Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 469 469. The Coming of Christmas
"No! This is different from being deducted college points after we made trouble at Hogwarts!"

Fred's expression changed.

"You fought with that French guy, what does this have to do with the Triwizard Tournament? Those French guys did it on purpose! You were No.1 before, and they want to pull you down!"

"Of course they did it on purpose," Scott said.

"Why not protest?" Fred looked at Dumbledore.

"Hmm...deducting 5 points doesn't sound like a big deal at first glance, and it seems that the punishment is not serious."

Roger stroked his chin.

"But when you think about it, they're treating two unrelated things as one."

Listening to the analysis of the two, the others also looked at Dumbledore, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Dumbledore walked to the head of the long table and sat down, and said softly, "Yes, you are right, but the point deduction is not unnecessary."

Puzzled looks appeared on most people's faces.

Dumbledore smiled and said to Scott: "Scott, tell me, if it were you, I believe you will understand."

Scott nodded.

He walked up to Dumbledore, faced the others, and bowed.

"First of all, I want to apologize to everyone. The game points are related to the honor of Hogwarts, but because of my behavior, points were deducted."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Scott!" Fred said loudly immediately, "You are our warrior, and the points are what you got in the game!"

Roger said, "I don't think you've done anything wrong."

Others also spoke one after another.

"Fred and Roger were right."

"You don't have to apologize to us, Scott."

"It's all the French's fault!"

"If you want me to say, you are just unlucky."

……

Hearing that everyone was explaining themselves, Scott couldn't help laughing.

To be honest, he will not feel guilty because of this incident, even if someone blames him because of this incident, he will not be touched in any way.

But it would also make him happy if other people were on his side, as they are now.

He further expressed his thoughts, "It was Mr. Jolly from the French Ministry of Magic who made the decision to deduct points. Although he is somewhat suspected of taking advantage of the fire, I don't think he has really bad intentions. To some extent , he actually helped me."

"Why do you say that?" Fred asked in surprise.

"It's a bit unfair to say, but we need this kind of unfair treatment."

Scott continued to analyze.

"The family behind Waldo may attack me at any time, even Professor Girard is watching there. In short, deducting points can at least stop her mouth."

Having said that, he paused to give the others time to think.

Most people were still thinking about Scott's words, but a few Slytherin students immediately understood what he meant and nodded accordingly.

A few of them explained to the others one by one——

"You already know that in France, the strength of the Girard family cannot be underestimated."

"As a pure-blood family that has been operating in the French magic world for hundreds of years, they can always influence the decisions of the Ministry of Magic authorities through some means."

"The current situation in the UK is not very good, and we may not have the energy to deal with things here."

"Not everyone in the British Ministry of Magic is willing to help. There are always countless connections between pure-blood families."

The few Slytherins who came here were not descendants of Death Eaters, so they had no scruples about saying certain things.

"If the Girard family is going to take full revenge on Scott, I'm sure they will be able to do a lot."

"As long as they are willing to pay the price, they may be able to temporarily change the law, put Scott on the yoke of breaking the law, and try to put him in jail."

"While this is hypothetical and they may not succeed, there is no doubt that they are capable of causing us great trouble."

"In contrast, deducting points is the best choice."

"The points were deducted, and the referees representing the opinions of all parties have reached a consensus. This means that the incident has ended on the surface and has been qualitative."

"In other words, this incident has been truly defined as a fight between students. Although it violates discipline, it is by no means illegal."

"Mr. Joly and Mr. Lefeble have confirmed the result of the processing. They represent the French Ministry of Magic."

"In this way, the Girard family will not be able to trouble us through the French Ministry of Magic, because they will lose the name of revenge on the surface."

"That's it." Scott gave them a thumbs up.

As expected of Slytherin, the reaction to this kind of matter is the fastest.

Roger said: "But... So, it is still possible for the Girard family to take revenge on Scott secretly?"

All the Slytherins nodded.

"So, in the coming time, it's best for Scott not to be alone, and not to leave Beauxbatons."

"Don't eat anywhere else outside the tower."

"There are still several months before the end of the competition, and everyone cannot relax."

"Be vigilant at all times."

Their solemn warnings made everyone nervous.

But soon, Dumbledore's kind voice sounded.

"Don't worry, children, and don't be too vigilant. I will stay here for a while."

He sat there, looking at the students with peaceful eyes.

Fred asked, "Until the Tournament is over?"

