Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 545
After dinner that day, Scott received a long-lost message from William.

[She has woken up! ]
[Although I haven't seen her yet, I can feel it! ]
Scott quickly responded to him.

[Is there any sign? ]
William's message came again soon.

[I have no idea! ]

[There is no obvious sign, but I just feel that something is wrong, she must be back! ]
[Maybe everyone is too quiet. ]
Scott understood what he meant.

In many cases, definite evidence is not needed to determine one thing, and some clues that would otherwise be ignored will remind the subconscious mind.

This can also be said to be a kind of intuition.

So he sent William a few more messages.

[Please calm down. ]
[We have been looking for her. ]
[If you find anything over there, please let me know. ]
[I see. ]
[If there are new changes, I will let you know. ]
[Remember you promised me. ]
Ending the exchange of information with William, Scott didn't think too much.

Medea woke up from the curse, but never showed up, and the All Witches Council she led fell into silence.

He couldn't tell whether Medea was just recharging her energy, or planning something secretly.

It is meaningless to dwell on these things, all he can do is use all the time to improve his strength.

He has made an agreement with Professor Flitwick that he can go to his office to borrow Ravenclaw's crown from time to time, and use the power of the crown to accelerate the understanding of newly acquired knowledge.

Of course, Professor Flitwick himself was fascinated by the new knowledge Scott shared.

Fast forward to the last weekend before Christmas.

This morning, accompanied by Dumbledore, Scott came to the rebuilt residence of Sir Merlin.

Scott was not the only one who received the honor ceremony that day. When they arrived, many well-dressed witches and wizards had already gathered in the courtyard.

The arrival of Dumbledore and Scott attracted a lot of attention.

"Albus, my old friend..."

Immediately, a wizard came over to greet Dumbledore, and naturally brought the topic to Scott.

Scott kept shaking hands with different people, while shaking hands while bowing his head in a show of humility.

Of course, it is also necessary to deal with all kinds of verbal temptations.

Because of the dissemination of the "video" of the Triwizard Tournament, especially Scott's performance in the third round, everyone knew clearly that he now possessed superhuman magical attainments.

There are not a few wizards who are interested in him. He has already reached such a level at such a young age. People are very curious about how he did it.

Although everyone at the scene seemed to appreciate him and said a lot of nice things, Scott knew very well that not everyone was kind.

This point is very clear to Scott, who can perceive the nature and fluctuation of everyone's magic power.

Facing those euphemistic or direct temptations, Scott replied in unison that everything was thanks to the careful teaching of the Hogwarts professors.

Dumbledore on the side also chimed in, saying that it was all because Scott was too talented.

Although it was impossible to ask why Scott was so powerful, some wizards did not give up talking to him.

These people are generally very interested in Scott's future choices, and some even inquire about whether he has a girlfriend.

Scott was struggling to deal with it, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure quietly walking into the courtyard.

That walking posture like a parade of poisonous snakes, that black robe flying up and down, that long greasy hair, that bitter and vengeful face...

It was Snape.

As Scott turned his head suddenly, others followed his gaze, and the moment they saw Snape, everyone stopped talking.

The originally lively courtyard suddenly became quiet.

But Snape didn't care about that, he walked towards Dumbledore and Scott without changing his face.

"Oh, Severus."

Dumbledore immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

But Snape didn't return his same enthusiasm.

He just nodded very slightly, and said coldly: "Long time no see, Albus."

Scott smiled apologetically at the wizards in front of him, and walked over.

"Hello, Professor Snape."

He took the initiative and politely greeted the former Potions Professor.

"Hello... Mr. Trollope."

Snape turned to look at him.

Those black eyes were as empty as ever, and his tone of voice was as weird as ever.

"Don't call me Professor, Ravenclaw Champion, because I don't serve at Hogwarts anymore."

"..."

Scott didn't expect that he would be ridiculed when he said hello.

Snape was indeed very unpleasant.

But Snape didn't let him go so easily.

"I think you should stand with the bright people and accept their compliments instead of talking to a former Death Eater that people avoid."

Scott smiled.

"Aren't you an undercover agent of justice? With the evidence provided by Professor Dumbledore, you have been exonerated at the trial."

"Oh." Snape smirked ugly, "Should I say thank you, Albus?"

"No, that's what I should do, Severus." Dumbledore smiled too.

Scott added, "The Daily Prophet also reported on your deeds, Mr. Snape, I remember the headline was... oh, 'He is the great Slytherin, the lone hero of justice'..."

"To shut up."

Snape made a disgusted expression.

"Don't be embarrassed, Severus." Dumbledore said with a smile, "You are really brave."

Snape's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said, "You know very well that everything I did was not for some damn justice!"

Dumbledore said seriously: "It's over, Severus, you should learn to reconcile with those past..."

"Don't lecture me!" Snape was inexplicably irritable, "This is none of your business!"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, but said nothing more.

With the arrival of Ms. Burns, the Minister of Magic, the honor ceremony began.

The whole ceremony was a bit lackluster.

The representative of Sir Merlin presided over, explained the deeds of wizards who had made contributions in the past wars, and awarded medals, while others applauded with smiles.

Scott always felt that the hypocrisy of this kind of scene could be compared with the awards ceremony in the entertainment industry.

But he went through the process very cooperatively, got a shiny first-class medal, and then stepped down amidst applause and smiles.

Not because he likes the honor of being judged and bestowed by others.

