Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 454

After saying goodbye to Cedric, Scott went to the Room of Requirement alone.

Walking into the study, he heard the regretful voice of the girl Helena in the painting.

"What a pity, Scott!"

Scott walked to the painting where Helena was, "Why is it a pity?"

In the painting, Helena is lazily sitting sideways on a large soft-looking chair, propping her chin with her hands.

"I mean the Triwizard Tournament." She curled her lips, "You haven't turned 17 yet, so you can't become a Hogwarts warrior."

Scott smiled, "That's not a good idea."

"Oh?" Helena sat up straight, staring at Scott outside the screen, "Is there any way for you to bypass the 17-year-old age limit? Do you use aging agents?"

Scott shook his head, "Aging agents? Of course not."

"Then what can you do?" Helena asked very curiously.

"I don't know." Scott said confidently.

Helena was a little angry when she heard this, "Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not," Scott said. "If the organizers were going to just shove underage students based on their profiles, I wouldn't stand a chance. But I guess they wouldn't do that."

"You know the Goblet of Fire?"

Another voice, similar to the girl in the painting but more mature, sounded.

The ghost Helena suddenly appeared in the study.

Scott turned around, "Although centuries have passed since the last Triwizard Tournament, if you look for it with your heart, you can still find some written records."

"What Goblet of Fire?" asked the girl Helena in the painting.

Before the ghost Helena opened this study room, the magic portrait in the room had been in an "inactive" state, so she didn't know about the Goblet of Fire.

"The Goblet of Fire is..."

The ghost Helena explains the Goblet of Fire to a portrait of herself as a girl.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Scott again, "The Goblet of Fire will select the most suitable students to become warriors, but the first thing you need to do is to successfully put your name into it, which is not something that can be easily done."

Scott just said: "Whether it is magic or alchemy items, there must be a way to crack it. Although I don't know how to put the name in it yet, there will always be a way."

"Hmph, you're really confident." The girl Helena in the painting said, "I hope you don't screw up when the time comes."

The ghost Helena just smiled, "It's a pity that this year's Triwizard Tournament is not held at Hogwarts. I am looking forward to your performance, Scott."

The girl in the painting asked her, "Do you think so much about him?"

The ghost Helena smiled slightly, "Of course, Scott is one of the best students in Ravenclaw College. Not only that, he is also my mother's apprentice."

"Well, for mother's sake." The girl in the painting glanced at Scott, "I hope you don't embarrass mother and Ravenclaw College."

"hope so."

Scott smiled, then entered the inner room.

"You want to compete in the Triwizard Tournament as a champion?" asks the Ravenclaw mentor in the painting.

"Yes." Scott replied.

Ravenclaw nodded slightly, "Are you ready?"

"I already have some ideas." Scott replied again, "I originally wanted to wait until the magic enhancement potion was made before trying it."

However, it takes half a year to make the enchantment potion, and it seems that it will not be able to catch up with the opening of the Triwizard Tournament.

So Scott is going to try the low-profile version first.

In other words, there is no need to take one step at a time.

Anyway, with his current Transfiguration level, even the low-end version will have simple intelligence and independent fighting ability, but it cannot become a regular partner like Rimbaud.

He told Ravenclaw, "In terms of transfiguration, in addition to the fire element that I have already tried, I also plan to make three commonly used 'summoned beasts' of water, earth, and wind to help me fight."

"Four elements?" Ravenclaw nodded, "I have already taught you the relevant magic text circuit, I believe you can complete your own ideas."

Scott said respectfully: "But I still have an idea, I don't have much confidence, and I want your guidance."

Ravenclaw suddenly became a little interested, "Let's hear it."

"I named this set of rune circuits [Ice Ocean Starry Sky Fantasy]." Scott took out the sailor astrolabe with one hand, "The rune circuits obtained from the sailor astrolabe seem a bit too complicated."

With his other hand he drew his wand and waved it through the air.