"Yes, if there are no accidents." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Great."

"In this way, they must not dare to do more."

Everyone cheered up when they heard Dumbledore's words.

This is Dumbledore, as long as this old man is around, they will be completely confident.

"From now on, everyone can move freely, no longer need to be confined in the tower." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone.

He stood up, "Scott, you come with me."

After that, Scott followed Dumbledore to the top floor of the tower, which belonged to Dumbledore's room.

"Sorry, Scott." Dumbledore said, "Forgive me, there are too many facts that I need to worry about. As an old man over 100 years old, my energy is really low."

Scott watched him sit in the chair.

After leaving the crowd, Dumbledore was no longer the energetic and energetic look.

His face, including his voice, was full of exhaustion.

"Your matter does have a better solution, including the matter of banning Animagus before." Dumbledore whispered, "but I always choose the most time-saving and labor-saving response."

Scott shook his head, "It's not your fault, I caused trouble myself, and you've done enough."

He knew Dumbledore hadn't done his best to get him, but he didn't blame anything either.

Although Dumbledore focused most of his energy on the British wizarding world and was perfunctory about the Triwizard Tournament, Scott believed it was the right choice.

As Dumbledore himself said, he is already more than 100 years old, but it is not easy to think about the future of the British wizarding world on his shoulders.

Maybe he just can't let go of those things, and the fatigue is also because of his own choices.

But no one can deny that Dumbledore is a good man, and he sincerely wants to fight for a better future for most people in the British magic community.

Scott wouldn't blame such an old man.

"It's good that you can understand." Dumbledore smiled gratifiedly, "You don't have to worry about the future, someone will help you."

Scott had an idea, "Is it Professor Russell?"

Dumbledore nodded, "It seems that you have seen something from his attitude."

Scott said: "In Madame Maxime's office, his help to me is not hidden, but I don't know why."

"Can't think of why it would help you like that?" said Dumbledore. "You'll soon find out."

Just then, there was a loud bang behind Scott.

He turned around, and saw a house elf wearing a Hogwarts tea towel suddenly appearing in front of his eyes holding Professor Russell's hand.

"Dear Mr. Principal, Lulu has brought your distinguished guest."

The house elf that Scott also knew let go of Professor Russell's hand, bowed, and then quickly disappeared.

"Welcome, Professor Russell."

Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with Professor Russell.

"You can call me August, Professor Dumbledore."

Professor Russell said politely.

"Okay, August, of course, you can call me Albus, please take a seat."

"Thank you."

After the two professors were seated, Scott also politely greeted Professor Russell.

"Good afternoon, Professor Russell, thank you for helping me."

Professor Russell nodded.

He took off the white gloves on his hands, and reached out to take the hot tea that Dumbledore handed him.

"You're welcome, Mr. Trollope." He said slowly, "According to the agreement, during the time you are in Beauxbatons, I will help you and protect your safety."

"Promise?" Scott turned to look at Dumbledore.

"It's an agreement with the great ancient alchemist, Ms. Ravenclaw." Professor Russell said.

"Ravenclaw mentor?" Scott asked in surprise, "I haven't heard of it."

In Beauxbaton's days, although not many times, he did not fail to communicate with the portrait of Ravenclaw's mentor.

But the Ravenclaw mentor didn't mention it.

Professor Russell said: "After the first round of the competition, I learned of the existence of Ms. Ravenclaw's portrait in the communication with Deng... Albus."

Scott remembered that it was he who asked Professor Russell to ask Dumbledore.

But he didn't expect that Dumbledore would directly tell the Ravenclaw mentor about the existence of the portrait.

"Augudus wants to exchange alchemy with Lady Ravenclaw," Dumbledore told Scott.

"I'm asking for advice." Professor Russell said, "According to the historical records handed down by the family, Ms. Ravenclaw has gone farther than most alchemists in alchemy."

Dumbledore did not refute his words, but said: "I conveyed Augustus' request to Ms. Ravenclaw, and Ms. Ravenclaw made a condition for him to help you."

Only then did Scott understand the reason for the whole thing.

It turned out to be because of the Ravenclaw mentor, no wonder...

It's not hard to explain why Professor Russell, who seemed indifferent to most things, got involved in today's troubles.

Scott had always been suspicious before, even if Lucio, Professor Russell's favorite student, was involved in the incident, he didn't have to do that to that extent.

"But thank you very much, Professor Russell."