But because of this medal, it will be much easier for him to do many things in the future.

Snape was also awarded a second class medal for his "just and brave" undercover journey.

But this gentleman was not so cooperative, he almost finished the process with a long face.

Of course, the applause he got at the end was also sparse.

After he stepped off the stage, Scott asked softly while applauding, "You don't seem very happy?"

Snape said, "Unlike you, Trollope, it doesn't look like much to me."

Scott asked again, "Then why did you come to the honor ceremony?"

"It's well deserved, and a Slytherin wouldn't refuse honor," Snape said matter-of-factly.

After the honor ceremony, it was dinner time.

In order to avoid endless probing and wooing by others, Scott stood with Snape the whole time.

Snape, who always had a dark face, really scared away many people who tried to talk to him.

At this time, Scott only needs to give the other party an apologetic smile.

Of course Snape was aware of Scott's "use" of him, but for some unknown reason, he didn't sarcastically address this point, but chatted with Scott casually.

Maybe it was because of breaking away from the status of a professor, at this moment Scott felt that Snape could still speak well.

By the end of the dinner, Snape had a long speech to him.

"Mr. Trollope, if there is any potion formula that you can't brew in the future, remember to come to your former potion professor."

"If you haven't forgotten everything I taught you, you should see clearly..."

He stared intently into Scott's eyes.

"I, Severus Snape, am a better master of potions than Damocles Belby."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Scott to respond.

Watching his black robe fluttering back, Scott finally understood the reason why the former potions master's attitude changed at the dinner just now.

Obviously, it was because they knew that Scott and Damocles Belby had traded the formula of the enchantment potion.

"Scott, my father wants to see you."

The day before the Christmas holiday, Milton suddenly said to Scott.

"No problem." Scott agreed. "Where is the location?"

"My flat in London," Milton said.

Scott nodded, "I'll go back with you."

After the Christmas holiday, Scott and his friends took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station in London.

Afterwards, he bid farewell to the others and returned with Milton outside his flat in London.

This is an old apartment building with a red exterior, although it looks old, it is clean and beautiful.

They walked into the hall under the watchful eye of the apartment manager.

There was no elevator in the apartment, so they took the stairs to the fifth floor.

"It's... it's here."

Milton stood outside the room numbered "502" and took out the key from his pocket.

Scott noticed that his tone was agitated, and the hand holding the key was shaking slightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I am fine."

Milton shook his head, took a deep breath, inserted the key into the lock, and twisted the door.

"Please come in..."

Halfway through his words, he stood still, and the key in his hand fell to the floor with a "clack".

Scott glanced over.

When he saw Mr. Graves sitting on the sofa and a lady in a black robe and hood, he understood something.

"Go ahead."

He pushed Milton's back lightly, walked into the room by himself, closed the door behind him, drew out his wand and quickly cast a few spells.

At this moment, Mr. Graves and the masked lady beside him also stood up from the sofa.

The lady trembled all over, took a step forward, and then stopped hesitantly.

Milton stared at her, bit his lower lip tightly, didn't speak, and didn't take any action.

"You are here."

Mr. Graves broke the silence by speaking up.

The moment he spoke, the lady raised her hand and lifted the hood, revealing a haggard face.

She has some of Milton's long brown hair and brown eyes.

At this moment, her eyes just looked straight at Milton, and she couldn't see anyone else. Her bloodless lips trembled, but she couldn't speak.

"Father, mother."

Milton's low and inaudible voice sounded.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Scott could hear that he was trying to suppress his emotions.

His expression was a little numb, as if he didn't know how to face it.

"Milton!"

Milton's mother finally rushed up and hugged him tightly with open arms.

"sorry."

Tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Sorry……"

She kept apologizing, as if she didn't know what else to say besides "I'm sorry".

Milton's expression was still a little numb, as if he was still out of the situation.

He blinked, his eyes flushed.

"Don't say sorry," he whispered, "I'm fine."

"Do not……"

Milton's mother kept shaking her head when she heard the words, choked up and couldn't speak.

Scott looked at Mr. Graves, who was still standing there.

Mr. Graves held out his hand, signaling him to leave here first.

Scott nodded, and followed him out of the living room and into the study.

"Please sit down."

Mr. Graves' voice was hoarse.

Scott glanced at the deep crease between his brows, and sat down on the armchair by the window.

Mr. Graves rubbed the space between his brows and sat down on another sofa across the small round table.

"Sorry for asking you to come here at this time." He apologized.

Scott shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Mr. Graves was silent for a while before speaking, "In the eyes of you friends of Milton, I must not be a good father."

Scott smiled awkwardly, without denying it.

Mr. Graves added: "I am indeed an incompetent man. Because of my incompetence, I have hurt my wife and children."

Scott was even more embarrassed.

He didn't understand why this gentleman wanted to talk to him about the failure of such a middle-aged man.

Fortunately, Mr. Graves' gaffe was only temporary, and he quickly recovered his emotions.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have told you this."

He smiled wryly.

"You're still a child, too."

Scott continued his awkward silence.

"cough."

Mr. Graves coughed lightly.

"I called you here this time because there are some things that can only be explained clearly in person."

"I originally wanted to contact Dumbledore, but he said that this matter can be left to you."

"I also know your deeds, Scott, so I have no objection to this."

Hearing this, Scott cheered up.

"If it's Medea's news, please tell me, it's closely related to me."

(End of this chapter)