Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 392

Scott sat on the stool, watching the wizard who threatened him maliciously turn away.

After a long time, he turned his head and watched Milton's father walking towards him.

Out of politeness, he stood up and greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Graves."

"Hello."

With a gentle smile on his face, Mr. Graves sat directly on the stool next to him.

"Is your name Scott? Sit down."

He put on a very friendly look.

"Yes."

Scott complied and sat down.

Mr. Graves added: "Milton often talks about you in front of me. You are very good friends, aren't you?"

"That's right, Milton is my good friend." Scott replied while giving him a surprised look.

"Of course," Mr. Graves explained. "I mean in the old days, Milton used to talk about you a lot."

Scott is a little confused.

He didn't understand why Mr. Graves came over to tell him this, so he smiled awkwardly.

As if Mr. Graves didn't notice Scott's embarrassment, he asked in a concerned tone, "Are you okay? It was Amycus Carlo who was talking to you just now, and he is the defendant Elijah Carlo Uncle."

"I'm fine." Scott replied, "This is the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Dumbledore is here. He dare not do anything to me."

Mr. Graves nodded. "That's good."

He turned sideways, got closer, and told Scott in a low voice, "Amycus Carlo and Alecto Carlo, the witch who was kicked out by Minister Fudge before, are twins. Death Eaters who later relied on fabricating lies to avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban."

After saying this, he sat upright again, reached out and patted Scott on the shoulder, "I hope you will be careful, especially when you leave Hogwarts for vacation."

"Thank you for your reminder." Scott nodded slightly and said gratefully.

Mr. Graves added: "There was something strange about this trial, and even Minister Fudge didn't expect the second half to go as smoothly as it did."

Indeed, Scott thought, even though the trial was over and the Wizengamot had successfully convicted Elijah Caro, he still felt a little strange watching the whole process.

Although the other party refused to plead guilty and prepared some means, there was always a sense of anticlimactic and unfinished business.

and……

Carlo's accusations against him and Mr. B's confidently threatening letters, after arousing his curiosity, ended in nothing.

In short, Scott now has a bunch of questions that he can't figure out.

"Is Milton all right?"

Mr. Graves seemed to ask casually.

Scott came back to himself.

"He's fine." He said solemnly.

"That's all right." Mr. Graves laughed again.

At the moment, he looks like an ordinary father.

In this regard, Scott once again had doubts in his heart.

"He's got what he wants, hasn't he?" Mr. Graves lowered his voice extremely low, "Tell him for me, let him go the way he wants to go."

Before a surprised expression appeared on Scott's face, he patted Scott on the shoulder again, then stood up and left the auditorium.

Scott watched him walk up to Fudge, whispered to him, and quickly became part of the Wizengamot group.

Scott looked at the somewhat absurd scene below.

A total of fifty members of the Wizengamot were divided into three distinct gangs.

One group was headed by Fudge and Mr. Graves, one group was headed by Dumbledore and Burns, and the rest formed their own group.

Scott thought while observing these people.

Mr. Graves knows?Knowing that Milton has taken back his musical talent?

Scott can only think of one possibility—I am afraid that Medea, who once presided over the oath, has sensed it.

Also, the attitude of Mr. Graves...

It didn't seem like he was completely indifferent to Milton.

Recalling Milton's family misfortune, Scott guessed that there might be something hidden in it.

He was guessing wildly when Dumbledore stepped out of the crowd and waved at him.

Scott quickly stood up and ran all the way to Dumbledore.

"Professor," he asked, "are we going back?"

Dumbledore nodded and led him directly out of the courtroom.

After walking out of the courtroom, Dumbledore's Wizengamot costume changed again into a wizard robe with a star pattern.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked as he walked, "I just saw two gentlemen took the initiative to talk to you."

Scott moved closer to him, and whispered to Dumbledore what Amycus Carlo and Mr. Graves had said to him.

Dumbledore said: "Mr. Graves is right. The Carlo brothers and sisters are vicious Death Eaters, and they are now."

"I'll be careful," Scott said.

Dumbledore sighed softly.

"The current situation is not good." He said helplessly, "After the summer vacation, Felius will be responsible for sending you away, just like last summer vacation."

Scott responded.

He thought for a while and said to Dumbledore: "I heard that you rejected the post of Minister of Magic. I think maybe the current Ministry of Magic needs a minister like you."

Look what a mess the Ministry of Magic has become.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm old, and now there are not so many people who will support me as a minister."

Scott thought about the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, and understood that what Dumbledore said was true. Unless there was a real general election, it would be difficult to seek the post of Minister of Magic even with Dumbledore's prestige.

Seeing his silence, Dumbledore just smiled indifferently.

He also asked Scott with great interest, "What do you think of today's trial?"

Scott said truthfully, "It can be seen from this trial that the Ministry of Magic has been completely messed up, and it is almost impossible to assume its responsibilities."

"Yeah." Dumbledore sighed again, "Even a little wizard like you can see clearly..."

While talking, the two walked from the tenth floor to the ninth floor through the stairs, and then walked through the dark corridor to an elevator door.

After a while, the elevator door opened, and a grey-faced wizard walked in.

"Good morning, Albus." He stepped out of the elevator and greeted Dumbledore in a melancholy and deep tone, "Is today's trial over?"

Dumbledore said, "Hello, Bod. It's over."

Bode curiously asked about the result of the trial, and then said goodbye to Dumbledore.

Scott glanced back at him as he entered the elevator and saw that Mr. Bird was looking back at him too.

