Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 285
Scott had a busy September.

After a month of teaching, the two new professors at Hogwarts finally had a completely polarized reputation among the students.

Professor Black's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was popular with most of the students, except for the Slytherins.

Snape, the dean of Slytherin House, continued to express his hatred of Black with actions, and Black was extremely strict with the Slytherins in class, and deducted points for them, which led to those Slytherins The Lins didn't like Black either.

According to Eddie, some of the Slytherins privately called Black a blood traitor.

This is in line with the Weasley family's reputation among other pure-blood families.

However, Professor Black obviously didn't care what the Slytherins said about him.

Compared with Professor Black's relatively smooth teaching career, another new professor at Hogwarts, Professor Hagrid, has a much worse reputation among the students.

As we all know, Hagrid had an accident in his first class. He brought ferocious hippogriffs to his third year class, and one of them injured Malfoy.

This teaching accident brought a lot of trouble to Hagrid's teaching career.

Malfoy Jr. was only released from the school hospital a few days after the accident.

His right arm was wrapped in a bandage and hung around his neck with a sling, and he was constantly strutting through the school.

He clamored for revenge on Hagrid and the Hippogriff more than once.

After his publicity, everyone already knew that his father, old Malfoy, was working hard to get rid of Hagrid and put the hippogriff to death.

Anyway, Hagrid seemed spooked after this, and he went to the other extreme in his teaching arrangements.

He has completely ditched his love of fangs and claws, and only exposed his students to creatures that were perfectly safe.

Some magical animals classified by the Ministry of Magic as class X (boring), or XX (harmless/tameable), up to XXX (capable wizards can handle).

In Care of Magical Creatures class after that accident, he had third year students raise Flobberworms (X), fourth year students collect Horklap (X) and feed them to goblins (XX), and fifth year students Help hatch the eggs of Fairy (XX)...

In short, Hagrid got unanimous negative comments from the students with these extremely boring class content.

Even Harry, who regarded Hagrid as a good friend, couldn't speak well for Hagrid in this regard.

In early October, Medea contacted Scott with a small fireplace after a long absence.

It was October 10, a Saturday night, and Scott had just left the Room of Requirement and was on his way back to Ravenclaw Tower.

He suddenly felt the deformed lizard skin bag hanging around his waist begin to vibrate violently, as if something was about to break free from the leather bag and rush out on its own.

He immediately understood what was going on, and had to quickly walk into the utility room next to the corridor.

When he waved his wand to deploy anti-disturb and anti-eavesdropping spells, the small fireplace that was originally packed in a cardboard box flew out of the leather bag that opened by itself and fell to the ground.

At this time, a green flame was already burning in the fireplace.

After a while, Medea's voice came from among the green flames.

"Good evening, Scott." Her tone was unhurried, "I gave you 3 minutes to react, which should be enough for you to find a place where you won't be disturbed."

Scott said in a helpless tone: "Good evening, Medea, I have to say that you really overestimate me. What if I am in which professor's office at this moment?"

"You can say that you are going to the bathroom." Medea said casually.

"Ok."

Scott didn't want to get entangled in this issue, he was more concerned about Medea's purpose of contacting him.

"What do you want from me?" He asked directly.

Medea chuckled, "I have to say, you really impress me, Scott. You killed a thief and a dark wizard, and a young dueling champion, didn't you?"

"Sorry? Oh, this is a bit like a fantasy. You must know that I have been vacationing abroad during the summer vacation and have not participated in any exciting adventure activities."

Scott decided to play dumb, his tone was extremely surprised.

"I don't know why you said that, I can only say that you overestimated me again."

Medea laughed again. "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, child. After all, I have no evidence to accuse you."

"You are making up stories for me." Scott said with some dissatisfaction.

"In short, Bok's death has made it more difficult for me to find my father's pendant." Medea said to herself, "I have found out that the child Merope took the precious pendant when he was in poverty. The locket was sold to Bock for a low price."

At this point, her voice became cold and playful, "That's really a silly kid, isn't it?"

Scott said in a steady voice: "Sorry, ma'am, I don't know who Merope is. Of course, it would be silly to sell the precious magic props left by Mr. Slytherin at a low price."

"You don't know, of course you don't know." Medea didn't doubt Scott on this point, "Merope Gaunt, she is Voldemort's mother, a woman who fell in love with Muggles but only used love potions silly boy."

"So, Voldemort, who advocates the supremacy of pure blood, is a half-blood himself?" Scott said in a surprised tone.

Medea replied affirmatively, with a tone full of disdain, "Yes, that child is a mixed race, and because he was born under the effect of a love potion, his mind is a little abnormal."

Scott couldn't help asking: "It sounds like you've met him before."

Medea continued to give an affirmative answer, "Yes, I found him in the Albanian forest, a broken soul."

"So." Scott asked expectantly, "He now?"

"He escaped," Medea said. "Obviously, he was unwilling to sacrifice his soul to fulfill his ancestors, so he escaped as quickly as possible."

It's normal for him not to want to!Who would want to!
Scott resisted the urge to complain.

"It doesn't matter, he split his soul a long time ago, I can find those Horcruxes first." Medea laughed again, "There are seven in total, you calculated it with arithmetic divination."

Scott's eyes widened in shock, "How do you know?"

He was in the principal's office when he calculated the Horcrux!
"Because I want to know," said Medea, in a matter-of-fact tone.

But Scott had regained his composure at this time, and immediately thought of a possibility.

"Is it a portrait?" He asked Medea, "Is it someone from the portraits of previous principals who traveled to his other portraits and told you the news?"

For some reason, Scott's first suspicion was Phineas Nigellus Black, the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history.

(End of this chapter)