The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Are you coming with us? Scott."

Harry invites Scott, seemingly trying to drag him down.

"No."

Scott shook his head quickly and decisively refused.

"Thank you for the invitation. I won't go. After all, Hagrid and I are not familiar with each other."

As the executioner who killed the whole family of Hagrid's friends, it would have been too embarrassing for him to go to the funeral.

Although, maybe Hagrid doesn't know that he is the murderer.

Saying goodbye to the trio, Scott continued walking towards the castle.

In the afternoon, Scott came to the ancient magic text classroom on time and knocked on a black wooden door inlaid with golden ancient magic text next to the bookshelf in the classroom.

"Please come in."

A somewhat stiff voice came out, and Scott felt the magic wave becoming active on the door, and the door opened automatically.

"Good afternoon, Professor Babling."

Scott walked into Professor Babling's office and closed the door.

"You came."

Professor Babling did not look up.

She was holding an extremely worn book in her hands and looking through it, while a white quill pen was writing quickly and automatically on the table.

The office was quiet except for the sound of Professor Babling turning the pages of the book and the sound of the quill scratching the surface of the parchment.

Although there is a large black clock with continuously rotating hands hanging on the wall behind Professor Babling, the movement of the hands is silent.

Professor Babling is a witch whose age is hard to tell.

Her hair is all gray, but there are only some wrinkles on her face. Her dark golden eyes are always particularly bright.

She was even more meticulous in her dressing than Professor McGonagall, and her hair was always combed into a neat bun.

Except during class time, her tone of voice was very stiff at other times.

It is said that no one has ever seen her smile.

Of course, neither did Scott.

Scott walked quietly to her desk and sat on a high stool.

"You should have read the book list I gave you last week, so you should have understood all the questions you asked last week."

Professor Babuling was still focused on her own affairs and didn't even look at him.

But Scott is used to it.

Professor Babling is like this every Sunday during question time, communicating with him while doing her own thing.

"Already understand."

Scott explained his understanding.

After listening to what he said, Professor Babuling just nodded.

Afterwards, Scott took out the parchment that Mike gave him for Christmas with "recipe" written on it.

"Professor." He handed the parchment to Professor Babbling, "Can you decipher this parchment?"

"Um?"

Professor Babling glanced at the parchment in Scott's hand, and finally raised her head.

"This is……"

She reached out and took the parchment and looked at it carefully several times.

"Where did it come from?" she asked.

"My father got it by accident," Scott said. "He's an antiques dealer."

"Muggle?" Professor Babbling asked again.

Scott nodded, "Yes."

"This is an alchemist's manuscript." Professor Babling handed the parchment back, "It's a bit difficult to decipher."

This also means that she is not interested in this piece of paper.

"Thanks."

Scott felt helpless and took the parchment back.

"Don't take this kind of thing too seriously."

Professor Babling said again.

"The level of alchemists has always been mixed. And alchemy itself is moving forward. Even if you spend a lot of effort to decipher this manuscript, you may not get anything valuable."

She reached under the table and pulled out a large book and placed it in front of Scott.

"If you want to decipher it, this book can be loaned to you."

Scott looked at the book.

It was an old book that was all black and looked a little dirty.

The original gilded font on the cover of the book has shown serious wear and tear, but Scott can still vaguely make out it - "Medieval Alchemical Terms".

"thank you."

Scott picked up the book.

Then, he asked a few more questions about ancient magic texts. After getting a book list, he ended the day's question time.

He returned to the common room of Ravenclaw House, sat on the sofa in front of the window, and opened the old book.

After flipping through it quickly, Scott understood the general content of the book.

In addition to introducing the metaphors of alchemy's esoteric symbols and words, such as "sun" referring to "gold" or "Sunday", the book also introduces the ways in which alchemists often encrypted manuscripts.

Once Scott understands this, he can have a certain basic understanding of the encryption method of the "recipe".

Of course, this cannot help him directly decipher the manuscript. At most, it can only give him some ideas.

Scott felt that this matter was not a high priority for him, so he decided to take his time in deciphering the manuscript as a long-term task.

Just then, an owl flew down from the starry dome of the common room and dropped a letter in front of Scott.

Scott caught the snow-white envelope and found that there was no writing on it.

He looked at the sturdy owl.

The owl stared at him twice, cooed twice, spread its wings and flew out again, and got out of the owl-specific passage on the dome.

Scott opened the letter curiously, unfolded the paper and read it.

[How are you, boy.

I don’t know if you have gone to pick up the gift I left for you. I think you must be very satisfied, right?

Of course, if you haven't picked it up yet, please do so as soon as possible.

If you don't pick up the gift within three days, it will be automatically destroyed.

Go ahead, boy.

I can see your ambition and hope you can grow up as soon as possible.

I'm looking forward to your future.

MS]

Medea?

Scott was so surprised that Medea would write him such a letter.

Is she urging him to take risks?

Scott begins to doubt Medea's motives. What is she trying to do?

He even doubted whether there was really a gift there.

If it was just a trap, wouldn't he be trapped?

But if Scott were to give up like this, he would not be willing to do so.

After thinking for a long time, Scott decided to go there.

But for the sake of safety, he decided to ask the Weasley twins to borrow the Marauder's Map first, and then make some other preparations.

During dinner time, Scott blocked the Weasley twins at the door of the Great Hall.

"Hey, Fred, George."

He waved and called the two of them aside.

"What's the matter, Scott?" Fred asked curiously, "What happened to you again?"

"You must take us with you this time!" George emphasized.

"……No."

Scott denied, then held out his hand.

"I'd like to borrow your map."

Fred and George's eyes changed immediately.

"There must be something wrong with you, Sly Scott."

"Want to go on an adventure secretly alone?"

Both brothers stared at Scott suspiciously.