Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 496
The fog that appeared on a specific day, the curse from the old man's mouth, Kevin's brother who died unexpectedly...

Hearing a new rumor suddenly, whether out of caution or curiosity, Scott wanted to ask a few more questions.

But it's clear that the real librarian, Kevin, doesn't want to talk about it, and refuses to let his father say any more.

Unable to force them, Scott left the library with Dumbledore.

They walked to a corner park, sat on a bench, and looked at the red St. Magnus Cathedral not far away.

Scott asked, "What do you think of what the old gentleman said, Professor?"

Dumbledore said, "Perhaps we can ask the other inhabitants."

As he spoke, he got up and started chatting with the old woman who was resting on another bench.

His elegant and courteous demeanor soon won the old lady's favor, and the two had a pleasant conversation.

After a while, two old women walked to the corner park and naturally joined their conversation.

Dumbledore was undeniably gregarious, and several of the ladies clearly took a liking to him, as evidenced by their frequent laughs during the conversation.

About half an hour later, the three ladies reluctantly bid farewell to Dumbledore.

Under Scott's admiring gaze, Dumbledore sat back beside him.

"The local residents are skeptical about what the gentleman said."

He told Scott what he had learned.

"They may not think that there is really a curse at the Stenness Standing Stone, but out of caution, they try not to approach it on June 6."

"Thank you, Professor."

Scott first thanked.

"It's probably a good thing," he said, "that way I don't have to worry about people coming to interrupt my activities."

Seeing that it was getting late, the old and the young had a dinner in the town, and found another hotel to stay in.

After that, Scott went to bed early.

When he woke up again, it was 6 am on June 21.

After a hasty wash, Dumbledore was already standing in the corridor when he walked out the door of the hotel room.

"Do you want me to take you for a ride?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Scott said: "Oh, thanks, of course, Professor, I don't want the Ministry of Magic to send me a warning letter, even though I've learned enough about Apparation."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, let Scott hold his wrist, and led him to Apparate near the Standing Stone of Stenness.

What greeted them was the sound of the sea breeze blowing and the waves.

The moon hangs high above the sea, casting sparkling colors on the deep sea.

Standing stones with different postures stand quietly on this headland, like silent giants.

"It's a wonderful night scene, isn't it?"

Dumbledore put his hands behind his back, admiring the quiet night in front of him.

Scott looked at his old back and felt a little sorry.

He simply sat on the ground and said to the old principal: "Actually, you don't have to look after me like this."

"Oh, don't say that, Scott."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's not just you, no matter if any student encounters this kind of thing, I will help him like this."

Scott said from the bottom of his heart: "So, you are a good principal."

But Dumbledore shook his head again.

"As a headteacher, I often feel like I'm not being successful."

He said with some regret.

"It's clear to me that I haven't been able to put all my energy into how to be a good principal."

"Oh, Minerva helped me a lot, she cared more about the school and the students than I did."

Scott looked at the moonlit sea.

"So you are not just the headmaster, you are also recognized by everyone as the greatest wizard of this century."

Hearing him say this, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

It's not a smug smile, but a free and easy smile.

"Do you agree with such a compliment, Scott? I want to hear your thoughts. I believe that you must have heard and seen a lot about me."

Scott followed suit with a smile.

He thought for a while and said, "You have indeed devoted yourself to the magic world and done a lot, and that is not even your responsibility."

"But I don't think I've done a good job." Dumbledore said, "If I were really as great as everyone says, many regrettable things in the past would not have happened."

Scott felt that the old principal was tired of living like this.

No wonder he once said that death is actually like going to bed after a long day.

Finally, rest, these two words have already expressed his attitude.

Thinking of this, Scott said again; "I think so..."

Dumbledore looked back at him.

Scott continued: "People think you are great, and you also took advantage of the trend to carry people's expectations of you. I never thought that it was not your responsibility alone. Even if you did not do it perfectly, it is enough to be called great. Bar."

