Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 491 491. After the war is temporarily over
After Voldemort and the Death Eaters left, so did the Dementors floating above the castle sky.

"Have they all left, Scott?"

Dumbledore looked up to Scott.

"Yes, Professor."

Scott replied.

At the same time, he jumped off the shoulders of the giant knight stone statue, and landed lightly with the help of the floating force on the cloak.

"It seems to have left." He walked up to Dumbledore many years ago, "but I don't know if he really left."

He made it very clear that he was worried that Voldemort would take advantage of their relaxation and then return to the carbine.

After all, Voldemort's sobering words when he left just now, specifically mentioning Scott's "bloody brutality", was also trying to lure them to open the door to check the situation outside.

Of course Dumbledore understood what Scott meant.

He nodded at Scott, then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Please organize the students to go back to the castle first, Minerva."

"Okay, Albus."

Professor McGonagall responded and began speaking loudly to the other students.

"Everyone! Now! Gather in the auditorium!"

Three other professors who served as deans also began to help organize the departure of students.

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore!"

Several figures suddenly broke away from the main force, shouting in their mouths.

Scott turned his head and watched as George, Eddie, Milton, and Luna ran to his side first.

"Obviously, Fu... the mysterious man is just provoking."

George said to Dumbledore.

"He was slandering Scott because Scott acted like he wasn't scared of him at all and that made him angry!"

Eddie went on to say, "We won't take him at his word. Even if Scott did anything, it was just to protect Hogwarts."

Milton nodded repeatedly.

"Blood...bloody and brutal, that...words like that shouldn't be used on Scott."

He was very anxious and stuttered a little.

Only Luna was in no hurry to defend Scott.

She looked up at the look on Scott's face and took his hand.

"Are you all right, Scott?"

She speaks softly.

"Don't worry, I think, you just did what you thought was right."

Scott suddenly laughed.

"I'm fine, Luna."

He answered Luna's question first, then looked at the others.

"Thank you, George, Eddie, Milton."

"I don't think you need to explain anything for me, and Professor Dumbledore won't misunderstand me because of Voldemort's words."

Dumbledore also smiled cheerfully.

"Oh, Scott is right, you should believe me."

He said kindly.

"Although I'm already an old man over 100 years old, I don't think I'm old yet."

"Of course, you are Dumbledore."

George immediately began to praise the old headmaster.

"You are the most powerful, wisest, and greatest wizard in the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly with a smile on his face.

"Do you know the biggest difference between Scott and Voldemort?"

George immediately replied, "Scott has a nose."

"And hair," Eddie said.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Oh, sure, yes, but that's just the appearance."

Luna said seriously: "Scott doesn't have a demon in his heart."

Milton also said: "Scott loves life. He can easily capture those beautiful pictures and record them with a brush. His paintings can make people smile and feel warm."

"You're right, especially Mr. Graves."

Dumbledore nodded to Milton.

"I think you understand what I mean."

Then, he continued to speak to several people.

"I once said to Scott that Voldemort's biggest flaw is that he doesn't know how to love."

"He never felt real family and friendship, and of course, no love."

"The Death Eaters were just his servants, he never considered them his friends."

"Scott is different."

Having said that, he looked at Scott.

"You have parents who love you, Scott, and I can see that you love them too."

"In addition, you have a group of such good friends."

He pointed to a few around Scott.

"Oh, seeing you always reminds me of my time at Hogwarts."

"Do you have many good friends too?" Luna asked curiously and boldly.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"That's where I'm not as good as Scott."

He said with some regret.

"When I was young, I encountered family accidents. At that time, I only wanted to prove my excellence."

"So, unfortunately, during my time at Hogwarts, I hardly made any friends."

Having said that, he put away his somewhat complicated expression and became cheerful again.

"But it's okay, I always love my family, although because I'm young, the way is a bit wrong, but yes, I have never lost love."

He stopped talking about himself, and turned to several people: "So, don't worry, I won't misunderstand Scott because of Voldemort's words."

As he spoke, he winked at them.

"But I need to have a private conversation with him, you know, some big things that are not convenient for everyone to know."

"Okay then, let's go back first."

George glanced back at the receding crowd.

"Hey Scott, I hope you're not rushing to France, we have some 'big things' we want to talk to you about."

"certainly……"

Scott looked at Dumbledore, and after seeing him nodding, he continued, "I'll go to France tomorrow."

"See you later then," Eddie said.

"see you later."

After several people walked away, Scott turned his head and asked Dumbledore, "How are you, Professor, Rimbaud told me..."

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"I'm fine, Scott."

He motioned for Scott to grab Phoenix Fox's tail feathers.

Scott reached out and grabbed the gorgeous feather, and in an instant they were in the principal's office.

Dumbledore immediately sat down in the large chair behind the desk.

He leaned back in the chair with heavy fatigue on his face, closed his eyes, and took several breaths.

Phoenix Fox also flew to the side of the golden bird stand, and closed his eyes.

Scott didn't bother them, his eyes were drawn to the picture presented on Dumbledore's desk.

At this moment, the dark wooden tabletop seemed to have turned into a huge TV screen, showing the real-time monitoring picture outside the gate of the castle.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters left without taking the bodies.

The scene did look a little bloody.

Especially Fenrir Greyback, who was cut in half by the water blade, and the giant who was cut into pieces...

Scott looked back after a few glances.

Although this kind of scene was caused by him, he didn't like to appreciate this kind of disgusting picture.

He took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa in front of his desk.

When he was leaning on the sofa, he just raised his head and looked at the portraits of the former principals on the wall.

