Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 465 465. Scott Starts Brewing
The celebratory banquet began, and Scott ate half full before telling the others about the general situation of the second competition.

"A high-altitude race?"

"A race partner with a Pegasus?"

"cool!"

Everyone was surprised by the format of the game.

Especially Fred, his eyes were wide open, and his envy was beyond words.

"Oh, that's definitely a good game," he said. "How did I never think of this kind of play before?"

Roger's focus was on something else, "But they banned Scott's Animagus, it's not fair."

Scott shrugged. "They banned broomsticks, too."

"Beauxbatons is scared, they are afraid that you and Krum will use your strength to easily defeat Fleur!" Angelina said loudly.

Caccini also said: "This is their trick! After all, Furong's points are already behind!"

Their statement was agreed by everyone, and no one was very happy about it.

Ethan said calmly: "But Dumbledore has agreed to these conditions, and we cannot change them."

Cedric reminded everyone, "All we have to do now is help Scott with the brewing thing."

"Single malt whiskey." Fred looked at everyone, "Has anyone ever drunk that kind of wine? Do you know how to make it?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I've only ever had butter beer."

"Me too."

"Single malt whiskey, my dad drinks it a lot, but I don't know much about it."

"It never occurred to me to try winemaking."

Obviously, everyone present was very unfamiliar with wine making.

Angelina said anxiously: "What to do, no one seems to be able to help you with this matter."

"In this case, the only way is to ask for help."

Fred took out the [magic mirror] and tried to connect to George's [magic phone] by communication.

When George's face appeared in the mirror, Fred quickly explained the situation.

"Oh, leave this to me." George took over the task immediately, "We will definitely get the best wine-making formula."

"Then I'll leave it to you, George." Scott leaned over and said.

"Do not worry."

George made an "OK" gesture.

"By the way, Scott, your performance today was wonderful. This morning, Professor McGonagall allowed us to skip class, and everyone watched your game..."

"Is that Scott?"

While he was speaking, a bunch of heads came into the camera.

"Scott, you're awesome!"

"Your game..."

Everyone was talking to Scott with big smiles.

Scott had a few words with everyone.

Finally, George smiled and said: "Oh Scott, you can start designing your own signature style, now you have become the most popular person in Hogwarts, and the girls are all fascinated by you."

Scott decisively hung up the communication.

"Oh, are you shy, Scott?"

Roger, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder and teased him aloud.

"You are almost 17 years old, and you are about to become an adult. A sweet love is what you need most now."

"It's not something you should care about." Scott said angrily, "Mind yourself."

Roger said cheekily: "Oh, of course I can take care of myself, and all the pretty girls in Beauxbatons have a good time talking to me."

Caccini gave Roger a disgusted look, and said to Scott: "Oh Scott, before you know it, this guy already had two French girlfriends and broke up again, and now he is looking for a third one." .”

Scott looked at Roger with some surprise.

"If I remember correctly, we have only been in Beauxbatons for more than 20 days."

"No way, girls can't resist my charm."

Roger spread out his hands, with a smile on his face that he thought was charming.

Several girls present showed expressions of vomiting.

Caccini turned to Angelina and said, "Look, that's my ex-boyfriend. I suspect I was blind before."

Angelina laughed, "Maybe you've taken a love potion, Caccini."

Caccini said helplessly, "It must be a very powerful intoxicating potion, which made me dizzy."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Scott couldn't help feeling that Caccini had changed a lot.

After changing her image, she is much more free and easy than before, and she can even joke about the relationship between her and Roger without any scruples.

Roger couldn't help but said: "Oh, Caccini, I have to say, you are much more attractive now than before."

"Thank you." Caccini rolled his eyes, "but you have no chance."

Roger gave her a wink, "Who knows, of course, you'd better grow your hair long first, or whoever is with you will look gay..."

"Don't worry about it! Get lost!"

Caccini picked up a stiff baguette and threw it at Roger.

Roger quickly turned around and ran, Caccini raised his baguette and chased after him.

"Oh..." Angelina watched the two fight meaningfully, "Could it be..."

"Rekindling?" another girl continued.

"It's better... don't let it go..."

Angelina's expression looked like she had eaten a booger-flavored Bibi Bean.

"Oh, leave them alone, Angelina." Fred walked in front of her, bent over and stretched out his hand, "Christmas is coming soon, maybe, we can practice dancing in advance."

