Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 370
"go in."

With his wand in one hand, Scott pushed the door wide open with the other.

The sound of the piano became clearer.

Scott glanced back at Roger and walked straight into the activity room.

The activity room of the classical music club is very tall and spacious, and different musical instruments and seats, large and small, are randomly piled up everywhere in the room, which looks a bit messy.

creak.

Behind him, the door to the activity room was closed.

Scott turned his head and glanced, it was Roger who closed the door.

[How did you come in? ]

Scott asked with his eyes.

[I don't think we need guards. ]
Roger answered with eyes.

Scott gave him another scornful look.

He also didn't care whether Roger turned his head and walked towards the place where the piano sound was because he was afraid of the terrifying atmosphere of the row of abandoned dungeons outside the door.

Scott and his group of four shuttled through the seats, music stand, and various musical instruments, and saw the piano located in the innermost part of the activity room.

It was a huge black piano, its lustrous surface gleaming in the light of a dozen candles in a sconce.

Caccini was wearing a black men's dress and sitting in front of the piano, playing smoothly on the keys with both hands.

The beautiful sound of the piano flows like flowing water.

Scott just glanced at Caccini who was playing the piano, and his eyes were fixed on Miss Graplan standing next to the piano.

The teaching assistant was leaning on the piano, her slender legs in leggings and knee boots were stretched out.

She held a pipe in her hand, and was puffing away.

Seeing the arrival of Scott and the others, a warm smile bloomed on her round face, and she waved her hand casually.

Then, she made a silent gesture to the four boys.

Scott nodded.

He and his roommates stood there without moving, quietly listening to Caccini's performance.

Caccini closed his eyes slightly, his expression was calm, and his body swayed gently with the music.

Until the sound of the tinkling piano stopped, Caccini raised his hands, and his movements remained unchanged for a while.

After a while, she finally opened her eyes.

"How about it?"

Her original calm expression instantly changed to what Scott and the others saw during the day, like a naughty boy.

She stood up, gently closed the piano cover, and stared at Milton among the four boys.

"I wrote it myself," she said, laughing. "What do you think, Milton?"

"This is the most beautiful new song I've heard this year." Milton praised sincerely.

"Yes, this is also my most satisfying work." Caccini said without humility, "Its name is "Caccini."

"It sounds good, Caccini!" Graplan, who was still leaning on the piano, applauded softly.

Caccini thanked her and asked Smilton, "What do you think, Milton."

"Is it called "Caccini"?" Milton took a step forward. "This piece is about the old Caccini."

The cheerful smile on Caccini's face paused, and soon became natural again.

"Yes, Caccini once." She walked to Graplan's side and also leaned on the piano, "I'm so glad you can hear it, Milton, it's really you."

Milton looked at her straight, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

"I want to thank you, Milton," Caccini said. "If it weren't for your great musical talent, how could I have composed such a piece?"

"Thanks for the compliment," Milton said.

Caccini laughed for a long time before continuing: "Aren't you being modest, or saying something to praise me for my musical talent?"

Milton was silent.

"Okay, okay." Caccini shook his head with a smile, "It's not hard for you, we all know how good your original talent is, but I would never be able to write a song of this level."

Milton remained silent, as if acquiescing to Caccini's words.

In this regard, everyone present except Miss Graplan was a little surprised, and everyone else looked as usual.

Milton is very serious about music and will never say anything against his will.

"I like your musical talent very much." Caccini walked up to Milton and said to him, "It allows me to express myself more freely. I have to say, this feeling is really good."

Milton nodded.

Caccini laughed again.

"But that's it." She said with a sigh, "For me in the past, music was the most important thing; but for me now, strength is the most important thing."

As she spoke, she put her hand on Milton's shoulder again.

Milton shook his shoulders, but didn't shake off her hand, and then let it go.

"Hey, Milton." Caccini leaned into Milton's ear again, "Do you want to change it back? We all regret trading with Ms. Slytherin, don't we?"

Her "whisper" this time did not lower her voice so that everyone could hear it.

"Moreover, I found that my talent can only be better played by myself." She continued, "Like music, it took me a lot of time to complete a song, but you used to write songs that are not lost to A good tune from Caccini."

She whispered too much into Milton's ear, but this time Milton's reaction was a little stronger. He took several steps back quickly and completely got rid of Caccini's hand.

Milton has always resisted anyone approaching him, even Scott and his friends, the most intimate action is just to pat him on the shoulder.

That's why Scott says he's asexual.

"If it can be changed back." Milton said to Caccini, who was a little stunned, "I promise to change it back. Do you have a way to change it back?"

Caccini put away her astonished expression and turned to look at Graplan behind her.

The four boys followed his gaze to Graplan.

"Don't be so serious," Graplan said with a smile.

The smile on her face still has a strong affinity.

She strode over to Caccini and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Isn't magic bad?" she asked Milton. "With superimposed magical talents, you can become a more powerful wizard than the original you."

Milton, who was a little shorter than her, looked up at her.

He said, "It's not that important to be a powerful wizard, Miss Graplan."

"It seems that you really want to switch back." Graplan stared into Milton's eyes, "Then switch."

At this moment, Scott couldn't help but speak.

"Are you sure you can do something like this, Miss Graplan," he asked calmly.

"Oh, Scott." Graplan looked at Scott, "What do you think, you've been observing me since just now, do you think I'm like a dark wizard hiding in Hogwarts?"

Scott didn't answer her question.

He just stared at her, waiting for her to answer his question.

"Oh well, you asked me if I can do it, if I can change the talents of these two little wizards back." She took another deep breath on the pipe in her hand, "Of course, of course I can't do it, but Someone can do it."

Just as Scott was about to say Medea's name, Graplan quickly said, "I'm not talking about Ms. Slytherin."

(End of this chapter)