Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 508

This afternoon, Scott and his group of delegations who went to France to participate in the Triwizard Tournament finally returned to Hogwarts.

The pointed tower pierced through the clouds and landed slowly on the lawn near the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.

Soon, many of the windows of Hogwarts Castle were opened.

The students who were in class no longer cared about the classroom discipline, and crowded together one after another, poking their heads out of the windows.

"They're back!"

"The champion is back!"

"Oh!"

"howare you guys?"

Many people are waving in this direction.

Cheers resounded through the castle as Scott and the others followed Dumbledore out of the tower gate.

It seemed that the professors simply stopped teaching, and it didn't take long before all the students ran out of the castle.

"Go ahead, Scott."

Dumbledore patted Scott on the shoulder.

"Welcome to your applause."

"Don't forget this!"

Roger stuffs the Triwizard Tournament trophy into Scott's arms.

Everyone around the lawn began to applaud enthusiastically.

Scott glanced at familiar faces.

"Thank you."

Holding the trophy in his hand, he bowed slightly.

In the uninterrupted applause, he straightened up and raised the trophy in his hand.

"Victory belongs to Hogwarts!"

He yelled aloud.

"Victory belongs to Hogwarts!"

Everyone shouted after him.

"Scott!"

Eddie moved his fat body and quickly ran to Scott.

"congratulations!"

He opened his hands enthusiastically, took the trophy in Scott's hand, jumped with excitement, and raised the trophy with both hands.

"Oh! Let me see!"

"Don't steal!"

The trophy was quickly snatched from him.

The students gathered together and seemed to want to hold the trophy and have fun for a while.

Eddie couldn't squeeze his way into the crowd, so he whispered to Scott.

"I have good news for you, Scott."

Scott gave him a questioning look.

Eddie lowered his voice, "The peripheral products of the Triwizard Tournament have sold like crazy."

He held out his hand in a money gesture.

"We have earned a lot, thanks to you winning the championship, we can earn more in the future!"

"Can not believe it!"

Milton came over and said happily.

"We all saw the 'live' of your game and couldn't believe how strong you have become, Scott!"

"I know the champion must be you, Scott."

Luna also ran to Scott.

"Thank you." Scott winked at her. "The gift you gave me earlier helped me a lot, especially the vicuna skull."

"Oh……"

Luna understood.

"So your adventure went well?"

"Yeah, it's pretty safe in general," Scott said.

"That's good." Luna was very happy.

Then the other students joined in, and everyone seemed willing to have a chat with Scott.

For the rest of the Hogwarts delegation, they had been away for the better part of a year.

It is always a pleasure to reunite after a long absence. Everyone is chatting eagerly, and the lawn is full of laughter.

At this time, Dumbledore waved his wand and the tower flew up and landed on the roof of the auditorium again.

He announced in public that a celebratory banquet would be held in the evening, which again aroused cheers.

After talking with his classmates for a while, Scott turned and walked to Professor Flitwick who was looking at him with a smile.

"As a Ravenclaw, my performance should be qualified, Professor." He said to Professor Flitwick with a smile.

"Oh, of course, you are an outstanding student at Ravenclaw College!" Professor Flitwick said excitedly, "You are doing great, Scott!"

That night, Hogwarts was decorated with lights, and everyone was as happy as a festival.

After the dinner, Scott and his roommates went back to Ravenclaw Tower together, but the Weasley twins suddenly ran over and blocked their way.

"Oh, Scott."

Fred was lounging like a bully, leaning against a pillar in the hallway.

"Don't forget, there are still some things you haven't explained."

George also looked at him curiously, "I heard from Fred that you disappeared for a few days and became much stronger after you came back."

Scott smiled helplessly.

"You two brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you hurry up to catch up on the old days and have a good time?"

Fred and George looked at each other and made a sick face at the same time.

Roger suddenly threw his arms around Scott's neck.

"Fred and George were right, Scott, and you said you'd tell us."

"Alright alright."

Scott could only raise his hands in surrender.

In the past, he was afraid of hurting his friends, so he could only hide many things.

But now there is no need to hide those things.

On the one hand, it was because he had been promoted through super magic and had become powerful.