Angelina looked up at him, "You..."

She smiled, and put her hand in Fred's.

"Okay, good idea."

The two left the table holding hands.

"How did they go upstairs and where to dance?"

Someone asked in a daze.

Roger, who was avoiding Caccini's pursuit, took the time to answer, "I think they just need a corner where no one can see them, and they can complete their dance practice."

Everyone suddenly showed tacit expressions and laughed.

In a burst of laughter, the celebration party is over.

Early the next morning, Scott received another "paper" from George.

is their collection of single malt whiskey brewing methods.

After the "paper" came, George sent another newsletter.

"That's all we've collected," he said. "The rest is up to you."

Scott said: "Thank you for your hard work, these should be enough."

He doesn't have much faith in the brew, but he has faith in the game.

Even if his partner is not very cooperative, he feels that he can win the game.

George on the other end had already begun to give him advice, "Maybe you can trick the other two warriors and make their wine worse than yours."

Scott said with a smile: "Good idea, but it can't be done."

The wine-making wooden house is independent, and only he can go in, even if he wants to make trouble, he can't do it.

After finishing the newsletter, Scott took a look at George's collection of single malt whiskey brewing guides.

Brewing pure malt whiskey requires four major steps: malting, saccharification, fermentation, and distillation, and each step is very cumbersome.

"First the malting."

Fred and Roger also leaned over to have a look, talking at the same time.

"This step is divided into five processes, selection, wheat soaking, germination, drying, and root removal."

"The wheat is first selected to remove impurities and then soaked in hot water to germinate them. This process takes one to two weeks."

"The wheat is germinated and then dried, or smoked with peat."

"After they cool down and store them for a month, the germination process is considered complete."

"The last thing is to remove the roots."

Scott nodded, "Let's finish this step first, but it will take a lot of time."

"Think about it," said Roger, "what charms are needed to complete these processes."

Fred thought for a while, "Hmm... Hurricane Curse, Water Curse Curse, Fire Curse, Drying Curse, Cutting Curse?"

"I guess it's going to take some hands-on trials to be sure," Scott said.

"But the amount of wheat you have is fixed." Roger reminded, "If you spoil too much, you won't be able to brew enough finished product."

"This is also a difficult point." Scott said.

But no matter what, give it a try first.

"Let's go, I'll try."

Since he couldn't bring anything else into the woods, Scott could only memorize the steps in his head, then put his shapeshifting lizard skin bag in the bedroom, and went out with only his wand.

After leaving the tower, Fred and Roger accompanied him to the woods.

"Then I'll go first."

Scott waved his hand and walked towards the woods.

"I'll try."

Fred followed behind him.

Then, Scott watched him turn around a few times like a headless chicken, and walked out of the woods.

"I `m coming out?"

Fred, who returned to the woods, looked at where he was in surprise.

"Scott!" He bent down and picked up a branch, "you pull me!"

Scott shook his head, "Forget it, according to Mr. Jolly, the magic they set up will record our foul behavior."

"They're boring."

Fred threw away the branch in his hand with regret.

Scott waved again, turned and walked deeper into the woods.

When he came to the wooden house, he found that the other two warriors, Fleur and Krum, were already here.

Both of them were doing the same thing in front of the wooden house at the moment—trying to transfigure the cut trees and make wine-making tools.

"Good morning." Scott greeted, "Have you all learned how to brew?"

Fleur waved her magic wand, turning a piece of wood into a large wooden barrel.

"Winemaking, I don't know who came up with it. God knows how picky those horses are about the taste of single malt whiskey!"

She complained dissatisfied.

"I have a hunch that what we can get is not three tacit match partners at all, but three troublemakers!"

"You're not good at brewing, either?" Scott said. "It seems that the setting of this game is really fair."

"I've already said it!" Fu Rong glared at him unhappily.

Scott smiled and turned to look at Krum.

The world-class Quidditch star is cutting a wooden board with a cutting spell.

"And you, Viktor."

Krum turned to look at him, shook his head, "I'm not sure."

"I thought you would do some research on whiskey," Scott joked. "After all, it is said that Durmstrang is located in the cold northern Europe, and people living in cold regions like to drink whiskey."

Krum said seriously: "I don't drink, alcohol will affect my Quidditch career."