It is rare for these portraits not to pretend to be asleep, but to observe him with wide-open eyes.

"Well done, Ravenclaw boy, we've seen you."

Unexpectedly, Phineas Black was the first to praise him.

Just as Scott wanted to say "thank you" politely, the most unpopular principal in history went on to say——

"As a Muggle-born student, you are proud enough."

The progenitor of Sirius on full display for his unpopularity.

"Thank you."

Scott adjusted his expression.

"Although it seems very proud to say this, the fact is that in Hogwarts now, there are no students from pure-blood families who are better than me."

The unpleasant old face of Principal Black in the painting instantly stretched out.

"It's really disappointing." He said dissatisfied, "The pure blood has also begun to degenerate..."

At this moment, a huge fist stretched out from the portrait next to him and hit him hard on the face, knocking him down at once and disappearing within the frame.

"Stop rambling, Blake!"

A bald headmaster with a red beard retracted his fist.

"There are only our students in Hogwarts, there are no pure-bloods or Muggle-borns!"

He looked at Scott appreciatively.

"Well done, boy, I appreciate your courage. You should have been in Gryffindor in the first place. This must be the Sorting Hat's mistake!"

"Enough, the Sorting Hat can't be wrong!"

An old witch with long silver curly hair interrupted him.

She is Daisy Deventer.

She refuted the red beard loudly, "Ravenclaw just values ​​wisdom more and pays more attention to the way of doing things, but Ravenclaw has never lacked the courage to do things!"

The red beard insisted, "No, the courage in him stands out even more..."

The two principals quarreled like this, and then other members who lived in the picture frame began to join in, and soon, they became a quarrel.

As their voices grew louder, a dozing Dumbledore opened his eyes.

"Oh, sorry."

His face looked much better, but he was still a little sluggish.

"Oh, I almost fell asleep."

He moved his fingers and served himself and Scott a cup of hot tea.

Of course, he added another half cup of sugar to his teacup.

"Oh……"

After taking a sip of tea with unimaginable sweetness for Scott, he let out a long and comfortable sigh, and the tiredness on the old headmaster's face finally disappeared.

"I didn't expect you to choose to rush back directly," he said to Scott.

Scott smiled.

"If you ask me in advance, I can't accurately predict and choose."

He thought back.

"But after I actually received the notification from Professor Flitwick, I didn't even think about it, so I came back directly."

At that time, he did not weigh or hesitate, and directly activated the door key.

"Although it didn't play a decisive role."

Recalling the entire war, Scott's thinking became clearer at this time.

"I think, even if I don't come back, it's impossible for those guys to break through the defenses of Hogwarts."

For some time, not even Voldemort himself broke through the magic barrier, let alone anyone else.

"But I can't choose to wait with peace of mind knowing that Hogwarts is being attacked and I have the ability to come back."

"Yes, who doesn't love Hogwarts?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

A house-elf wearing a Hogwarts tea towel immediately appeared in the office.

"It is a pleasure to serve you, Dear Mr. Principal!"

It bowed deeply to Dumbledore, and the large head connected by the thin neck almost fell to the ground.

Dumbledore said softly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, please help clean up the battlefield, and everything around the school will be restored to its original state."

"trouble?"

The house-elf started screaming.

"Please?"

It cried out in terror.

"Please don't be so polite! We will definitely restore everything to the way it used to be, even every plant and tree!"

"Oh..." Dumbledore seemed taken aback, "My requirements are not that strict..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the house-elf sobbed loudly and vanished with vigor.

Scott asked curiously, "Professor, that covered bridge has been completely destroyed, can they be restored?"

"Don't underestimate them, Scott," said Dumbledore. "House-elves' magic is no weaker than ordinary wizards, it's just that the magic they use is different from ours."

Next, the two chatted about some details of the battle after Scott returned to Hogwarts alone, and then they left the office together and came to the auditorium.

The auditorium was extremely lively at this time, and the professors sitting in the teachers' seats did not prohibit the students from discussing.

When Scott followed Dumbledore into the Great Hall through the side door, everyone stopped talking suddenly.

A few seconds later, there was deafening cheers and applause.

On his way to the Ravenclaw table, Scott was greeted with attention.

Of course, most of the students didn't know how much Scott played in the defense of Hogwarts. They welcomed him more because of his status as a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament.

Scott nodded and smiled to everyone he spoke to, said "thank you" as best he could, and walked to the long Ravenclaw table to sit next to Eddie and Milton.

"Oh! Our big star is back!"

Eddie laughed loudly and kept applauding.

Scott ignored him and continued to say "thank you" to the students around him.

Ding, Ding Ding.

Professor McGonagall knocked on his glass.

"Quiet!"

she said seriously.

"Professor Dumbledore has something to tell you."

Dumbledore stepped forward and began to speak.

"I'm very happy, children. When Hogwarts was in crisis, I saw all of you stand up and bravely pick up your wands..."

"Not everyone."

Eddie muttered unhappily, and even glanced over the long Slytherin table.

"Dumbledore should fire those bastards!"

Scott also glanced in the Slytherin direction, but didn't see Malfoy and his few minions.

Eddie whispered to him, "Those bastards are still tied up in that little room off the auditorium, and Filch is watching them."

"Don't worry, Hogwarts will always be the strongest safehouse for you, underage wizards..."

Scott turned his head to look at Dumbledore who was talking, and began to look forward to what he would do with those guys.

At the critical moment, trying to let the Death Eaters enter the campus directly through the secret passage, such behavior is indeed enough to be expelled.

(End of this chapter)