The magic power shone in the air, turning into golden filaments, forming a set of extraordinarily complicated rune circuits.

Scott was a little fascinated looking at the complicated patterns he displayed with magic power.

"I can only reproduce it, but I haven't understood it yet."

"What do you want out of it?" Ravenclaw asked.

Scott said: "I think, if I can gain some ability to manipulate illusions by analyzing this set of rune circuits, then my battles will become much more flexible."

"I see."

In the painting, Ravenclaw stared at the set of rune circuits with great interest.

After a while, she spoke again, "I have understood it. I have to say that this set of rune circuits is very delicate, and it is a type that even I have never tried before."

Scott looked at her expectantly.

Ravenclaw shook his head, "Your idea is very good, but it is too difficult to realize it."

"Please explain."

"This set of rune circuits is to realize the specific illusion you see, and most of the runes exist to show those things in the illusion."

Scott was a little disappointed when he heard this.

He has understood.

He had to learn most of the ancient runes to an extremely deep level, and randomly combined them with the part of runes in this group of runes that realized illusions, so that he could create different illusions as he wanted.

But this is too complicated.

As long as there is a mistake in the rune, the illusion will become very fake.

Unless his brain becomes a supercomputer or something.

But the disappointment was short-lived, and Scott quickly put aside this mentality and regained his strength.

He said: "Even so, my idea is still of great research value. Even if I only reserve a few simple illusions, it is still a great harvest."

For example, the pure black illusion can be used as a blinding method, and it must also achieve good results in battle.

For example, if you make a crow illusion and combine it with a real crow, you can also play some tricks.

Of course, there are many other interesting uses.

Scott's mind was wide open for a while.

"It seems that your brain has not stopped functioning." Ravenclaw smiled slightly, "Then, let's start targeted teaching now, and when you understand this set of rune circuits thoroughly, you can try to create a simpler illusion by yourself .”

Scott sat down energetically and took out his pen and notebook.

No matter how many interesting ideas pop up in his head, they must be studied honestly before they can be realized.

It wasn't until dinner time that Scott, a little dizzy from studying, left the Room of Requirement.

Scott, who didn't eat lunch, ate a big meal to fill his stomach.

After dinner, he came to Professor Flitwick's office again.

"Please sit down."

Professor Flitwick grading student work.

Scott sat down on the sofa by his desk.

Professor Flitwick put the quill in his inkwell.

Then, the wooden office chair under his butt moved.

The four legs of the chair moved nimbly, so that he faced Scott.

At the same time, the teapot and cups on the table began to move on their own, pouring hot tea for Scott and himself.

Professor Flitwick picked up his teacup, "I asked you to come here to talk about the Triwizard Tournament."

"I already know something about the Goblet of Fire," Scott said.

"Oh! Sure enough! You have ideas about becoming a warrior! Don't you?" Professor Flitwick was a little excited, "Yes! Of course I would like to see a warrior from Ravenclaw College represent Hogwarts !"

Scott laughed, "Since you have said so, it seems that even if I have not reached the required age, I still have a chance, so I will work hard."

Professor Flitwick said, "Oh, to be fair, I can't tell you much. But I do want to tell you that the rules around age aren't without ways to get over them."

"Thank you for telling me this."

"Of course, of course, I can't say more. The rest depends on your own performance."

In this way, Scott bid farewell to Professor Flitwick in a happy mood.

"Except your weapons!"

When walking through several corridors, a red light flashed around the corner.

A wand flew over, and Scott reached out to catch it.

Scott casually sensed the wand in his hand and walked around the corner.

"Hawthorn wood, usually paired with unicorn hair, is suitable for wizards with complex natures. It seems that this is your wand, Malfoy."

He smiled slightly, and waved his wand at the little Malfoy who was confronting Harry and the others.

The three of Harry pointed their wands at Malfoy and his followers at this moment, and even Hermione, who was always calmer than Harry and Ron, looked like a furious lioness at this moment.