"That's a pity, we are all newbies."

Scott sighed and acted.

He took a few steps away, drew out his wand, cut down a big tree with a cutting spell, and then cleared the branches and leaves from the tree.

Subsequently, a wave of the wand transformed the entire trunk into a giant wooden barrel.

"I went first."

Letting the barrel float behind him, Scott pushed open the cabin door.

"Your wooden barrel is too big, there is no way to get in." Fu Rong commented behind him, "Also, the wheat cannot be taken out of the house."

"Shrink quickly."

Scott waved his wand.

"Use a spell on the object conjured by Transfiguration?" Fleur said again, "It will explode..."

Under her surprised eyes, the wooden barrel shrunk smoothly and was led into the door by Scott.

"Thanks for reminding."

Scott smiled friendly and walked into the house.

The door of the cabin closed automatically.

Immediately afterwards, Scott heard Fleur's cold snort.

Scott didn't care, he restored the size of the barrel, and turned to look at the pile of wheat on the floor.

"The first selection is to remove impurities..."

he muttered.

After thinking about it, he pushed open the window at the back of the cabin.

"Try this first." He waved his wand at the pile of wheat and cast a Hurricane Charm.

A small whirlwind appeared at the tip of the wand.

Scott controlled his magic power, bit by bit the whirlwind magnified and moved, rolling up part of the wheat grains.

"Next..."

He controlled the whirlwind to fly and spin, throwing the lighter impurities in the wheat out of the window.

After a while, seeing that there were no more impurities flying out, he controlled the whirlwind to roll the remaining wheat into the big wooden barrel.

"Um……"

Stop casting the spell, Scott walked to the big wooden barrel, bent down and grabbed a handful of wheat and looked at it in his hand.

It's fairly clean, but not completely clean.

There are still some not-so-good-looking grains in the wheat.

And if you want to brew enough delicious whiskey, you must carefully select the most grainy and plump wheat.

That's the first step.

Scott sprinkled the wheat in his hand into the barrel, and continued to use the Hurricane Charm to clean the remaining wheat.

But the project is not easy, it requires very fine manipulation of magic power, which is quite exhausting.

In the middle of the cleaning work, Scott thought of another way.

He walked to another corner of the cabin and waved his wand again.

"Armor protection."

He first arranged a magic barrier in front of himself.

then……

"Wheat is flying!"

After the Flying Charm was cast successfully, all the wheat, including the one in the barrel, flew towards him in one go.

The wheat hit the transparent magic barrier first, and then fell on the wooden floor.

Scott removed the magic barrier in front of him and looked around.

Sure enough, the sundries have been flown out.

He nodded in satisfaction, and used the Hurricane Curse to roll up the pile of impurities left in place and fly out of the window.

The next job is the real selection-picking out the wheat with full grains.

Scott thought and thought, but couldn't think of any way to use the spell to be lazy.

Can only use the Muggle way.

In this case, a sieve is a useful tool.

He carefully confirmed the size of the full grains of wheat, then pushed the door open and walked out of the house.

At this time, Fleur and Krum had also entered the house, and Scott couldn't find out how their work was done.

The wooden house was obviously magically set up, even if the windows were opened, it was impossible to see the inside from the outside.

Scott went to the woods, used a big branch to conjure a sieve, conjured a chair, and then re-entered the house with the sieve and chair.

Then there is the boring mechanical labor.

Scott sat on a chair, directed the wheat to fly into the sieve with his wand, and let the sieve swing automatically.

"what……"

When the wheat was sifted twice, Scott yawned and got up to check the finished product.

"Almost."

He grabbed a few handfuls with his hands to confirm that the selection was complete.

Next is soaking.

But you have to wash the wheat first.

Scott rolled up the sleeves of his robes and began waving his wand to create a stream of water.

……

At noon, Scott leaned out the window to look at the sun in the sky to determine the time, then looked at the wheat soaked in the barrel, put the lid on and walked out of the cabin.

Stretching for a while, he looked at the other two rooms. Fleur and Krum still didn't come out.

Scott yawned again and left the woods.

"How about it?"

Scott, who returned to the tower, got inquiries that everyone cared about.

"Where did you go?" Fred asked him holding the [magic mirror], "Did you follow the above steps strictly?"

