Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 230
After bidding farewell to Savannah, the three continued to walk along the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Soon, they saw Harry and his two little friends coming out of Hagrid's cabin again.

"Good evening, Harry, Ron, Hermione."

After the trio approached, Scott offered to say hello.

"This is Roger, and this is Eddie."

He pointed to his two roommates again.

The three of Harry also stopped to greet them.

"You went to see Hagrid?"

Scott asked casually, but his eyes were fixed on the mouse lying soundly asleep in Ron's hand.

Ron replied, "Oh yeah, Hagrid's been in a bad mood since those damn spiders finally died."

"Hey! Ron! Don't say that, that's Hagrid's friend, he's sad enough." Hermione couldn't help scolding him.

"Yeah." Ron said, shaking his head, "Hagrid's cannibal friends."

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and sighed, "I wish Hagrid had some normal friends."

Now, even Hermione couldn't help but nod in agreement.

But when Ron turned his head to look at her, she raised her chin proudly again.

Scott cursed inwardly.

As far as he knew, Professor Kettleburn, Care of Fantastic Creatures, had retired at the end of the term.

If nothing happened, Hagrid would take over next semester.

Given his hobbies, next semester's Protection of Magical Creatures class might be a mess.

But right now Scott was more interested in Ron's rat.

"Is this your pet?" he said to Ron. "It doesn't look too good."

"Oh...yes, this is Scabbers." Ron lowered his head and touched the gray mouse, and said with some embarrassment, "It's very old and useless, and it can't wake up all day long."

"It's an amazing mouse that's been in Ron's house for almost 12 years, and used to be Percy's pet."

Seeing that Scott seemed interested in the mouse, Harry also helped introduce it.

"It's been sleeping in the dormitory all the time, and Ron wants Hagrid to help see if it's dying."

"It's normal, isn't it?" said Ron sadly. "I mean, he's dying of age, and there's nothing you can do about it."

As he spoke, he fondled the unattractive fur on the mouse.

Hermione comforted Ron, "Babber is already very strong. I've never heard of an ordinary mouse living so long."

"Twelve years? Maybe it has the blood of some magical animal." Eddie couldn't help but leaned in front of Ron to take a closer look at the mouse.

"No, it's just an ordinary mouse." Ron said with a frown. "Its only advantage is that it lives longer than other mice."

"Can I have a look?" Scott feigned interest.

"Oh." Ron held out his hand. "It's no big deal, it's just a mouse."

Scott reached out and touched the mouse's back.

"Indeed." He nodded, "I don't feel any magic power in its body."

Ron withdrew his hand and sighed, "I hope it can survive this summer vacation, otherwise, Mom and Dad don't have the money to buy me a new pet."

At this time, Roger said: "Keeping pets is too troublesome, neither Scott nor I have one."

"I remember you had a raven?" Harry looked at Scott. "Oh, I remember it beat Malfoy."

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing.

"That's what I conjured up with Transfiguration." Scott said softly, and made a "shh" gesture.

"Well, I won't say it." Harry gloated a little, "Malfoy never knew whose raven pecked him."

Afterwards, they chatted for a few more words before parting ways.

After Harry and the others walked away, Roger immediately said, "Scott, is there something wrong with that mouse?"

"Me too." Eddie looked at Scott too.

"Why do you say that?" Scott asked.

Roger smiled, "Heh, you're not the kind of person who is interested in mice, even if that mouse lived a little longer abnormally."

Eddie continued, "Not to mention touching it with your hands."

"Okay." Scott shrugged his shoulders, "You really know me well."

"Tell me quickly." Eddie was very interested and asked eagerly, "What's going on?"

Scott said bluntly, "I suspect that mouse is some wizard's Animagus."

"what?"

Roger's Eddie stared wide-eyed and exclaimed loudly at the same time.

"While I'm not 100 percent sure, I think there's a good chance it is," Scott said.

"Impossible!" Eddie said. "Which wizard wants to be a mouse for a long time? Twelve long years!"

Roger nodded. "Really, being a mouse for 12 years? It's crazy to think about."

Scott smiled, "Maybe it has a reason to hide?"

Eddie still didn't believe it, "There are many places to hide in this world, you don't have to become a mouse and be treated as a pet by a little wizard!"

"I'm not just basing my judgment on the fact that the mouse lived for 12 years," Scott said. "There's magic hidden in it, the kind of magic that's extremely difficult to perceive."

Probably unless he has such a talent for perception, ordinary wizards will never notice anything wrong.

"Maybe that's why it lived 12 years?" Eddie said.

"No, I can sense the traces of Transfiguration." Scott said affirmatively.

He turned to face the castle.

"Go, let's go to Professor McGonagall."

Now that we have met and have a reason, Scott has no reason not to settle this matter in advance.

He didn't want to have the same intimate encounters with dementors as in "Original Book" next semester.

And, the holidays are coming soon.

This means that even if this matter is exposed now, it will not affect these students who are about to leave the academy.

"Oh! I must go and see!" Eddie chased after him.

Scott walked quickly to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor of the castle.

Roger and Eddie stopped at the other end of the corridor.

Scott raised his hand and knocked lightly on the office door.

"Please come in."

The office door opened.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall."

Scott walked into the office alone and found that the painting he had given to Professor McGonagall was now hanging on the wall.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting behind the desk, looked up and was a little surprised to find that it was Scott.

"Good evening, Mr. Trollope," she said. "What's the matter?"

"I have something to tell you, Professor McGonagall."

Scott closed the door casually and walked to Professor McGonagall's desk.

"I wonder if you've seen Ron's pet mouse?"

"Mr. Weasley's pet?" Professor McGonagall pushed the glasses on his face and looked at Scott. "I haven't paid attention to the students' pets, so is there something wrong with Mr. Weasley's mouse?"

"I suspect that mouse is some wizard's Animagus." Scott said directly.

Professor McGonagall paused.

"Are you sure?" She looked at Scott in surprise.

(End of this chapter)