Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 368

"What do you think he should do?"

In the painting, Ravenclaw turned his head and asked Helena back, as if to test her.

"He should……"

Helena rolled her eyes a few times, but she couldn't come up with any ideas in a hurry.

Under Ravenclaw's gaze, she said nervously: "Maybe he should continue to have a good talk with Medea. Medea was unwilling to marry Gaunt in the first place, and this probably wasn't her idea... ..."

As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Scott watched the scene quietly.

He thought to himself, Helena in her girlhood was really a pure idiot.

Also listening to Helena's answer, Ravenclaw just smiled, patted her hand, and turned to look at Scott standing in front of the portrait.

"And you, my apprentice," she asked, "what are you going to do?"

Scott said helplessly: "I have no other choice, respected mentor."

Ravenclaw showed a gratified expression on his face, "It seems that you don't lack the courage to face it, even if the final opponent is likely to be Salazar."

"You know, I have no choice." Scott said more helplessly, "If there is another choice, I am of course willing to take the easier path."

Ravenclaw praised him again, "Although you had no other choice, you didn't panic because of it. This is your courage."

Scott said very calmly: "I'm just sober. I have no other way but to go all out, so extra emotions are unnecessary."

No need, we two Ravenclaws don't need to talk about courage.

"Don't worry, child, you still have time to grow up." Ravenclaw said again in a soothing tone, "Didn't Medea tell you once, asking you to help her after graduation."

Helena's eyes lit up when she heard the words, "That's right, this shows that until Scott graduated, the changes and twists that Medea pursued still couldn't reach the level she wanted."

Scott nodded and smiled at the girl in the painting, thanking her for pointing out this obvious conclusion.

"It's just my apprentice, you don't have time to learn and grow step by step."

Ravenclaw said to Scott somewhat seriously.

"I mean, I can't let you decide your own learning progress like before. I will change the teaching mode of passively answering questions, and actively instill more knowledge in you in the future study time."

"Thank you, mentor." Of course Scott had no objection.

He bowed slightly towards the portrait and solemnly thanked Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw in the painting said again: "This is not the teaching mode I like. This mode is just that I am instilling knowledge in you, and you will lack your own thinking process, which is not good for you."

Scott nodded in understanding, "I understand, mentor, I will try to think as much as possible about what you taught at other times."

Ravenclaw was also a little helpless, "Although it will be very hard for you, there is no way."

At this time, Helena showed empathy for Scott, like wearing a mask of pain.

She asked Ravenclaw, "Mother, is it possible for Scott to defeat Professor Slytherin if this continues?"

"How is it possible." Ravenclaw glanced at her, "Salazar, his fighting ability is second only to Godric, in short, he is stronger than me and Helga."

She said to Scott: "Growth does not happen overnight. The four of us all reached our peak after the age of 35. At that time, we were completely different from other wizards. You are still too young."

"Then what should we do?" Helena was dumbfounded.

"We can only enhance the child's ability to protect himself as much as possible," Ravenclaw said.

"How about..." Helena came up with an idea, "Let Scott go abroad to hide immediately after graduation, go to the farthest place, how about the East?"

"It doesn't make any sense," Ravenclaw commented.

Scott had some small turmoil when he heard the word "Oriental", but it quickly subsided.

Going to the East is meaningless as Ravenclaw said, and no one in the East will protect him now.

He might as well just stay in England, where at least he still has Dumbledore's thigh to hug.

"Then..." Helena asked a question that Scott also wanted to know, "Can the current Headmaster Dumbledore defeat Professor Slytherin?"

Ravenclaw smiled and said, "I don't know, of course, what I'm sure of is that Dumbledore was a wizard of the same level as us during our lifetime."

Very well, this sentence strengthened Scott's idea of ​​hugging his thigh.

With such thick thighs, it's not human not to hug them.

Of course, this is just Scott's inner self-entertainment at the moment.

Dumbledore said he would help him when he heard the prophecy.

Scott also understood that even so, he couldn't hide by Dumbledore's side all the time, and in the end he still needed to rely on himself.

By the time Scott left the Room of Requirement, it was well past curfew and the lights in the castle had been extinguished.

When he walked out of the corridor where the room of emergency was located, he found a door open in the distance in the corridor on the left, and a warm light was shining on the corridor floor.

Scott stopped in his tracks.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, a shadow appeared in the light shining on the floor.

Soon, Dumbledore in pajamas and nightcap appeared at the door and waved to Scott.

Scott walked up to Dumbledore and bowed his head to say hello, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Scott." Dumbledore turned and walked into the room, "Come in and have a chat with me, the old man."

Scott looked up at his pajamas covered with stars, and followed him through the door.

He found that the room was still the principal's office he was familiar with.

For a while, he wanted to ask Dumbledore how many doors there were in the principal's office.

"Come and sit down."

Dumbledore, who had already sat down, waved to Scott again.

This time he wasn't sitting behind his desk, but on the sofa in front of the window.

His phoenix was standing on a perch next to the sofa, sleeping with its head buried in its wings.

Scott went to sit on the sofa opposite Dumbledore, with a small tea table between them.

He looked up again at the portraits of the former headmaster on the wall not far away, and the portraits also seemed to be asleep.

Dumbledore didn't ask Scott what he wanted to drink this time, but shared a cup of hot cocoa with him on his own.

"It seems that you are looking for the portrait of Ms. Ravenclaw for help?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Yes." Scott nodded and took a sip from his cup.

Dumbledore also picked up the steaming cup and asked curiously, "What about the portrait of Ms. Ravenclaw?"

