Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 234
"children."

Dumbledore looked at several students in the office.

"First of all, the Weasley children, you have been disturbed."

He spoke slowly, as if thinking about something.

"But I'm sorry, this matter is a bit complicated, so I can't tell you the details yet."

Hearing what he said, the direct victims Percy and Ron, who looked downcast, were honest, but Fred and George protested.

"Professor, I think we have a right to know who this guy is!"

"Our family has raised him for almost 12 years!"

At this time, Scott heard Ron's dissatisfied murmur, "I'm the one who raised him... oh..."

"Sorry, gentlemen." Dumbledore said to the twins with a smile, "I will contact Arthur and Molly about this matter and tell them everything."

"It's not fair."

"We've grown up too."

The twins are still competing.

"The two Mr. Weasleys." Professor McGonagall's stern eyes fell on them.

"Oh fine."

"Maybe Mom and Dad will tell us the truth."

Fred and George immediately compromised.

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

"And Scott." He looked at Scott, "I hope you keep everything that happened today a secret."

As he spoke, he blinked meaningfully.

"Scott, you know what to do."

"..."

Scott wanted to tell him, I don't know what to do.

At this moment, he noticed that Peter was furtively turning his head and glancing at him.

Scott knew very well that Peter had stayed at Hogwarts for two years as Ron's pet, so he should know himself.

Although he didn't know how he was seen through, Scott was standing in this office now, and it was obviously related to this matter, so it was normal for him to have doubts.

Noticing this, Scott gritted his teeth and nodded to Dumbledore, "I see, Professor."

Scott stared at Peter.

Originally, he was prepared to stand by and watch this matter, but now he had to step in and resolve this matter as soon as possible.

Otherwise, after Peter knew that he had exposed him, he might get involved in trouble.

Dumbledore really saw every stitch.

"Well, you can go now, children."

Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile.

"Professor McGonagall and I also want to catch up with our former students."

Scott and the Weasley brothers obediently walked out of the principal's office.

In the corridor, Scott looked at the pale Ron and couldn't help but smile.

"I told you beforehand, Ron," he said, "I hope you don't spit it out."

"Oh Merlin, please stop!" Ron groaned in pain.

His expression was extremely tangled, and he said reluctantly: "But I still have to thank you, otherwise..."

He shook his head with lingering fear, feeling a little hopeless.

"Our poor little Rollo, it's all Percy's fault."

"He was the one who wanted Banban to stay at home, and he was the one who gave Banban to you."

The twins began to drive a wedge between the brothers.

Percy shivered unconsciously at this moment.

"Stop it!" He suppressed his nausea and scolded the twins, "I'm a victim too!"

At this moment, Ron's brain circuit seemed to match the twins, and he couldn't help but look up at Percy, "Fred and George are right, it's all your fault!"

"You wanted Scabbers yourself!" Percy said angrily, "I don't know who is so happy that he sleeps with his arms all day long!"

"vomit……"

Retching a few more times, Ron's face became even paler.

He said angrily to Percy, "You've been raising him since you were five years old! You've been sleeping with him longer!"

"vomit……"

Percy's body faltered.

Fred and George stood aside, grinning, enjoying watching their two brothers hurt each other.

"Are you guys okay?"

Just then, Ginny ran over while asking, followed by Harry and Hermione.

"What the hell happened? What happened to Scabbers?"

Percy and Ron immediately resisted the urge to retch and acted nonchalantly.

"It's okay." Percy shook his head, as if unwilling to say more.

"Are you all right, Ron?" Harry walked up to Ron, looking at the little friend with a bad face with concern.

Ron shook his head, looking sad and speechless.

Hermione seemed to have misunderstood something, and hurriedly said, "Don't be sad, Ron. Something happened to Scabbers, didn't he? Was he cursed?"

Ron stood dejected, not wanting to answer her question.

"Poor Ron." Hermione said sympathetically, "You obviously like Scabbers so much, and I saw you kiss his fur..."

"do not talk."

Ron covered his mouth again.

His cheeks were puffed up, his expression was painful, and he let go of his hand soon.

"Woo... vomit..."

This time, instead of retching, he vomited all his dinner out.

Most of it spit on Harry's robes.

"Ah!" Hermione and Ginny screamed and ran away.

The others also covered their mouths and noses and quickly moved away.

"You must have eaten too much for dinner Ron!" said Harry, fighting back his anger.

Scott moved quickly and quietly moved away from the group of Gryffindors.

No farewell.

He still has to fulfill Dumbledore's orders!

Of course, he and Dumbledore didn't have such a tacit understanding. To be honest, he didn't know what Dumbledore hinted to him.

But he decided to go with his own ideas.

Scott kept walking all the way, from the eighth floor of the castle to the basement floor.

He stood outside the Potions Master's office.

Since Dumbledore was unwilling to use drastic means, he would find someone who didn't mind using drastic means.

Tuk, Tuk Tuk.

Scott raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was only a click, and the door lock was unlocked.

Scott pushed open the door and walked into the office.

"Let me see, who is this?"

Snape's silky voice sounded weird.

"Mr. Trollope? A rare visitor."

The Potions Professor was processing some potion ingredients in a leisurely manner.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Scott greeted him politely.

"Good evening, Trollope, what are you doing here?" Snape asked politely but slightly disgusted.

Once again, Scott marveled at the precision of emotion in his tone.

"I've come to deliver word, Professor, I think you need to go to the headmaster's office," he said to Snape. "Better take Veritaserum."

"Oh?"

Snape gently moved the potion ingredients in his hand and put them away by category.

"Tell me what happened?"

He washed his hands in a basin of clean water, and wiped his fingers with a towel.

(End of this chapter)