Either way, help is real.

If it weren't for Professor Russell, whose family background was comparable to or even better than that of Girard, to show his attitude, Professor Girard might not be so easy to dismiss.

So Scott said thanks anyway.

Professor Russell nodded again, and said, "I'm here to meet Ms. Ravenclaw."

"Of course no problem, since the Ravenclaw mentor promised."

As Scott said, he took out the photo-sized blank picture frame from the shapeshifting lizard leather pouch on his waist, and pulled out his wand.

He tapped the frame with his wand and called to Ravenclaw.

The blank picture frame was quickly dyed with color, and Ravenclaw's dignified and beautiful figure emerged.

"tutor."

Scott put the picture frame on the table, and then softly described the current situation.

"I see." Ravenclaw nodded slightly.

She didn't make any comments on Scott's behavior, but looked directly at Professor Russell who was at the side.

At this moment, Professor Russell had already stood up from the sofa.

His eyes, which had always been calm, also changed drastically, and he was looking at Ravenclaw in the painting with great respect.

"Hello, dear Ms. Ravenclaw, I am Augustus Russell."

He spoke standard English, and at the same time performed a wizard salute gracefully.

"Hello, Roselle." Ravenclaw in the painting smiled slightly, "Thank you for helping to take care of my apprentice."

"It's my honor." Professor Russell said politely.

So much for the pleasantries.

Immediately afterwards, Professor Roselle took two steps forward, and couldn't wait to exchange alchemy with Ravenclaw.

"Dear lady, there are a few alchemy questions that have been bothering me, and I hope to hear your answers here..."

At first, Scott listened with relish, and was very curious about the content of their exchange.

But as their conversation deepened, Scott gradually lost track of it.

Although he could understand many words, he couldn't understand what they were saying.

The conversation between the two was fast, and many terms and alphanumeric abbreviations in alchemy were used in the sentence. Scott seemed to be listening to a scripture.

Since he didn't understand and didn't dare to disturb, he took a few steps back and stood aside.

When he saw Dumbledore but still listened with gusto, he couldn't help sighing in his heart that Dumbledore was indeed a genuine master of alchemy.

This exchange lasted for a long time, until night fell, and it ended in the reluctance of Professor Russell.

Ravenclaw said: "Roselle, you are a rare alchemy genius. During the days when Scott stayed in Beauxbatons, you could come and communicate with me at any time."

"Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Ravenclaw. Accordingly, I will keep your apprentice safe in Beauxbatons."

Finally, Professor Russell left with a satisfied smile.

After he left, Scott thanked his mentor profusely.

"It's a piece of cake," said Ravenclaw. "Grow up faster, my apprentice."

She nodded again to Dumbledore, and the figure disappeared into the frame.

Over the next few days, Scott and his family returned to their normal pace.

The Christmas holidays have arrived and the first term of the school year is over.

Since they were going to participate in the Christmas ball, the students who were no longer in class did not leave, and Beauxbaton's campus was still very lively.

only……

The previous events were not without impact.

Although Valdor did not reappear, it seems that Waldor's followers were frightened by Scott and were quietly preaching his brutality.

In the first round of the Triwizard Tournament, Scott was the best performer among the three warriors. He was always very popular, and many students of Beauxbatons would greet him proactively.

But now his popularity has plummeted, and there are a lot fewer people who would greet him proactively. Beauxbaton's students are still secretly giving him a nickname.

"The Impaler of England."

When Lucio secretly told Scott this nickname, the whole person couldn't stop laughing.

"They say you chained Valdor in a thorny chain and made him drip with blood. Then you made him feel the pain of being impaled ten times by a stake."

"..."

Scott could only be speechless.

Those people thought Waldo too highly.

If he really let Valdor experience the feeling of being impaled by a stake ten times, would that guy still survive?

"Everyone thinks you're imitating Vlad III. Even scarier than Vlad III."

Lucio also pretended to pat Scott on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, buddy, rumors are so illogical."

Scott looked at him with dead fish eyes.

If it wasn't for the kid shaking with laughter, he might think that he was sincerely comforting him.

Not surprisingly, this inexplicable nickname also spread to the ears of other members of the Hogwarts delegation, and through them to the Hogwarts headquarters.

"Here he comes! The Impaler of England, Vlad IV!"

Fred was no less funny than that.

Even when Scott threatened to chain him to a stake, he enjoyed it.

