Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 372

"Cacchini is not a member of the Union of Scholars, you should know, she is not qualified," Graplan said.

No, I don't know, Scott thought.

Does anyone know what the criteria for recruiting these people is?
"But one of her relatives was," added Graplan quickly.

Scott looked at Graplan suspiciously, "Then let her relatives earn enough credits to fulfill her wish."

"He's dead." Graplan shrugged.

"..."

At this moment, Scott wanted to ask, what does all this have to do with me?

"Cacchini got some of the credits left by that person, but that's not enough to exchange for what she wants." Graplan glanced at Milton again while speaking, "That boy also doesn't meet the admission criteria of the Scholars Union."

After that, she looked at Scott with a smile.

"If it's you, you should be able to redeem some credits." She said in a bewitching tone, "In this way, the wishes of those two children can be fulfilled."

Scott also turned to look at Milton.

Milton, who was standing ten steps away, was looking at this side nervously, holding his wand in his hand.

Catching Scott's sight, he quickly shook his head at Scott.

Scott read his eyes.

[Please don't promise her any conditions because of me! ]

This is what Milton is eager to express.

"That kid is your good friend, right? He's worried about you." Graplan continued, "Don't you want your good friend to fulfill his wish?"

Scott withdrew his gaze and looked back at Graplan.

He grinned suddenly, "Miss Graplan, do you think I'm a selfless fellow?"

"But he's one of your best friends," Graplan said. "And Caccini's ex-boyfriend, the tall boy over there, is also your good friend. He's a little sorry for her."

"What's none of my business?" Scott said flatly.

At times like this, even if he cared about his friend, he wouldn't let Graplan see it.

Graplan stared at him for a moment, as if wanting to confirm the truth of what he said.

Although he didn't notice any signs of the other party's Dementia, Scott had already run Occlumency out of precaution.

In Scott's calm eyes, Graplan looked helpless and could only compromise.

She said to Scott with a very sad face: "Well, as long as you join the Scholars Union, I can make up some credits for Caccini, so that the two children can get back their own talents!"

"No rush." ​​Scott was still unmoved.

He reached out and handed the parchment back to Graplan.

"I think I still need time to think about it," he said.

Graplan stared at him for a few seconds, then reached for the parchment.

She took a deep drag on her signature sage cigarette into the pipe, and exhaled slowly.

"No problem," she said, "I can give you time to think about it."

Scott smiled with satisfaction, and said to her: "Since Professor Dumbledore knows your identity, he should also know about the so-called Scholars' Union."

"Of course." Graplan said affirmatively.

Scott asked her deliberately, "So Professor Dumbledore is a member of the League of Scholars? Probably, after all, he is the greatest wizard of this century. Maybe he is a wizard who has won the title of [University Scholar]?"

"No." The friendly smile on Graplan's face became a bit far-fetched, "Unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore is not one of us."

Seeing the disappointed expression on Scott's face, she quickly explained: "Professor Dumbledore is great, but he has been active in the front line against dark wizards all year round, and he is not a pure scholar."

Scott asked again, "What about Professor Flitwick? Professor Babling? Professor Victor? They are all scholar-type wizards who will not participate in politics, or you can tell me directly that Hogwarts except Miss Graplan, are there any other professors who have joined the Scholars Union?"

"Unfortunately, it's just me." Graplan said a little discouraged.

Scott said in a puzzled tone: "Don't tell me, these professors don't meet the recruitment criteria of the Scholars Union."

Without waiting for Graplan to speak again, he spoke again, "I will seek advice from the professors on this matter, and I will give you an answer in the next Protection of Magical Creatures class."

As he spoke, he flicked his wand to dispel the spell of soundproofing.

"Good night, Miss Graplan."

Then he turned to greet his three roommates.

"We should go."

The three roommates immediately ran to his side quickly, looking at Graplan with some wariness.

Graplan simply waved them goodbye, "Good night, boys."

Scott took one last look at Caccini, who was standing on the other side, and walked out of the activity room first.

In the darkness, no one spoke.

Under the leadership of Scott, the four of them passed through the corridor smoothly and came to the upper floor of the castle.

"Huh, it finally came out." Eddie patted his chest and said in a low voice, "Even if I just passed by Snape's office, I was still so nervous that my heart was about to jump out."

Milton also spoke to Scott, "Scott..."

"Don't talk yet." Scott raised his hand to stop him, "We'll talk when we get back to the dormitory."

Milton nodded.

Scott led them around the castle several times, successfully avoiding Mrs. Norris, who didn't sleep at night, and Peeves, who didn't need to sleep at all, and returned to the bedroom on the Ravenclaw tower.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, Eddie couldn't wait to say: "Scott, quickly, tell us quickly, what did Miss Graplan tell you?"

Scott took off his robe and hung it on a hanger, then sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks.

"Hurry up, brother!" Eddie, who couldn't wait, urged again.

"Scott, you didn't agree to any conditions, did you?" Milton also asked worriedly, "I think we'd better not believe the words of Caccini and Miss Graplan."

Roger also said: "We should tell Professor Flitwick what happened tonight. Our teaching assistant for the protection of magical animals, Miss Graplan, is a little abnormal. Maybe Caccini was also deceived by her."

Scott listened to their conversation, slowly changed into pajamas, and after lying down under the covers, he opened his mouth and repeated the conversation between himself and Graplan.

After listening to his words, the bedroom fell into a brief silence.

After a while, it was Eddie who spoke first again.

"Do you think what she said is true?" He asked in a strange tone, "There is still such a huge and ancient magic association in the magic world?"