On the other hand, it was because Medea was interrupted by him and Dumbledore together.

Now Medea must be busy dealing with the curse that Voldemort gave her, presumably she won't come out to make trouble again in a short time.

"Come on, let's find a quiet place."

Scott turned and motioned for them to follow.

A group of people came to the Black Lake Wharf under the cliff next to the auditorium.

Scott waved his wand, directly enlarged a small boat parked by the pier, and stepped on it.

When everyone was aboard, he waved his wand again.

Soon, several oars grew out of the side of the boat, and they started rowing automatically.

"Where do you start..."

Facing the curious gazes of several people, Scott organized his language.

"Sure enough, we still have to start with a prophecy from Professor Trelawney..."

In this way, the boat drifted on the Black Lake for a long time, until Scott finished telling the story.

After that, the other five people didn't speak for a while, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

"What's the matter with you guys?" Scott said with a smile, "I've already finished talking, you should be satisfied!"

"Sorry, Scott, I never knew."

Milton was crying as soon as he opened his mouth.

"This kind of thing...you must have been under a lot of pressure..."

"In comparison, the things I encountered are nothing...but I have been asking you for help..."

"Oh, don't say that, I will feel guilty if you do this." Scott said, "What's more, your affairs are not unimportant. I always think that family is the most important thing."

Even as he said that, Milton still looked guilty.

Roger then said to him: "Man, I'm sorry, although I don't want to admit it, but I don't seem to be able to help you with this kind of thing..."

His tone was quite low.

"Of course, feel free to speak up if necessary, and I will try my best to do what I can."

"For me, does it count as helping you make money?" Eddie said, "By the way, I think your share ratio can be increased a bit."

As he spoke, he looked at the Weasley twins.

"what do y'all think?"

"We have no opinion."

Fred and George said in unison.

"Don't do that." Scott waved his hand, "I'm not short of money, don't forget, I still have a bonus of one thousand galleons."

Fred gave a rare sigh.

"Oh, I have to say, you're much better than Harry, Scott."

"That's right!" George interjected, "Harry's enemy is You-Know-Who, but your enemy is You-Know-Who's ancestor!"

"We're probably no match for that old monkey in Slytherin."

"Probably no match for Slytherin's daughter."

Both of them looked at Scott very seriously.

"But there's nothing we can't do."

"No matter what, a group of people is better than one."

"Even Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century, founded the Order of the Phoenix to deal with the You-Know-Who."

"This is a secret that we only found out by eavesdropping on what Mom and Dad were saying."

"I believe you will not be the kind of fool who insists on fighting alone!"

Hearing what they said, Scott's three roommates also echoed.

"Yes."

"They were right."

"I... I feel the same way."

"Then..." Fred raised his arms, "I declare that in order to defeat Slytherin and save our friend Scott, the Black Lake Society is hereby established!"

George raised his arms first, then looked at Fred with disgust.

"Black Lake Club? Are you serious? It's too ugly, I think it's better to call it Black Ship Club!"

"Huh? How does the Black Ship Club sound better than the Black Lake Club?"

"Then call it Monkey Killer!"

"This is even worse!"

The two argued endlessly and began to wrestle.

Aboard the rocking boat, no one else was involved in the naming war between the twins.

But Roger and Eddie also started to come up with ideas.

"Eagle Club?"

"The Ravens?"

Even Milton said in a tearful tone: "I... I prefer the name Death Movement..."

"stop."

Scott crossed his hands.

"There is no club, no meeting, and no group!"

Putting down his hands, he continued: "Of course I'm very happy that you are willing to help me, but let's avoid setting up an organization or something."

Fred and George immediately stopped fighting and spoke in protest.

"No, having an organization name would make us look cooler!"

"Yes, we should do something cooler!"

"I have a hunch that our organization will surpass the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Yes, our organization will be ten thousand times better than the Death Eaters!"

The three roommates also looked at Scott expectantly.

Why didn't I know that I was surrounded by a group of secondary illnesses!

Scott put his hand to his forehead.

In the process of bending over, the [Odin's Eye] hung around his neck swayed.

Reaching out to hold the eye-shaped pendant, he was stunned.

