The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Faced with Eddie's inquiry, Scott smiled helplessly, "Medea has left Hogwarts, and there may be a huge change in the magic world."

"Did she really kill Lockhart and that Yaxley?" Eddie stared with some horror, "Fortunately, you and Milton are fine."

Scott shook his head and said no more.

Next, he took a shower first, and changed the whole set of sheets and bedding on the bed, and then he was refreshed and ready to eat.

"By the way." He asked Eddie, "How many people know that I was also there last night?"

He was taken there by Dumbledore's phoenix last night, so not many people should know about it.

Eddie patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, only Roger and I know, or he told us when we went to Professor Flitwick to find out the situation."

"Carlo didn't say anything?" Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Carlo?" Eddie asked in surprise, "Is he there too? I haven't seen him."

"He's not in the school hospital?" Scott was also surprised.

Eddie shook his head.

Scott thought that he hoped Dumbledore would take him to the Ministry of Magic for questioning.

If that guy didn't get the prison punishment he deserved, he wouldn't mind doing it himself.

At this moment, Scott suddenly felt that it was good to have a Medea in the magic world.

It would be best if he could involve most of the energy of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, so that he would not have to be restrained no matter what he did.

Otherwise, it would be a bit aggrieved that he couldn't kill someone who wanted to kill him.

Just like last night.

Didn't Scott want to kill Carrow and Yaxley directly?

Of course he wanted to, but he knew he couldn't do that.

After all, it was not a good idea to kill someone in Dumbledore's sight.

Even if it was for self-defense, it was better not to do it.

A student who could kill people cleanly and neatly would likely be targeted by the old principal, making his situation even more uncomfortable.

Of course, reason made Scott make the best choice for himself.

But he was not a completely rational person after all, and of course there would be some negative emotions in his heart.

Scott and Eddie came to the hall. It was almost dinner time, and students were sitting at the long table one after another.

Scott saw that many students looked unhappy, and the atmosphere in the hall was a little solemn.

Even if everyone was discussing, they were just whispering, and no one spoke loudly.

Maybe what happened last night was too scary.

Scott just walked to the long table of Ravenclaw and sat down, and saw Harry walking towards him.

"Scott."

He asked softly.

"Excuse me, can you come with me?"

As he spoke, he looked back.

Scott looked in the direction, and it was indeed Ron and Hermione, who were standing at the door of the hall.

"You want to ask about yesterday?" Scott whispered to Harry.

Harry smiled shyly and nodded, "Can I?"

Scott was a little surprised, "How did you know to ask me?"

Harry scratched his head a little tangled, but still said, "Fred let it slip."

Scott turned his head and looked straight at Fred at the Gryffindor table.

Fred over there clearly felt his gaze, but he pretended not to feel it and kept turning his head to look in another direction.

Scott stared at him for a few seconds before retracting his gaze.

Then, he stood up and whispered in Harry's ear: "I can only tell you one thing, Harry, what happened yesterday has nothing to do with Voldemort."

"You..."

Harry looked up at him in surprise.

"You called him by his name!"

He looked at Scott as if he was looking at a like-minded friend.

Is your focus a little distorted?

Scott couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to tell the child directly that he was just saying it casually, but he didn't mean to join the savior team.

"If you want to know the details later, go ask Dumbledore." He said to Harry again.

At this time, he saw Dumbledore walking into the auditorium with the professors.

"Ah, he's here."

Scott pointed at the professors and turned back to sit.

Harry looked back and ran back quickly.

Dumbledore led all the professors of the school and walked to the front of the auditorium under the gaze of the students.

After the professors sat down in the teachers' seats, Dumbledore walked forward alone.

At this moment, the auditorium was quiet, and everyone was looking at him, waiting for his speech.

Dumbledore's expression was a little heavy. He swept his eyes around the auditorium before finally speaking.

"I believe everyone knows that something happened in Hogwarts last night, an unprecedented big thing."

He said straight to the point.

"I had a battle with a terrible enemy hidden in Hogwarts. Unfortunately, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lockhart, died in the battle last night."

That's also called a battle?

Scott complained in his heart.

At this time, he heard some sobbing sounds coming from all around.

He found that many female students present had red eyes.

"Professor Lockhart is really brave."

"Maybe we all blamed him wrongly..."

"I said... How could a wizard who can write those works... be a waste..."

"Isn't it the enemy who deserves attention? How could someone kill Professor Lockhart under Dumbledore's protection?"

"It's terrible!"

Scott found that many people actually believed Dumbledore's statement.

"I need to remind everyone that a terrible enemy has escaped from Hogwarts."

Dumbledore continued, his eyes always scanning the students.

"Her identity is a little special." He paused, "but I can guarantee that what I said is true."

"Who is it?"

"It's actually a witch?"

Hearing that Dumbledore said "her", the students were surprised to discuss again.

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, tapped the cup with her wand.

When the hall returned to silence, Dumbledore said the name, "Medea Slytherin, she is the daughter of Salazar Slytherin."

"What?"

"How is it possible?"

At this moment, the students were stunned, and many people couldn't help but stand up.

"This must be a lie..."

"Slytherin's daughter?"

"How can a wizard live a thousand years?"

"Is the legend of Avalon true?"

"Maybe Slytherin taught her an evil black magic."

The students from the other three colleges all looked at the Slytherin table curiously.

Scott also looked over and saw many wonderful expressions.

Happiness, suspicion, pride, fear...

The Slytherin students, especially those of pure-blood origin, seemed to have complicated feelings at the moment.

No one's face was pure joy.

"So they are afraid too?"

Eddie whispered beside Scott.

"I thought they would be ecstatic after hearing this news."

What's so strange about this.

Scott glanced at him.

Those people clamoring for pure-bloodism are just protecting their own interests.

An old monster who suddenly appeared, who knows what her attitude is.

The pure-blood wizards are just using Slytherin's reputation as a banner. Others don't know, don't they know it themselves?