Roger said, "I think she's talking nonsense. I've never heard of the Scholars Union, Milton. How about you?"

Milton said: "I haven't heard of it either, but I think it should be true. After all, Miss Graplan told Scott that Professor Dumbledore also knew about this organization."

"Okay." Roger said, "Even if it's true, but neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Flitwick joined them, which shows that this organization is not as good as she said."

"Scott, you'd better reject her directly. Even if what she said is true, I think you'd better not join any organization." Eddie also didn't approve of Scott joining the Scholars Union.

Without waiting for others to ask why, he took the initiative to express his thoughts, "If what she said is true, how terrible would the so-called League of Scholars be? That organization keeps recruiting wizards who are called geniuses, and gathers all of them. Is the achievement of wisdom really just for the inheritance of wizard civilization?"

Roger also said: "Although I don't think most wizards will easily come up with their own original knowledge, there are always wizards who will encounter problems that they cannot solve by themselves. After they have such a channel, they will not be able to resist. Redeem the so-called credits."

Eddie answered, "Knowledge is money and power. Just the accumulation of the wisdom of some people is enough to create a huge force that is much deeper than a pure-blood family."

Roger said in an amazed tone: "It's okay if the Scholar's Union is really just an academic exchange organization. If the wizard in charge of this organization has ambitions, then the power it possesses may overturn the world."

Listening to the two people's increasingly outrageous guesses, Scott quickly interrupted their terrible associations.

"It's not that serious," he said. "I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore about it. Let me hear what our headmaster has to say first."

Unexpectedly, Scott received a letter from Dumbledore early the next morning.

In the letter, an invitation letter for afternoon tea was written in unique cursive characters with circles connecting circles.

"Afternoon tea?" Roger glanced at the invitation letter in Scott's hand, "There is a Potions class this afternoon."

"Of course after that Potions class." Scott took the invitation.

After a potions class in the afternoon, Scott came to the principal's office to make an appointment.

Dumbledore prepared another pile of various desserts.

"Come and sit down, Scott." He greeted Scott warmly, "I can't wait, tasting delicious food always makes people happy."

Scott thanked him and took his seat.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I knew you would want to come and talk to me, so I invited you first."

Scott was not surprised by his words.

Even if Dumbledore failed to monitor what happened last night in real time, the portraits all over the castle would tell him what happened last night.

"Yes, I want to talk to you," he said, "about Miss Graplan."

"Oh, eat quickly." Dumbledore picked up a knife and fork to divide the small cakes on the plate, and greeted Scott at the same time.

After taking a big bite of the sweet and greasy cream cake, he squinted his eyes contentedly.

He said to Scott: "Miss Graplan, you already know her identity, don't you? I remember that Ms. Gray came to ask me, and you asked her."

"Yes." Scott bowed his head and took a sip from his teacup. "Because Ms. Gray said that you know Miss Graplan's true identity, I didn't pay any attention to it."

"Oh, I see, thank you for your trust, Scott." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"You're welcome, you are always trustworthy, Professor Dumbledore," Scott said.

"Thank you for your compliment, I remember you liked this one better." Dumbledore waved his hand, and several meaty beef patties jumped onto the plate in front of Scott.

"It appears that Miss Graplan has invited you?" he asked.

"Yes, a magical association she calls the Scholar's Union." Scott said, "Although her introduction sounds good, I find it strange that no one from the Hogwarts professors joins that association." organize."

After finishing speaking, he took a bite of the delicious and meaty beef patty, waiting for Dumbledore's explanation.

"The Scholars' Union is indeed an ancient magical association." Dumbledore said, "I still remember when I was a student, someone invited me to join them."

Scott, who was chewing on a beef patty, looked at him in surprise.

Dumbledore seemed lost in memory.

"I asked the wizard who invited me, since the League of Scholars has accumulated incredible knowledge, why not use this knowledge as power for greater good? The wizard immediately regretted inviting me."

Having said that, he smiled to himself.

"He told me that the existence of the League of Scholars is to ensure the continuation of the wizarding civilization. Unless the wizarding civilization is on the verge of extinction, they will not participate in any form of struggle."

Scott swallowed the food in his mouth and asked curiously, "Do you think he's telling the truth?"

"I don't think he's lying," said Dumbledore. "I also think that what the gentleman said can only represent his own thoughts."

You see, Scott thought, there's no guarantee that everyone in an organization is on the same page.

Dumbledore said again: "The League of Scholars closed the door to me, but the inviter did not. He became my teacher and friend and gave me a lot of help. You should have heard his name, Nicole May .”

"The most famous alchemist in modern times." Scott opened his eyes wide. "I didn't expect that he was also a member of the Scholars' Union. His lifespan is longer than the history of the Scholars' Union. Could it be..."

Dumbledore denied his speculation, "Nick is not the founder of the League of Scholars, he doesn't have much interest in reviving ancient magic."

Scott nodded in understanding.

It seems that because the famous alchemist joined after the Scholar's Union did not limit the research direction of members.

"The Knowledge Bank," he said. "Is the so-called Knowledge Bank the work of Nicolas Flamel?"

Dumbledore nodded, and he said with a smile: "Nick told me that although he was cooperating with others, that large magic device is a work that he is more proud of than the Philosopher's Stone."

Hearing him say this made Scott even more curious about the so-called [knowledge bank].

"As for the other professors at Hogwarts." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know if they have received invitations, maybe everyone has declined."

Scott felt that this answer was not very reliable. How could everyone refuse the invitation?It is reasonable to say that they have not received an invitation.

He said directly to Dumbledore: "I need your advice on this matter, Professor."

(End of this chapter)