Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 047. Gift Strange Voice
On Monday, the day before Professor McGonagall's birthday, Scott came to Professor McGonagall's office after class and sent his own gift and birthday message.

As Milton said, Professor McGonagall really liked this birthday present from Scott.

When she saw the painting, the usual stern expression completely disappeared from her face, replaced by a satisfied smile.

She said happily to Scott, "Thank you, Mr. Trollope. I love this gift from you!"

She emphasized again, "I think this painting is better than the one that Professor Flitwick received!"

"Oh, that's it..." Scott suddenly felt a little bad. "This painting comes from the latest inspiration, and Milton's advice also helped. I used a completely different technique than before."

He could already foresee that Professor McGonagall would show off this gift to Professor Flitwick.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was focusing on the painting in front of her, and she felt more at this time, "I noticed that there is not even any brushstrokes on this painting, it seems to be done in one go, with a natural beauty. "

Scott nodded, "Yes, I used Transfiguration to create this painting."

Professor McGonagall immediately asked with interest: "Oh? Tell me, Mr. Trollope, how did you use Transfiguration in your paintings?"

"Of course, it's just a combination of the simplest and most basic spells in Transfiguration..."

Scott spoke in detail about his process of creating the painting.

"It's really simple." Professor McGonagall nodded, "but I still want to praise you for your whimsy."

"Oh! Can I get extra points?" Scott said jokingly.

It's just that he didn't expect that Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment after hearing the words, as if he was really considering whether to give him extra points.

But in the end she shook her head, "Sorry, Mr. Trollope, this doesn't qualify as a bonus. Because it's a personal gift, and Professor Flitwick has already added extra points to your painting."

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall is known for being strict.

Scott smiled and nodded.

He was just joking, of course there was no objection.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Scott is heading to the Hogwarts Library to read the new issues of several academic journals this month.

Walking down a few corridors, he heard a loud discussion on the other side at one corner.

"Oh! Harry, we didn't hear the strange sound you said!" a girl said inexplicably.

Scott still had the impression that this voice should be Hermione Granger who had spoken to him on the train.

"Let me tell you, you probably got mad at Snape in the afternoon potions class!"

The voice... Scott guessed it was Fred and George's "dumb brother".

"I did hear it!" a boy exclaimed. "More than once! And I heard the same thing the night I answered Lockhart's letter!"

This is "Savior" Harry Potter.

Scott was startled suddenly.

Did the basilisk escape from the secret room so early?
He, who only remembered the outline of the "story", always thought that the "Secret Room Incident" started after Filch's cat was petrified on Halloween.

Thinking of this, Scott walked around the corner at a normal speed and met the "threesome".

The moment they saw him, the three little wizards immediately shut up and stopped discussing.

"Hello, Trollope."

Granger remembered his name and offered to say hello.

"Hello, Granger."

Scott nodded and said to the other two boys, "Hello, Potter, Weasley. I'm Scott Trollope, fourth grade Ravenclaw."

"Hello, Trollope."

Both boys were a little uncomfortable.

Potter in particular, Scott found his eyes a little evasive behind the lenses of his spectacles.

Although he saw that the "Savior" didn't seem to want to contact strangers, Scott still stood there and said slowly: "Sorry, although I didn't intend to eavesdrop, the voices of your discussions are indeed a bit loud."

He ignored the blushing faces of the three and asked directly, "Potter, did you hear a strange noise in the castle? Can you tell me what's going on?"

Potter opened his mouth in embarrassment, but made no sound.

Obviously, he didn't want to discuss this with strangers, but didn't know how to say no.

"Am I being too abrupt?" Scott gave him a friendly smile. "Maybe you can satisfy my curiosity and tell me where you heard the sound coming from."

"It's over there." Potter responded with a shy smile like a conditioned reflex, and pointed to a wall, "It seems to be coming from the wall over there."

"I'll take a look."

Scott approached the wall, reached for his wand and pointed it at himself.

"Super perceptive."

He first blessed himself with a super-sensory spell, and then carefully sensed the magic contained in the wall.

At the same time, he heard Weasley whispering to his companion: "What is he doing?"

There was something odd in his tone, like he was saying Scott was a lunatic.

"Shut up, Ron!" Granger scolded him in a low voice, "Don't you see that? He's sensing magic! Don't tell me you don't know, because he can clearly sense magic when school starts. famous."

Potter's voice hesitated, "I seem to have heard of this, but I don't know who it is."

"All I know is that Fred and George have a good relationship with him," Weasley said.

"You never remember anything useful!" Granger complained about the two boys' barren brains.

At this moment, Scott shook his head and turned around.

The three little wizards fell silent immediately.

"The magic power of the castle itself is too powerful and complex." Scott said, "I can only vaguely perceive that there are indeed traces of magic power left by some kind of magical creature."

Potter's eyes widened, and he said happily: "Sure enough! The sound I heard was not an illusion!"

Weasley wrinkled his face and asked suspiciously, "You mean there are magical creatures in the walls? Then why can't we hear them?"

"Maybe Potter's hearing is sharper, Weasley," Scott said with a smile.

Granger couldn't help but ask curiously, "But... what kind of magical creatures can hide in walls? Can they talk?"

"There are pipes in the walls," Scott said. "Maybe it's an eight-eyed spider? As far as I know, they can talk."

"Spider... Spider?" Weasley's face turned pale, shivered, and quickly took a few steps back.

At this point, Scott retracted his wand.He said goodbye to the three little wizards, "Anyway, thank you for telling me about this, it may be an interesting discovery. Goodbye then."

He waved his hand and strode towards the library.

The moment he turned around, his face became a little dignified, and the fact that the basilisk had awakened gave him a sense of urgency.

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