Whether it is Grindelwald or Voldemort, Dumbledore is not bound to bear the responsibility. When people expect him to solve the problem, he will stand up.

Scott understood that it took a lot of courage to stand up to the inevitable expectations, but Dumbledore never flinched.

Facing such an elderly man, no one can criticize him.

So what if it's not perfect?

He's also just a wizard.

Although powerful, he is not a god.

"Thank you for the compliment, Scott."

Dumbledore turned and sat down on the grass like Scott.

"If it were you, how would you choose?" He asked curiously.

Scott shook his head directly.

"I can't be a savior, and I can't be a leader." He said truthfully, "Compared with you, I am much more selfish."

He knows himself very well, he thinks more about taking care of himself alone, and rarely has the desire to take care of the world at the same time.

Dumbledore was not disappointed.

He just said meaningfully: "Oh, Scott, until the moment of choice, you will not predict what choice you will make."

"...maybe," Scott said.

But he was sure that he would never be someone like Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore said: "Remember, when you heard that Voldemort's men were attacking Hogwarts, you went back to school without thinking about it, and actively participated in the battle."

Scott thought back.

Indeed, the moment he received Professor Flitwick's communication, his first reaction was to go back.

"I'm worried about my friend," he said, "but if it wasn't Hogwarts that was under siege, I wouldn't have acted."

"That's enough," said Dumbledore, "that's enough."

Hearing him repeating a sentence twice, Scott looked over suspiciously.

Under the moonlight, Dumbledore's beard and hair seemed to be shining white.

Behind the half-moon glasses, his azure blue eyes also looked amazingly bright.

He didn't explain anything, just said to Scott: "You are not me, Scott, and I don't expect my students to become the next me, you just need to be yourself."

With that said, he stood up again.

Accompanied by the melodious chirping, the fiery red phoenix came out of hiding and landed on his shoulder.

"You're right about one thing, Scott."

He raised his hand and touched Fox's gorgeous wings.

"This is your adventure."

Scott stood up too.

"So, from now on, I will not rashly participate in your actions, but will watch you from the sidelines."

said Dumbledore again.

"But please remember, when I judge that you are in danger, I will take you out of here directly..."

After speaking, his figure, together with Fox standing on his shoulder, slowly became transparent under the moonlight until it disappeared.

"Thank you, Professor."

Scott said something loudly and sat down again.

He took off the backpack on his back, took out his notebook, compared the documents he copied, and found out where the destroyed "Odin Stone" used to be.

Afterwards, he got up again, walked to the area where the "Odin Stone" existed, and inspected it carefully.

But unfortunately, he still didn't find anything.

At the same time, he had more doubts in his mind.

Kevin said that his brother had an accident here, but it was just a flat grass field with nothing but standing stones.

In such a place, even if it is shrouded in dense fog, the probability of accidents is really pitifully small, almost impossible.

Could it be that his brother could still smash his head to death on the standing stone?

Shaking his head, Scott stopped for a moment under all the standing stones, and installed his prepared "eyes" on each standing stone.

At last he came to the edge of the headland, facing the sea.

He waited quietly until Rimbaud descended from the sky with a crowd of crows.

"Long time no see." Rimbaud stopped directly on Scott's shoulder, "My friend."

Scott smiled, "Long time no see, my friend, thank you."

Rimbaud jumped, turned around, and looked at the standing stones behind Scott.

"Is this right here?" It asked curiously, "It doesn't look like there is anything magical about it."

"Maybe it's not the time yet," Scott said.

He turned around and looked at Standing Stone too.

"But it's like a sea of ​​oaks here," Rimbaud continued. "I mean the stones around the biggest oak tree."

Scott nodded.

Indeed.

But there is not only one similar Stonehenge in the British Isles, not to mention the Brodgaard Stone Circle, which is only 1.2 kilometers away from here. The Stonehenge on the Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, England is even more famous all over the world. .