He handed the [magic mirror] into Scott's hand.

"Look, do you remember correctly?"

Scott took the [magic mirror] and glanced at it, then nodded.

"That's right, they've already been soaked, just waiting for them to germinate."

"What about them? How are Fleur and Krum doing?"

"Has Fu Rong already practiced in advance?"

Others asked about the other two warriors.

"They ... I don't know," Scott said. "According to them, they don't know how to make wine at all."

He sighed, although the brewing work had just begun, he was tired of it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to do anything for the next one to two weeks, he just needs to check the germination of the wheat after class.

Others are still more concerned than himself, asking about the growth of malt every day.

Fred even reported to George and the others who stayed at Hogwarts every day.

Ten days later, Scott judged that the malt was growing well and started drying.

He originally wanted to use the Drying Charm for this step, but he kept casting the Drying Charm monotonously, making him feel like a ruthless hair dryer.

After thinking about it, he finally decided to use Transfiguration to create a few fire crows to complete the work instead of him.

As long as you pay attention to the distance and don't let the flame directly burn the malt, it should be feasible... right.

Although not 100% sure, Scott still decisively chose this method of being lazy.

In short, after creating a few fire crows that were constantly glowing and glowing, Scott successfully liberated himself.

As for the final result...

"It's not bad at all," Scott reported to his companions, "At least they're not burnt."

"Oh, I want to remind you, Scott." Cedric said, who has memorized the brewing process, "Drying is not about drying completely, but about reducing the moisture content of the malt from about 42% to 4-5%."

"There should be nothing wrong."

Scott thought about it, then nodded decisively.

"It's okay, don't worry!"

In fact, how does he know what is 42% and what is 5%.

There is no instrument for him to measure.

Just to keep others from worrying.

The others actually didn't understand, but they were temporarily relieved when they heard him say that.

The next month was the placement step. Scott completely forgot about brewing wine and began to follow up the alchemy course in Duran Alchemy Classroom wholeheartedly.

Unlike the Ravenclaw tutor who tells alchemy from a high-level perspective, Professor Duran is obviously better at telling basic knowledge and teaching new students.

After some systematic study, Scott, Fred, and Cedric all gained a lot.

"I can't wait to try and invent something new."

Fred said excitedly that he found many mistakes made in the process of invention and creation.

"George is very envious of me being able to take this course. I have to say that the gap between me and him has widened."

He always proudly shows off to George through the [magic mirror], and declares that from now on, he is the "true master inventor" of the Weasley twins.

Cedric also became interested in alchemy.

He always said with regret: "It's a pity that Hogwarts doesn't have this class. Although we can learn the basics in Beauxbatons, we can't go deeper."

Scott suggested to him, "If you want to study in depth, you can study by yourself, or you can ask Dumbledore for advice."

"Oh, don't bother Professor Dumbledore, he's already busy enough," said Cedric.

What he said was also true.

Although these students stayed in Beauxbatons, it was obvious that Dumbledore was not.

He was always elusive and appeared in front of them irregularly.

As for the rest of the time, no one knew exactly what he was busy with.

Of course, the students all assumed he was busy fighting the Dark Lord.

Because according to reliable sources - from Eddie, Dumbledore has appeared in England more than once.

He has been involved in several Ministry of Magic hunts for Death Eaters.

Although he didn't show up, some people swear that the reason why Ms. Burns, the Minister of Magic, was able to issue the search warrant simply and neatly was because of Dumbledore's backing.

Speaking of the situation in the UK, a lot has happened during this period.

Under the strong leadership of Ms. Burns, the Ministry of Magic had several conflicts with the Death Eaters, and they succeeded in arresting some dark wizards and causing some sacrifices.

As far as the result is concerned, it can only be said that it is neither good nor bad.

I just don't know why, after Voldemort, the leader of the dark wizard, made his public appearance in the World Cup finals, he continued to hide and did not show up in any place.

Even when his Death Eaters clashed with the Ministry of Magic and were arrested, he didn't show up.

"I think he must be brewing a bigger conspiracy." Eddie said to Scott on the phone, "Dumbledore is worried about this, so he has to go back and forth."

Scott felt there was some truth to his guess.

But since he has already left the UK, he can only judge the situation through the news passed on by his friends, and there is no way to further confirm it, or find out more real news.

(End of this chapter)