].

The number [7] quickly moved to the top of the parchment.

"[7]?" Dumbledore looked down at the number. "It's a magical number."

Scott felt weak at the moment.

He performed his third arithmetic of the day.

At this moment, he felt that the magic power in his body was completely emptied.

He stretched out his hand to hold the cup of hot cocoa, but he didn't expect that his wrist was sore, the cup was not stable and fell down.

Dumbledore hastily stretched out a finger, fixed the poured cup and drink in the air, and then returned to their original shape.

Then he picked up the Elder Wand and waved it at Scott, a gentle white light shone on Scott, and he felt his condition suddenly improved.

"This is a trick I learned from Madam Pomfrey, and it can only temporarily relieve fatigue."

Dumbledore tapped Scott's glass again with his wand.

The hot cocoa in the cup was full again, and a straw appeared in the cup.

Scott touched the cup with his hand and found that the temperature was just right, so he quickly lowered his head and took a big mouthful of hot cocoa.

After eating the mellow hot cocoa, he felt better.

So he stretched out the index finger of his right hand, put it on the parchment, and began to perceive the topmost number [7].

But after a few seconds he opened his eyes.

"There is very little information." He said to Dumbledore, "The number this time is only the number of Horcruxes indicated, and did not bring more for me."

"Very good, this is already very good." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

"Perhaps you noticed," Scott added, "the last change in the numbers."

"It ended up going from [6] to [7]?" asked Dumbledore. "Does that mean anything?"

Scott whispered: "Voldemort actively created six Horcruxes, [6] represents perfection, plus he himself is [6] the most magical number, I think he did it deliberately."

"But there were seven Horcruxes in the end?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Scott nodded, "The seventh Horcrux was an accident, I'm afraid... even he didn't know it."

Dumbledore's face changed when he heard the words, thoughtfully.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

"Very well," he said to Scott, "I must thank you for your assistance, Scott, it means a lot to us."

"You're welcome, Professor." Scott smiled, "But I think those Riddle's Horcruxes are probably also Medea's targets, don't they?"

"you're right."

Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses that were about to fall off the tip of his nose.

"However, you are still a student, Scott, and you don't need to worry about it yet."

He waved.

"Go ahead, I hope you can rest well."

Just as Scott wanted to get up, he felt the phoenix suddenly fly up and circle around his head.

Later, he found himself sitting on a hospital bed in the school hospital.

"Mr Trollope!"

Madam Pomfrey rushed in quickly, and put a set of hospital gowns on the bedside table.

"Dumbledore has notified me, you quickly change into clean clothes!"

She turned around and walked out quickly.

"I'll get you the medicine. Dumbledore is really going to make trouble for people. He shouldn't ask students to help with things, that old fool!"

Scott was stunned for a moment, then obediently put on his hospital gown and lay down on the hospital bed.

At this moment, his hands and feet were weakening again, which really took him a long time.

Madam Pomfrey came over with two more potions, and poured them into his mouth without further ado.

"Very well, go to sleep, child."

She directly closed the curtain of the hospital bed.

"Tomorrow will be fine, good night."

"Good night, Madam Pomfrey."

Scott closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

The next day, Scott was woken up by the smell of food.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the curtain of his hospital bed had been drawn, and Milton was sitting beside the bed.

"morning."

He looked at the paper crown on Milton's head.

"You are..."

"Morning, you have this too."

Milton smiled and took out another paper crown.

"This is our way of celebrating the imminent return of the Ravenclaw diadem!"

Scott took the paper crown speechlessly and looked at it.

It's as shoddy as the crown that comes with a birthday cake, and it says [wisdom is man's greatest wealth].

"Who came up with this?"

He put the crown on his head casually.

I don't know how to make it look better.

Milton laughed again, "Everyone discussed it, and all Ravenclaws wear it today."

He pointed to the packed food on the bedside cabinet.

"I brought you breakfast, eat it quickly."

With that said, he stood up.

"I'll help you ask Madam Pomfrey, when will you be discharged from the hospital."

"Ok."

Scott nodded. He sat up, took out a sandwich from the paper bag containing the food, and ate it.

(End of this chapter)