Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 190. The Call with "Number 01"
"Fluorescent flashes!"

Scott tapped the wand in the air a few times, and a few inconspicuous gleams like fireflies floated in front of him.

He began to read the letter carefully with the faint light.

[You did not disappoint me, boy.

I appreciate your caution...]
I seem to be fooled.

Scott thought.

[Shafik didn't lie to you, that letter was written to you at my instigation.

You really didn't believe her.

The raven you sent to investigate her was a good piece of work, and it looks like you've used up that Philosopher's Stone...]
Well, I really fell for it.

Scott sighed.

[Get in touch with me directly next time, boy.

My small fireplace number is "Number 01".

MS]

Scott put the letter paper together with the envelope into a ball with a blank face, and threw it into the air.

"Burning flames!"

Flames spewed from his raised wand, incinerating the wad of paper into ashes.

Small fireplace?
Why not call it PHS!
Scott took the small fireplace out of the carton, opened the jar containing the Floo powder, and used the small spoon in it to scoop up a little Floo powder and poured it into the small fireplace in his hand.

Bang!
A green flame rose in the small fireplace.

"Number 01." Scott said the number.

The green flame in the small fireplace flickered, and Medea's figure came from within.

"Good evening, boy," she said with a chuckle, "Looks like you've gotten the mail I sent you."

"Good evening, Medea."

Scott's voice was calm.

He didn't speak rashly, wanting Medea to take the initiative to explain her intentions.

"Are you confused?" Medea still asked with a smile.

Really difficult.

Scott sighed helplessly, "I'm just an ordinary little wizard in the fourth grade. I really don't know why I can be valued by Ms. Slytherin."

"Hehehehe..."

Medea seemed to be laughing happily.

"It's very interesting," she said.

Scott pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"Since that's the case, don't think so much, boy." Medea said, "I didn't ask you anything, so you can accept my gift with peace of mind."

I can't take it easy.

Scott thought.

"Are you so sure I won't tell Dumbledore these things?" he asked curiously.

"Of course, you are reluctant to give up the treasures you have obtained and the knowledge you are about to obtain. You are Ravenclaw!" Medea said firmly.

Really reluctant.

Scott thought.

He was reluctant to part with the two gifts that could be called treasures, or the books and notes kept in the secret room.

"Am I right?" Medea said again, "How can a greedy raven be willing to let go of something it has already grasped?"

Scott took a deep breath.

After calming down, he asked again: "Then what is your purpose? Apart from seeking recovery, you should have a bigger goal."

Medea was silent for a while, then laughed again.

"You're sharp, Scott. But it's too early for you to just focus on your own business," she said.

"..."

What's the matter with this look of eating me?

Scott took another deep breath.

He asked in a calm tone: "Hearing what you said, it seems that you are sure that I will join you in the future?"

My goal is to become a free wind and eagle. I will never join any organization and sacrifice my life for someone.

He thought for sure.

"You're mistaken, Scott."

Medea finally stopped laughing, and her tone became more serious.

"I said that I have high expectations for you, so I didn't regard you as a subordinate. You should look further. I think you will be my collaborator in the future, of course, the equal kind."

"This is unbelievable." Scott said in surprise, "I don't deserve to be valued like this."

"I think that's enough."

Medea said domineeringly.

"I trust my own judgment."

Scott was speechless.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

Medea's voice softened.

"Is this little fireplace fun?"

She laughed again.

"I designed this. I have walked around the Muggle world, and I have to say that the world has changed too much."

"You don't discriminate against Muggles?" Scott was even more surprised.

"Why discriminate against them?" Medea said naturally, "Although they have no magic, they have the same wisdom as wizards."

Scott looked at Medea with admiration.

"Maybe wizards and Muggles are just two types of people walking on different paths."

Medea said again.

"I see that the way Muggles see the world today is very interesting. They have lost the influence of the knowledge that came from wizards in the past."

"This……"

Scott didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is it so up-to-date?

Granny Slytherin who has been sleeping for thousands of years!
This is much better than her descendant Voldemort, who has been in the blood for countless generations.

"Okay, that's all for today. I found something interesting."

Medea's voice came again.

"Goodbye, Scott. Looking forward to our next exchange."

As soon as she finished speaking, the green flame inside the small fireplace went out with a pop.

Scott froze for a moment, then put the fireplace and Floo powder into the cardboard box.

He refastened the carton with string, and stuffed the carton into the shapeshifting lizard pouch at his waist.

When he stood up and stretched his head, he suddenly froze.

Oops, Rimbaud!
Rimbaud will not be captured by Medea.

It was transformed with the Sorcerer's Stone!

Just thinking about that possibility, Scott clutched his chest in distress.

Think good...

Medea and Shafik won't necessarily be together.

Even if they are together, Rimbaud may not be taken away.

If you want to catch it, you have caught it before.

Scott tried to comfort himself.

no!Still so worried!

Scott looked up at the night sky.

Now that Rimbaud has already flown away, he has no way to contact it.

I hope my good friend Rimbaud can return safely...

With a heavy heart, Scott walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower with heavy steps.

But he soon smiled again.

Because when he came downstairs to the Ravenclaw Tower, Rimbaud flew down from the night sky again and flew in front of Scott.

"Why are you back, Rimbaud." Scott let it rest on his arm and asked it curiously.

"I……"

Rimbaud blinked.

"Scott?"

It seemed to be taken aback by Scott in front of him.

"Why am I here?"

Rimbaud flew up and circled Scott.

"What's going on? Could it be that I've been hit by the Imperius Curse?"

It yelled in panic.

"All right……"

Scott beckoned to it to calm it down again.

"Although I don't know what's going on."

His eyes twinkled, and he smiled again.

"But that's fine too."

(End of this chapter)