Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 309. 309. Victory Morning Dialogue
Early on Saturday morning, Roger, the captain of the Quidditch team, had already left early.

In the dormitory, Milton was maintaining his wand when he saw Scott wake up and raised his head to greet him.

"Good morning, Scott."

"Good morning, Milton."

Scott got up from the bed, ignored Eddie who was frozen in the middle of the bedroom in a funny pose, and went to the bathroom first.

When Scott returned to the dormitory after going to the bathroom and washing up, Milton was still concentrating on maintaining his wand, and Eddie was still standing upright in the middle of the dormitory like a statue.

Scott ignored Eddie's pitiful eyes again, walked around him without looking sideways, changed his pajamas, and began to dress slowly.

Shirts, socks, trousers, leather shoes, sweaters, robes, scarves.

When he was fully dressed, he began to arrange his hair in front of the mirror.

"It's almost time." After finishing his hair, Scott turned to Milton and said, "It's time for us to have breakfast."

While speaking, he put away his pocket watch again, hung the shapeshifting lizard skin bag on his belt, put on warm leather gloves, and finally held his wand.

"Ok."

Milton looked at the wand in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and stood up.

He also put on a scarf and gloves, walked around Eddie with Scott, and walked towards the door of the dormitory.

After waiting until Milton opened the door, Scott turned around and waved his wand to lift the petrification spell on Eddie.

Eddie, who suddenly recovered, staggered a step and almost fell.

"Asshole! My legs are numb!"

Eddie roared angrily, and rushed towards the two of them in a staggered manner.

Scott smiled at him, shaking the wrist holding his wand slightly.

Eddie immediately stopped his forward movement, pretended not to care and said, "Let's go, go have breakfast, I'm hungry!"

Half an hour before the start of the Quidditch match, almost all the teachers and students in the school had already sat in the towering stands around the court.

Scott took a copy of Eddie's small Ravenclaw flag with the Copying Charm and held it in his hand.

Soon, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff players flew out of the dressing room on broomsticks, and began to fly around the field in neat formation.

The stands of the two colleges immediately burst into cheers.

Scott yawned a little bored, and didn't become energetic until the game officially started.

As the game progressed, Scott also understood the source of Roger's previous confidence.

In this game, the Ravenclaw players changed their flying formations very quickly. Often when the Hufflepuff players made some moves, Ravenclaw could quickly give the best countermeasures. .

"Looks like you didn't just peek at Hufflepuff training," Scott said to Eddie.

Even the formations prepared by the opponent for this game have been figured out.

"Of course." Eddie was so proud that his nose was about to turn up.

The game continued, and after a while, the Hufflepuff players simply gave up their formation and began to play freely because they had been restrained by Ravenclaw's changing formation.

"This is better!"

In the stands, Eddie raised his fist.

Scott immediately understood that the reaction of the Hufflepuff players was also predicted by Ravenclaw's tactics.

When Hufflepuffs gave up their formations, Ravenclaws responded to them with well-trained regular formations.

In short, the game ended smoothly before noon, and Ravenclaw won.

Cho, Ravenclaw's Seeker, outwits Cedric with the help of two of his teammates and captures the Snitch.

Amidst the joyous singing and laughter, Scott, who was sitting in the stands, smiled. He was not surprised by this result.

With little difference in strength, it is obviously easier to win by investing more wisdom and making better preparations.

Scott was not part of the festivities, and after lunch, he still headed to the Room of Requirement for the rest of the day.

"Little Barty really escaped!"

Early Sunday morning, Rimbaud brought Scott the result of the previous incident.

"I was still a little uncertain at first." Rimbaud said to him, "Until last night, I saw old Barty punishing that house elf angrily!"

Scott stood on the elevated stone bridge in the morning mist, looking up at the hazy canyon below.

He raised his hand, let Rimbaud stand on his arm, and said to it: "That is to say, neither you nor the crow saw the scene of Little Barty's escape with his own eyes?"

Rimbaud nodded.

"But it's true!" it added, "I saw that poor house-elf spend the night looking for his young master near Crouch's!"

"That's good." Scott smiled.

"I don't understand. Are you sure Barty Jr. can find his master?" Rimbaud asked him.

"Of course I'm not sure." Scott said indifferently, "I'm just offering a possibility, as for the others, it's none of my business."

"But……"

Rimbaud looked up at Scott, as if he didn't quite understand his thoughts.

It asked again, "You said that you let little Barty out because you wanted him to help Voldemort regain some strength so that Voldemort and Medea could fight and reduce your own pressure, didn't you?"

"You're right." Scott nodded, "For Medea, I'm just a condiment, and Voldemort is a necessity."

"Then if Little Barty can't find Voldemort, wouldn't it be a waste of your...no, the efforts of the crows and me?" Rimbaud said unhappily, "Besides, your thoughts will also be shattered!"

"That's okay." Scott smiled again.

Rimbaud flapped his wings and flew onto Scott's shoulder, "Why do you say that? Didn't you say that you raised the difficulty for Medea because you were worried that Medea would be in trouble all the time? ?”

"I can only do this at most." Scott shrugged his shoulders, "If the Dark Lord can't rise again, he can only be reduced to Medea's food..."

He spread his hands, "What can I do?"

Rimbaud asked with some concern, "Don't you worry..."

"Worried about Medea trying to 'tame' my little tricks?" Scott turned to look at it.

Rimbaud nodded.

"It's useless to worry." Scott said with a smile, "I just don't want to be disturbed and distracted, so I want to push Voldemort to the front, which doesn't mean I can't handle Medea's attack." Small gesture."

For him, it was the best thing to do, and if it didn't work out, it wouldn't make life difficult.

While speaking, he turned and walked towards the auditorium.

"There are still more than two years before I graduate from Hogwarts. I have a hunch that this is probably the deadline given to me by Medea. She will not take more drastic measures before I graduate."

"She said that?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

"No," Scott replied, "but it's an unspoken thing."

"I have confidence."

He continued.

"Now that I have the best tutor and the best learning conditions, I believe that I will have the strength to protect myself before graduation."

(End of this chapter)