Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 200
In the auditorium in the morning, a flock of owls flew over the heads of the students and dropped letters and packages on the tables, causing chaos.

Scott skillfully used a book to block the few feathers falling from the top of his head, and then began to eat calmly.

At this moment, Neville suddenly came up behind him.

"Good morning, Scott."

He greeted shyly, with a low voice.

"Good morning, Neville."

Scott turned around.

"I thought you'd become more confident."

He glanced at the boy with the round face.

"I..." Neville said a little helplessly, "I will try my best."

Scott laughed. "Relax, I was just kidding."

Neville nodded, but his eyes showed firmness.

Scott suddenly felt that the boy had changed. "Is there something you came to see me for, Neville?"

"I told my grandmother about it. She is very grateful to you. This is a thank you gift from her."

Neville handed Scott the leather bag he had just held in his hand.

"You have to take it, Scott."

"Thank you?" Scott was a little surprised, "You've already paid, Neville."

"That's the money for arithmetic and divination." Neville held the leather bag and handed it forward, "You should accept this gift."

"Ok."

Scott was no longer polite, and reached out to take the leather bag.

"Thanks to Mrs Longbottom for me, Neville."

Neville smiled shyly again, and happily went back to the Gryffindor long table.

Eddie, who was sitting next to Scott, immediately leaned over to look at the leather bag in his hand.

"Thank you? What is it?"

Scott shook the leather bag in his hand, and there was a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

Eddie's eyes widened, "Oh! I heard it, it's Jin Gallon!"

"Look how many there are!" He said impatiently.

Scott opened the leather bag and took a look, "It looks... there are about 20 or so."

"Oh, Mrs. Longbottom is really willing." Eddie looked enviously at the leather bag in Scott's hand.

Scott flipped his palm, and stuffed the skin bag containing the Gallon into the deformed lizard skin bag on his waist.

"By the way, have you figured it out?" he asked Eddie. "What business are you going to do?"

Eddie looked away from Scott's waist.

He whispered: "My suggestion is that we can smuggle some goods from Hogsmeade village to sell at the school. After all, the twins know some secret passages that no one knows."

He paused.

"But the twins figured they could use that money to buy ingredients and they could develop a more popular joke prop."

Having said that, he looked back unconvinced.

"Haven't you decided yet?"

Scott wasn't surprised by this.

Eddie likes to act alone, the twins are used to partnering with each other, and it is not so easy for them to agree.

But Scott is in no hurry.

"Don't worry, talk to me after you reach a consensus," he said.

"What? Don't you make up your mind?" Eddie asked in surprise, "You are the one who contributed the most money."

"No."

Scott shook his head decisively.

"I don't know how to do business." He emphasized again, "So I'm just a shareholder, and you are the operators."

This hands-off shopkeeper, he has been determined from the beginning!

Scott, who was full, wiped his mouth, stood up and patted Eddie on the shoulder.

"Come on, Eddie, I'm waiting for your good news."

After speaking, Scott went to class with his books in his arms.

Rimbaud, who was sent by him to investigate Mrs. Zabini, returned to Hogwarts at noon on this day.

After lunch, Scott stepped into the perimeter of the Forbidden Forest alone.

After blocking the sound with a spell, he got a surprising answer from Rimbaud.

Madame Zabini also had a small fireplace in her hand.

This means that this witch is also a member of Medea's win over.

"I heard her talking to the toy fireplace!"

Rimbaud said with some pride.

"Originally, the witch just made Mr. Graves her lover for a while."

Rimbaud continued.

"The reason why she chose to marry Mr. Graves is because of Medea's suggestion."

"What?" Scott was surprised.

This thing is really strange.

It's really not that Scott looks down on Milton's father, Mr. Graves.

Various rumors about Mrs. Zabini indicated that she was a very shrewd pure-blood witch.

In the always critical eyes of pure-blood wizards, Mr. Graves, who was born in a new wizarding family, was just an ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic, and he really couldn't compare to Mrs. Zabini, even though she had been a widow six times.

In Scott's mind, there are only two reasons why this witch would choose to marry Mr. Graves, either because of profit, or because of true love.

But it was clear that the Graves house had nothing worthy of Mrs. Zabini's plot.

At least Milton didn't know.

So... Is this marriage really because of love?

Milton didn't seem to believe that,
Scott didn't believe it anyway.

This is the contradiction and strangeness of this matter.

Out of sympathy for Milton's situation and his own curiosity about the matter, Scott finally asked Rimbaud to investigate it.

The result was astonishing.

Mr. Graves was originally only Mrs. Zabini's guest, but after Medea intervened, they decided to marry.

This astonishing and inexplicable answer sounds like the most reasonable explanation for the whole thing to happen.

In short, Scott gasped at this moment, "Why did Medea help these two get married? What good does it do her?"

It is normal for a new wizarding family to have a shallow background. Mr. Graves has nothing worthy of Mrs. Zabini's plot, let alone Medea.

"do not know!"

Rimbaud shouted at him.

"Okay? You don't care about this matter, Scott! Just like me, I never care about the cooperation between other crows to lay eggs!"

"I didn't want to care."

Scott got a little headache from his voice.

"This matter is too strange. I just wanted to investigate it so that Milton could be mentally prepared. I didn't expect..."

"Quack quack...quack..."

Rimbaud laughed in an ugly voice.

"Forget it, we really don't need to worry about this matter for the time being."

Scott made his decision quickly.

Anyway, Milton has decided to slowly break away from the Graves house.

This matter shouldn't have much impact on him...

Except spiritually.

"Anyway, good luck to Mr. Graves!"

After muttering something, Scott removed the sound-blocking spell, bid farewell to Rimbaud, and walked out of the Forbidden Forest.

Approaching the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he heard footsteps not far behind him.

At this moment, he was even more surprised than before.

He didn't even sense that someone was approaching.

This is unbelievable...

Scott turned his head and looked at the girl who also came out of the Forbidden Forest with several different leaves on her hair.

"Good afternoon, Savannah."

Scott felt the girl's pure magic that was almost integrated with the surrounding natural environment, and his astonishment calmed down.

Is this the special magic of Druids?

　Sorry, gentlemen readers.

　　I was a little stuck today, I wrote and deleted, and there were only two updates in the end.

　　I will smooth out the next plot overnight, so that time can enter the next school year as soon as possible.

　　Tomorrow must make up four more.

　　In short, please continue to support, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)