Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 282
"I can't believe what I missed yesterday!"

At breakfast on Friday, Eddie hurried to the seat next to Scott and sat down, reaching out and grabbing a bun.

"You probably don't know..." He looked beaming, it was his expression eager to share gossip.

Scott, Roger and Milton all looked at him.

Eddie tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it casually a few times, and swallowed it quickly.

He couldn't wait to say: "Professor Black's Defense Against the Dark Arts class got off to a successful start yesterday afternoon, but Professor Hagrid's first Protection of Magical Beasts class went into a big mess!"

Scott asked, "Yesterday? What grade did Hagrid teach?"

"Third year," Eddie said, "Hagrid brought a terrible beast into class and wounded Malfoy."

Roger said with a smile: "I have to tell you, Eddie, we've all heard about this incident, I didn't expect that only you and Scott didn't know about it."

"Oh……"

Eddie gave a look of disbelief.

"You know, I was busy with business matters yesterday." He tried to redeem his reputation as a "little gossip".

Roger shrugged his shoulders, "Yes, except for classes, you have been running around in the freshmen's dormitory, selling your products to them."

"I've heard about it too." Scott, who hadn't heard about it, said, "Hippogriff."

"You know that too?" Eddie became even more depressed.

Scott said to Roger: "We've got to worry about our Care of Fantastic Beasts class. No matter how little Malfoy gets hurt, I'm afraid old Malfoy won't let it go."

Roger said regretfully: "Yes, the biggest possibility is that we won't see the Hippogriff. I heard that Potter flew around the Black Lake on that beast."

Equally regretful was Eddie, who also took the course.

"Yes, Professor Kettleburn has never shown us large magical animals, and that part of the teaching has always been in books, but Hagrid's views on animals are obviously very different from ordinary people."

Roger said with a smile, "Although it may offend Professor Hagrid to say so, it is clear that his vision is based on his own body shape."

After breakfast, Scott took a lesson in Ancient Runes and a lesson in Arithmetic and Divination.

After the arithmetic and divination class, Professor Victor asked Scott to stay.

"I have noticed, Mr. Trollope."

The tall, lanky Professor Victor stared down at Scott.

His eyes looked a little bulging through the thick glasses.

"It seems that you have made new progress in the magic of arithmetic and divination." He said affirmatively.

Scott was a little surprised at his sharpness, but nodded anyway.

He said: "I changed the way of arithmetic divination, got rid of the quill and parchment, and really said it was just a little more skilled."

"I know that you have used arithmetic and divination to help others solve problems, and even recovered the Ravenclaw crown." Professor Victor said directly.

It seems that this usually unknown professor pays close attention to Scott.

"Come and show your new ways." He looked eager.

Scott nodded, took out his wand, and waved a string of golden numbers in the air.

"I see." Victor stared closely at Scott's movements, "This is indeed a method that can make arithmetic divination more convenient."

After Scott demonstrated the entire process of arithmetic divination, he immediately said loudly: "That's great, your method also inspired me."

As he spoke, he picked up the books on the podium, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

At this moment, even knowing that Professor Victor has such a personality that is not good at interpersonal communication, Scott is still a little bit astonished.

"I will study your method. Of course, I will share the results with you." Professor Victor who walked to the door suddenly turned around and said.

"You should also work harder, wait until you are more proficient in the magic of arithmetic and divination, and you can continue to simplify the process!"

After saying these few words, he hurried away.

Scott smiled and left the arithmetic and divination classroom.

He didn't mind Professor Victor studying the method he used, after all, it was just the application of a simple spell.

He had a hunch that maybe he would get more rewards from Professor Victor.

That evening, as usual, Scott found a desk in the college library to do his dissertation homework, and Milton was with him.

In the potions class in the afternoon, Snape deliberately stared at Scott for a long time, which seriously hurt Scott's partner Milton.

With Snape watching, a nervous Milton accidentally messed up their potion.

The finished potion was satirized by Snape for a long time, and he even asked them to write an extra paper.

Of course, it wasn't just Scott and Milton who got the treatment.

Snape seemed to be in a bad mood, which made him even more mean to the students in class.

"I'm so sorry, Scott." Milton kept apologizing to Scott, "This is all my fault."

Scott was writing the thesis quickly, and he glanced at the parchment in front of him when he heard this.

He looked at Milton in surprise, "Why did you write such a little?"

For a long time, Milton was only a little poor in practical ability in potions, and there should be no problem in theory.

"I must admit," said Milton, "I didn't attend this afternoon's class."

Scott finished the paper in his hand, put down his pen and looked at Milton, "It seems that you have something on your mind."

It suddenly dawned on him that maybe Milton's mistake in potions class this afternoon wasn't just due to Snape's staring.

Milton said: "My dad wrote and asked me to meet in Hogsmeade."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "I remember the first Hogsmeade weekend was at the end of October, and now it's only the beginning of September."

Milton nodded, "Yes, he made an appointment for this meeting almost two months in advance."

"And you were restless almost two months in advance?" Scott handed him his thesis, "You should think about how to complete this potion thesis first."

Milton took the parchment and thanked him softly.

Seeing that he was still in a bad mood, Scott had to say: "You can't avoid meeting your father. If you really want to start living independently, you must also make it clear to him."

Scott couldn't tell Milton directly, maybe one meeting would be less, because the marriage between Mr. Graves and Mrs. Zabini must have been planted with landmines.

Of course, since Mrs. Zabini's past experiences are well-known, Milton himself knows it very well.

But what Scott really can't say is that he still doesn't know why Medea wants to promote this marriage.

Milton's father, Mr. Graves, is just an ordinary employee of the Reversal of Incidents Team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, and their family is just an ordinary family of emerging wizards.

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Graves is not worthy of Medea telling Mrs. Zabini to do this.

(End of this chapter)