The two looked at each other, and Mr. Bode squeezed out a friendly smile with a sad look on his face.

The elevator doors closed.

Scott asked Dumbledore curiously, "Professor, who is that gentleman?"

Dumbledore said: "Broderick Bird, the Reticent Man who works in the Department of Mysteries."

Hearing the name, Scott's eyes flickered for a moment.

Broderick Bode?
Is it a coincidence?

Although this Mr. Bird is not in the courtroom, his name...

The elevator door opened, and Scott followed Dumbledore out of the elevator and back into the spacious foyer.

Dumbledore introduced Scott to the work of the Department of Mysteries as he walked.

"...no one ever knew what they were doing, their mission was top secret. The wizards who worked there were called the Reticents."

"Wizards have discovered that there is an innate magic that exists in a form that is obviously difficult to explain, and even more difficult, it can be said to be impossible to control. The Silencers will be responsible for exploring and experimenting with those mysterious powers."

On the way to the fireplace, Dumbledore deliberately whispered some secret news to him.

"The Department of Mysteries is divided into many rooms. The brain hall studies thinking, the death hall studies death, the time hall studies time, the planetary room studies starry sky, and the prophecy hall stores prophecies."

"There is also a special room there, which is always locked. There is a power in it, which is more miraculous and terrifying than death, human wisdom, and natural power."

"It's also perhaps the most mysterious of the many subjects to be studied in the Department of Mysteries. Many people have all the energy in that room, and some people don't have any. That energy is 'love.'"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he walked into the fireplace with a smile.

"Hogwarts headmaster's office."

The green flame rose, and Scott followed suit, returning to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"It's still a while before lunch."

Dumbledore went to sit behind the desk and beckoned to Scott.

"Sit down and have a cup of tea with me."

Scott sat down obediently, took a sip of the hot black tea that appeared in front of him.

Dumbledore said to him again in a chatty tone: "Do you have any thoughts on today's trial?"

Scott glanced at him first, then nodded.

"I suspect they... I mean Voldemort and the Death Eaters are planning a prison break," he said softly.

Dumbledore gestured for him to continue with an expression of interest on his face.

Scott didn't hide some of his conjectures, either.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the attacks that happened not long ago were done by Voldemort and the Death Eaters."

"I think, with a powerful enemy like Medea coveting his soul, it is impossible for Voldemort, who has not fully recovered his strength, to do such a thing just to bring panic to everyone."

"I don't know the exact reason, but I think he took the risk to do this kind of thing in order to regain his strength as soon as possible."

Dumbledore nodded repeatedly.

"A reasonable guess," he said.

Scott continued with his speculation.

"Judging from the results of today's trial, Medea's power has already gained the upper hand compared to the Death Eaters."

"But more and more loyal Death Eaters are in Azkaban now."

"If Voldemort succeeds in regaining his power, it is impossible to give up the power that belongs to him."

"As Death Eaters, the Carlo brothers and sisters probably didn't fight hard in the trial room because they already knew about Voldemort's plan to rob the prison."

Dumbledore nodded again.

This time he didn't comment on Scott's guess, but asked him directly.

"If it were you, how would you handle this?"

Scott thought for a while and replied, "Medea should be able to think of the possibilities I can think of."

He shook his head.

"Medea has lost the opportunity to defeat Voldemort before he fully regains his strength."

"In the absence of Voldemort, she should choose to keep an eye on Azkaban."

"If this continues, a war... a war belonging to both the Death Eaters and the All Witches will start in Azkaban."

Having said that, he finally got to the point.

"If it were me..." He looked up and looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, "This is an opportunity to wipe them out while both of them are hurting."

Seeing that Dumbledore hadn't spoken, he said again, "Besides, Azkaban is the most suitable battlefield, because there are no innocent people there."

With the looseness of the laws of the Ministry of Magic, ordinary crimes are not eligible to be sent to Azkaban, and those who can be sent there are the most vicious.

"What a child who can be ruthless!"

Before Dumbledore could speak, a rough voice came from the side.

"But I like it!"

Scott followed the prestige, and saw the bald wizard looking at him with admiration in the portrait on the wall.

It wasn't just him, all the former principals in the portrait were looking at him at this moment.

Of course, only part of them admired, and some disapproved expressions appeared on their faces.

But Scott didn't care about the eyes of these people.

Dumbledore asked his opinion, and he told the truth, nothing more.

On the premise that the old headmaster already knew his character, he didn't have to and couldn't pretend to be a kind and silly Baitian.

Dumbledore still didn't comment on Scott's thoughts.

He just remained silent for a while, and then chatted with Scott in a cheerful manner.

At least on the surface it looks cheerful.

Scott left the principal's office before lunch began.

He went straight to the auditorium and joined his roommates.

As soon as the three roommates saw him, they couldn't wait to drag him to an empty corner of the auditorium.

Eddie asked anxiously, "Scott, is the trial over? What's the result?"

"Has Carlo been sent to Azkaban?" Roger couldn't help asking.

"It's over." Scott replied with a smile, "Carlo was sentenced to life imprisonment!"

"Great!"

"He deserves it!"

Eddie and Roger both laughed.

Milton also said happily; "This way you don't have to worry about encountering this kind of thing again in the future."

Scott looked at Milton and remembered his conversation with Mr. Graves.

So he whispered to Milton about their conversation.

"Did he really say that?" Milton's expression was very complicated after hearing it, and he couldn't believe it.

Scott nodded.

Milton murmured, "So he still cares about me."

His eyes were red, and tears fell directly.

(End of this chapter)