In addition, before Christmas, Scott's brewing work began to enter the mashing process.

This step is not easy.

First, Scott needs to grind the processed malt to make malt powder.

The malt powder is then mixed with warm water and placed in the mash vat to allow the mash feedback to occur naturally.

The difficulty in the saccharification process is to master the temperature and time. Too high temperature or too long time will affect the quality of wort.

While continuing to make wine, Scott also remembered to prepare Christmas presents for his friends.

He borrowed the mail order list from Lucio, selected some gifts with French characteristics, and selected all the Christmas gifts by mail order.

At that time, the store will pack the gifts according to the address he left and send them directly to his friends.

And he only needs to spend a total of several Galleons in service fees for this.

Seeing Scott's operation, the rest of the Hogwarts delegation also followed him and used this method to get their presents.

Christmas is just around the corner.

Scott's first surprise was the day before Christmas.

Professor Flitwick came to Beauxbatons himself and brought him the best Christmas present——

The magical potion that has been made.

Professor Flitwick told him, "It is very difficult to make potions that enhance potions. Even a potion master like Damocles Belby never succeeds once."

At this moment, they were sitting in Dumbledore's room on the top floor of the tower.

Scott was holding a bottle of potion in his hand.

The crystal bottle containing the potion was small, only as thick as a thumb, and the potion in the bottle was as bright red as blood, extremely beautiful, shining like a ruby.

"Oh, is this the magic enhancement potion that Ms. Ravenclaw gave you?" Dumbledore also looked at the potion in Scott's hand curiously, "Try it quickly, let us see how it works. "

Scott nodded, peeled off the wax seal on the bottle, pulled out the cork, raised his head and drank the blood-red potion in the bottle.

Soon, he felt a scorching flame appear in his body, burning from the abdominal cavity to all internal organs, limbs and bones.

The unbearable heat filled every blood vessel, every inch of nerve, and even every cell.

"Um……"

Scott gritted his teeth, but couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.

"Oh Scott, how are you, are you all right?"

Professor Flitwick asked concerned.

Scott shook his head.

"Tolerable." He reluctantly replied.

"You don't have to talk," said Professor Flitwick. "Don't worry, Albus and I will watch you."

"what……"

Suddenly, Scott's mind went blank, and he couldn't help shouting.

When he regained consciousness, he found that his magic power was rioting.

The full magic power was jubilant like boiling water, already making his body feel full.

But Scott himself can do nothing about it, he can't even control the magic of his riot at all.

All the things in the office flew up in an instant, spinning continuously in the air.

At the same time, Scott himself was floating in the air.

Both Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore jumped off the sofa, waving their wands to stabilize the flying objects.

"Hold on!" said Dumbledore. "Take full control of your sudden increase in magical power!"

Hearing his words, Scott began to experiment.

At first, his attempts had little success.

In the past, the unusually obedient magic power was like a scurrying mouse, but he was like the incompetent person who held up his slippers and couldn't hit the mouse no matter what.

But he didn't give up, and still tried his best to try to control his magic power.

As time went by, maybe the effect of the medicine had worn off, or Scott's efforts had played a role, the magic finally subsided slowly.

The two professors waved their wands again and again, causing the floating objects to fall gently on the carpet, and directed a sofa to move over to catch Scott who fell from the sky.

Scott's back touched the soft sofa and bounced a few times.

He took a few breaths and finally regained the ability to move independently, so he sat up immediately.

"Oh Scott, how are you feeling?"

Professor Flitwick walked up to him and watched him carefully.

"Um……"

Scott closed his eyes to sense himself, then opened them.

"The magic power has increased a lot, obviously." Scott opened his fingers and clenched his fist again. "Now I should be able to perform magic that I couldn't perform before."

Dumbledore on the side nodded, "Although I can't perceive the situation in your body, I can feel that the magic field around you has been strengthened a lot."

"That's right, your magical power is already stronger than most adult wizards!" Professor Flitwick said excitedly, "Coupled with the continued growth brought about by your physical development, you will have magical power far superior to others in the future! "

Scott said; "Thank you too, Professor Flitwick, thank you for helping me contact the master of potions, and for rushing here to give me the potion."

"It's nothing." Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "I don't trust an owl to deliver such a precious potion."

Scott knew that Professor Flitwick could send it to the house-elf, although it would be uneasy to give it to the owl.

He nodded, didn't say much, and kept his gratitude to Professor Flitwick in his heart.