Scott answered honestly, "The Ravenclaw instructor said that she will change her teaching mode, from passively answering questions to actively instilling knowledge."

Dumbledore was not surprised by Scott's words.

As Scott guessed, he had expected Scott to be taught by Ravenclaw's portrait.

But judging from his unsurprised reaction when he heard Scott call Ravenclaw a mentor, the portrait of the old headmaster and Ravenclaw mentor should have also communicated.

Hearing Scott's answer, he just said with a smile: "In this way, there is probably no student who is more diligent than you in Hogwarts today."

"No." Scott is still self-aware, "Those guys who usually take the time converter to study in class and get all 12 certificates in the junior wizard level exam are much more diligent than me."

"Although I am the headmaster of this school, I don't advocate that kind of behavior." Dumbledore blinked playfully, "Obtaining 12 certificates is certainly excellent, but the kind of achievements that are exchanged for youth It just doesn’t look like a good deal to me.”

The old headmaster put on a chattering posture.

He continued: "Instead of overdrawing time with dangerous props like Time Converter, I hope that my students can find what they are really interested in for further study."

I have to say that Scott thought so too.

He plans to give up several advanced classes in the sixth grade in the second half of the year, such as astronomy, history of magic, herbal medicine, and protection of magical animals.

In this way, what he needs are Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Ancient Runes, Arithmetic Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He spoke his mind to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"We don't require students to take all the classes, and the professors also have requirements for the students' grades in the improvement class starting from the sixth grade."

He rambled on.

"Of course you should make some trade-offs. A smart and well-planned student like you needs more time for yourself."

Scott thanked him for the compliment, while still wondering why Dumbledore wanted to chat with him.

Just now he thought it was something important.

But it seemed that Dumbledore's letting him into the office was really just chatting, and he never talked about the prophecy in the following time.

After a cup of hot cocoa was finished, Scott said goodbye.

"Go, you should go back to your dormitory and have a good sleep." Dumbledore waved his hand, "It will be the same from now on, growth cannot depend on staying up late."

Scott froze when he heard the words.

Dumbledore was trying to persuade him not to squeeze his rest time too much because he was too anxious to become stronger.

Scott bowed lightly after thanking him again, turned and walked out of the principal's office.

When he walked to the corridor and turned his head again, the warm and bright door had disappeared, and the place where the original door had been turned into a rough stone wall.

Smiling silently, Scott walked towards the direction of the spiral staircase.

Still relying on magical perception to avoid the night watchman Filch and his cat, he returned to the dormitory smoothly.

"I don't know what Scott is doing again..."

Pushing open the bedroom door, I heard Eddie talking about his whereabouts.

"Good evening." Scott stood at the door and stretched, "Are you still awake?"

"Oh, Scott, we were talking about you just now." Eddie's voice came through the curtains of his bed.

"I heard it." Scott walked to his bed, took off his robe and shook it, and raised his hand to hang it on the hanger.

"Are you in love?" Luo Jie asked aloud.

"No." Scott said helplessly, "You still care about yourself, look at your ex-girlfriend."

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter came from both Eddie and Milton's bed curtains.

Recently, the change of Roger's ex-girlfriend Caccini has become more and more interesting.

Some time ago, although Roger was slapped by Caccini, he was not angry. Instead, because he was curious about Caccini's completely different changes, he paid more attention to her.

As a result, he was ridiculed again by Caccini in front of many people.

Playboy Roger loses face.

Now, that weak piano girl in the past has become the eldest sister of Hufflepuff College, and she is very popular among girls. Not only has she overwhelmed Cedric in the limelight, she has also harvested a group of fans.

Roger's ex-girlfriend, Ms. Mir who once looked at Roger and Caccini with resentment, is now also in Caccini's arms.

"Oh..." Roger wailed in pain, "Stop talking, I don't dare to provoke her anymore, and now I hide away when I see her."

"Oh poor Roger, you've got a girl you can't handle too." Eddie laughed gloatingly.

Roger made a stubborn voice, "At least I got rid of her once."

Hearing his words forcibly saving face, Scott and the three of them laughed at the same time, and the dormitory was filled with joyful air.

When Scott returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, the other three were still talking about Caccini.

"Cacchini has already become a reserve member of the Weird Sisters," Milton said. "She may be the first real female member of the Weird Sisters."

"But she's looking more and more like a boy now." Eddie said cheerfully. "A while ago, her hair was just colorful short hair. Recently, her hair has been so short that she can see her scalp."

And Roger never said a word.

It wasn't until Scott put on the bed curtain and lay down in his own bed that he heard him muttering: "There must be a reason. A person cannot change like that for no reason."

Of course Scott and the others knew that Roger's words were correct.

But it's also nonsense.

"Anyone can see there's a reason," Eddie said, "but no one knows the reason."

His tone was full of regret, and he sighed because his gossip desire was not satisfied.

"You said..." Roger asked hesitantly, "Is it because of me that she..."

"No." Scott said firmly.

"No." Milton said calmly.

"No." Eddie said coldly.

Scott, of course, is sure not to be.

After all, when Caccini changed, it had been months since she and Roger broke up, and a long time since Scott stared in Roger's face and met her.

Hearing the negative answers from the three roommates one after another, Roger fell into complete silence.

After a while, there was a deliberate snoring sound from his bed curtain.

"Don't worry, brother." Eddie said confidently, "I, Eddie Mitchell will figure out the reason. Hogwarts has no secrets that I, Eddie Mitchell, can't dig out!"

"..."

Scott fell asleep smiling.

Back in the dormitory, he chatted and laughed for a while, which relieved his tense emotions and made him feel much better.

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