Malfoy's two burly followers were pointing their wands at Harry and the others, but they turned around when they heard Scott speak.

But the moment they saw the person coming, their expressions changed, and they quickly put down their hands holding the wands.

Young Malfoy's companion, Parkinson, was less frightened than they were.

"Give Draco your wand back, Trollope," she said.

"Don't give it to him, Scott," said Ron immediately. "The bastard, he must be punished!"

Scott stood still.

"What happened?" he asked.

"We've heard him rant," said Hermione.

Harry gritted his teeth, "They're insulting Dumbledore! Everyone knows that those in the newspapers are damn rumors!"

"Who knows?"

Malfoy suddenly sneered.

He looked haggard and thin, but his eyes were bright.

Originally, he was a little afraid of Scott's arrival, but suddenly he didn't care.

He raised his chin with his usual arrogance on his face, "Do you know Dumbledore well?"

"Of course!" Ron replied without thinking, "Everyone admits that Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century!"

Little Malfoy smiled disdainfully, "Of course, I know. Weasley, your whole family can't wait to kneel down and lick Dumbledore's toes."

Ron's cheeks flushed with anger, his nostrils dilated and shrunk.

Harry suddenly laughed, "You describe it very vividly, Draco, it seems that your whole family has knelt down and licked Voldemort's dirty toes! Oh, I remember he didn't wear shoes!"

At this moment, Malfoy's pale face flushed with anger.

"Oh, and you!" Ron was proud, "Gol, Crabbe, Parkinson, you should all have licked it!"

"Okay, all stop."

Before the two sides could not help but shoot, Scott stopped them.

"As long as I'm here, you won't be able to fight." He took the initiative to throw Malfoy's wand to him. "Although I won't take the initiative, I can stop you. You know, I can do it."

The gloomy little Malfoy reached out to take the wand, turned and left without saying a word.

Gore, Crabbe, and Parkinson quickly followed behind him.

Looking at the backs of the four people, Ron deliberately said loudly: "Oh! Scott! You should teach them a lesson!"

Scott shrugged, "No, I still want to go to Beauxbatons."

"Okay." Ron slumped his shoulders, "If Professor McGonagall finds out, you won't be able to go."

"What about you?" Scott didn't mention the conflict just now, "Have you collected all your recommendation books?"

The three shook their heads in disappointment.

"Professor McGonagall said that opportunities will still be given to senior students." Hermione said a little unconvinced.

"It's okay not to go." Harry said, "I don't really want to meet many strangers who are curious about me. They will be curious about the scar on my head and look at me like visiting a zoo."

"Oh, sorry, I was..." Ron touched his nose awkwardly.

"It's nothing, I can accept it if you're the only one." Harry laughed, "But there are always too many curious people."

Scott could see that Harry was insincere.

After all, who in Hogwarts doesn't want to go to Beauxbatons to watch the excitement?

But Scott didn't debunk his self-consolation either.

"You don't have to be too sorry." He said a message, "At that time, I will be in charge of the live broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament, and Fred and George will be in charge of the Hogwarts part."

"Live broadcast?" Harry's eyes widened.

Hermione also said in surprise: "How is it possible? Hogwarts can't use TVs!"

Only Ron didn't understand, so, "What is a live broadcast?"

"Anyway, I made a device that can broadcast live remotely. If you want to know more about it, you can ask Fred and George."

Scott didn't explain much, waved his hand and left.

Maybe it's time to connect with new friends.

Back in the dormitory, he took out the [Book of Prometheus] and sent a letter to his new friend Lucio in Beauxbatons, telling him that he would follow the Hogwarts delegation to Buxbatons on the last day of October. News of Sparton's visit.

Lucio's reply was quick.

[Oh, welcome to Beauxbatons, Scott!I have a new alchemy work to share with you!You'll be amazed when the time comes, I promise! ]
Lucio doesn't seem to care much about the Triwizard Tournament, and his mind is still full of alchemy.

　Happy New Year, Happy New Year to everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)