Professor Flitwick said with emotion, "It's a pity, such potions are too rare. Even a potion master like Belby, who always likes to use precious materials, can collect enough medicinal materials with great difficulty. In short, magic enhancement potions don't have conditions of popularization."

"It's indeed a pity." Dumbledore said, "If it can be popularized, the magic power level of young wizards will increase rapidly, and more geniuses will appear in the wizarding world."

Professor Flitwick said: "Belby did not disclose the secret recipe of the potion. He believes that this potion will further widen the gap between wizards of different levels, and will further strengthen some people's ambitions."

"He was right." Dumbledore sat down again, "The potion of enhancing magic is expensive, and it is destined that only a few wizards can have it. Most wizards in the wizarding world can neither afford medicinal materials nor have access to a potion master." make."

Professor Flitwick said: "Belby is trying to improve the secret recipe. Of course, there is no progress. After all, the wolfsbane potion he invented is also the same. Because it is expensive, it has not been promoted among werewolves."

Scott was also very grateful to listen to the conversation between the two.

If the secret recipe of the potion didn't come from him, he wouldn't have any way to get it.

But since he had already obtained it, and the secret recipe of the potion was handed over to Damocles Belby as agreed, he didn't care about the rest.

Since he was rushing back to Hogwarts for Christmas, Professor Flitwick didn't stay in Beauxbatons for too long. He left in a hurry after confirming the result of Scott's drinking of the potion.

On Christmas Day, when Scott woke up from his bed, his bed was already full of presents.

Fred was awake too, rubbing his eyes at his own pile.

"Those owls really worked hard." He muttered.

Roger was up when Scott was in his pajamas and started unwrapping presents.

"Oh, there's always no surprise with Mom's presents."

Fred pulled a red sweater from among the presents.

"Looks like Mrs. Weasley has a gift for me too."

Scott saw the same box in front of him.

After opening it, he got a blue sweater.

The sweater is brightly colored and features a large bronze trophy on the chest, with capital letters spelling out the word "champion" below the trophy.

"Is it too arrogant?" Scott gestured with a sweater in front of him, "I will be laughed at if I wear it before I really win the championship."

Fred said, "No, I'll laugh at you even if you get the title, only Percy sticks all the accolades he's got!"

"You're right."

Scott put down his sweater and started looking through other people's presents.

Eddie sent him a written article.

[If you succeed in winning the championship, this article will be published on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" in the name of Hollingworth. ]
Scott glanced at it and found that the article was full of praise for him, but it was written in a witty way, which made him laugh for a while.

But before Fred and Roger looked over, he put the parchment away as fast as he could.

If they saw it, it would be too shameful, and it would definitely be publicized and ridiculed.

The gift from Milton is a music box.

[This is what I tried to make myself. This song called "Come on, Scott" is also specially written for you. Come on, Scott! ]

Scott opened the lid of the music box, tightened the winding, and listened to the melody coming from it, feeling a little guilty.

Because Eddie and Milton prepared more gifts than he himself prepared for them.

Next up is a gift from Luna.

Luna's gifts are always full of whimsy, and this time was no surprise.

Her gift was a silver tiara with a huge gold seven-pointed star in front of it, inlaid with eight white pearls and a square red gemstone.

Of course, these gold, silver, gemstones, pearls and other materials are not real, but the cardboard is painted with corresponding colors.

Scott always felt that the crown looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

So he found a small note written by Luna from the gift box.

[This is a tiara I made myself, based on the pattern on the portrait of Vlad III, I believe it will bring you good luck.Come on, Scott. ]
good luck?Where did it come from?

Scott was speechless for a moment.

But he put the tiara on his head anyway.

Soon, he unwrapped all the other presents, and nothing more interesting appeared.

Fred and Roger, who were in the same room with him, had given each other the usual mail-order gifts and had long since lost their surprises.

"Oh Scott, what's that on your head?"

Fred stared curiously at the silver tiara on Scott's head.

"Can't you see?" Scott shook his head.

"It looks familiar, but I can't remember it at the moment." Roger also looked over.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "This is Vlad III's tiara, a gift made by Luna herself."

Fred and Roger both laughed.

Fred said regretfully: "Why didn't I think of it, I should give you a long picket, England Impaler."

"It's not too late for you to cut down the tree now, as long as you dare to give it, I will take it." Scott said angrily, "And then use it to string you to the top of the tower."

(End of this chapter)