Suddenly, he thought of the [Asgardian] school and their ultimate ideal.

"I want to ask you a question."

He looked seriously at his friends.

"What happened to me in that adventure, there is a story about the [Asgardian] school, I have just told you."

"What do you think about their ultimate ideal?"

"You mean..." Fred's eyes widened, "to create a new world with only wizards and magic?"

Scott nodded.

"Cool!" Fred excitedly raised his hands in agreement, "Is this the goal of our organization?"

George stroked his chin, "In this case, it is indeed much cooler than killing the old monkey."

Scott looked at the two helplessly.

"Okay." Fred said seriously, "I don't know what to say, but I hope to have a new world like that."

George nodded, "I'm also looking forward to it. If that's the case, we won't be bound by the secrecy law."

"I see, the two of you agree."

Scott looks at his three roommates.

"And what about you?"

Roger thought for a while, and said, "Not to mention whether it can be done, I think even if it is done, there will be good and bad."

"How?" Scott asked curiously about his point of view.

"There are many benefits."

Eddie interrupted suddenly.

"The biggest advantage is that wizards don't have to live in hiding like they do now, and it can also avoid large-scale conflicts between wizards and Muggles."

Roger added, "Also, if wizards get rid of the influence of Muggles and let go of their hands and feet, they will definitely be able to develop a magical civilization unique to wizards."

"If it's bad..."

Milton had stopped crying, and was also thinking seriously.

"Separate wizards and Muggles completely, and wizards will be even more ignorant of Muggles."

"Without the buffer of Muggles, wizards with different customs and different magical concepts from all over the world get together, and conflicts are likely to erupt."

"Oh, and how do little Muggle-born wizards go to school? And all Muggle-born wizards, what about their Muggle families?"

"That's all I can think of for now."

After listening to Milton, Fred said: "But I think the good still outweighs the bad."

George also said optimistically: "If wizards from all over the world can work closely together, our magical world will definitely become better."

"You're right." Milton was a little embarrassed, "Maybe I'm too pessimistic."

"No, you're right, Milton," said Scott. "Of course Fred and George are right too."

Fred and George rolled their eyes together.

Scott continued to say indifferently: "Of course there will be advantages and disadvantages in everything. What we have to do is to try to amplify the good and eliminate the bad as much as possible."

"There are many problems that we can find solutions to."

"Compared with creating the world itself, these difficulties are not worth mentioning."

Fred and George were excited again.

"so……"

"Have you decided?"

Scott nodded.

He had actually thought about it before...

"Life is still very long, always find a great goal, and then work hard to achieve it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and looked at his friends with a smile.

"Well, do you want to join?"

"Such a fun thing, of course count me in!"

Fred immediately reached out and put his hand on Scott's.

"And I."

George followed.

"I'll join."

Roger held out his hand.

"How can I do without me!"

Eddie held out his hand.

"I……"

Milton hesitated.

Scott looked at him, smiled and said, "Milton, I know you have already made plans for the future, going to Vienna to study music."

Milton nodded slightly.

"But that doesn't conflict with our goals."

Scott continued.

"Creating a new world is an ideal and a long-term goal. Even if it takes our whole life, it may not be enough."

"In short, don't be embarrassed, do what you want."

"I... I join!"

Milton also held out his hand.

"My magic is not powerful, and I may not be able to help much, but I am willing to work hard to realize that beautiful ultimate ideal."

"it is good."

Scott laughed.

Six boys, six hands together.

At this moment, in Scott's eyes, everyone was smiling with serious eyes.

After letting go of his hand, Fred couldn't wait to ask, "Then what is the name of the organization?"

Scott thought about it.

"The "Bible·Old Testament·Genesis" records that human beings in the past once united to build towers that could lead to heaven."

"In order to prevent human's plan, God made human beings speak different languages, so that human beings could not communicate with each other. As a result, the plan failed, and human beings have been scattered since then."

"Of course, it's just a story."

"But the purpose of our organization is to create a new world of wizards and magic."

"For this, we need to unite all wizards in the world."

"So, let's name it after the tower in the story."

"It's called—"

"Tower of Babel."

(End of this chapter)