However, compared with the Sacred Tree Stonehenge in the Sea of ​​Oaks and the Suo Stonehenge on the Salisbury Plain, the stones of the Stenness Standing Stone are still different.

The standing stones here are very thin and look more like irregularly shaped steles.

"Let the crows go," Scott said.

Rimbaud nodded and tweeted a few times.

In an instant, all the crows that had landed on the grass around Scott flew up.

They flew around the range of the standing stone a few times like a dark cloud, and then landed one after another.

Soon, no matter on the standing stone, or inside and outside the circle surrounded by the standing stone, there were figures of crows.

"Now, let's wait for the moment of sunrise."

Scott turned back to face the sea, sat cross-legged, and looked at the moon that was about to sink to the bottom of the sea.

When the moon sinks in the west and east, the sea level in the sky changes quietly.

"It's begun," said Rimbaud.

"Ah."

Scott stood up slowly.

At the junction of the sea and the sky, the blue sky slowly turns purple, and then a touch of red appears.

That was the harbinger of the rising sun.

Quiet.

Terribly quiet.

I don't know when, the sound of the waves rolling and the sea wind blowing disappeared.

Scott realized that he couldn't hear any sound. He turned his head and watched Rimbaud open his mouth, but he couldn't hear what it was saying.

[A place of silence, a tower extending toward the center of the earth. ]
Is this what is meant by A Quiet Place?

Scott stretched out his hand, stroked Rimbaud's feathers, and calmed down its restlessness.

He turned around and found that he could no longer see the grass where the roots of the standing stones connected.

I don't know when it started, a layer of white fog covered the entire grassland.

The mist rolled, like stagnant water, and the "water level" rose slowly.

Soon, the dense fog had covered half of the standing stone.

Scott stood on the edge of the cape, quietly watching this miraculous scene.

The tumbling fog seems to be confined by the moat around the standing stone.

Inside and outside the trench are almost two different worlds.

Just then, out of the corner of Scott's eye, he saw brighter colors.

He turned his head and looked east.

On the horizon, the area of ​​the red glow is spreading, infecting half of the sky.

Where the most brilliant color is, the rising sun that has not yet appeared is obviously about to emerge.

Scott still couldn't hear more.

He tried to open his mouth to say a few words.

He could feel the vibrations in his throat and chest, but he couldn't even hear a sound.

He felt Rimbaud dance on his shoulder and pat him again with his wings.

Scott glanced at it, and followed its guidance to look at the standing stone.

At this time, the inside of the circle of trenches has become a white world.

Only a small section of the tallest standing stones remained unsubmerged by the dense fog.

Scott took out the [magic mirror] and checked the screen monitored by his "eye" installed on the standing stone.

But the fog was so thick that he couldn't see anything.

Looking back at the sun with the golden edge, Scott walked forward for a distance, came to the edge of the trench, and spread the magic perception.

But he was shocked to find that he had failed.

The magical perception that was invincible in the past, after entering the mist, it completely melted like a mud cow into the sea.

Scott could not perceive anything in the fog.

His face became a little dignified.

It's really unusual here.

Anomalies beyond imagination.

Losing the omnipotent magic perception, Scott felt extremely uncomfortable as if he was experiencing blindness for the first time.

He has almost forgotten how he spent the time when he couldn't perceive his surroundings in the past.

Rimbaud patted him again with his wings.

Scott looked out to sea again.

At this time, the golden sun has already poked its head out from the sea level, reflecting a golden road on the sea surface.

The light of the morning sun shines on the dense fog in the standing stone circle, like watercolor, dyeing the white fog with a thin layer of warm color.

But Scott was having a hard time right now.

[The island of the extreme northern island group, the longest day of the day, the place where the shadow of the standing stone points. ]
Standing stone shrouded in dense fog, where does the shadow come from?
(End of this chapter)