The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

When night fell, Scott stayed alone in his bedroom.

Ever since Scott agreed to use arithmetic to make money, Eddie has been active with the Weasley twins.

Scott doesn't want to worry about how they operate, as long as the screened customers are brought to him.

Roger is struggling on the Quidditch pitch.

After the time entered February, the Quidditch competition between the four major colleges became more and more intense.

Nowadays, the four teams are working hard to seize all the time to train, even at night.

Milton also went to the classical music club to practice piano, and in this regard, he wasted almost no time after school.

Scott sat on the single sofa in front of the dormitory window, playing with a red gem in his hand.

This is the gift Medea gave him, a one-time magic stone.

He hasn't had time to take a good look at this treasure since he got it. At this moment, his roommates were away, so he just took it out to study it.

In the perception of magic power, this magic stone is like an aggregate of high-concentration magic power, exuding magic power fluctuations as conspicuous as the sun at all times.

Scott put it in his hand and rubbed it. He looked at it for a long time and couldn't see why.

Of course, he wasn't surprised.

Although this is only a one-time magic stone, it is still a magic stone.

If it were so easy to see something, then the Philosopher's Stone could not be called the highest achievement of alchemy.

Scott was more thinking about whether to use it or not.

As long as he uses this one-time magic stone, he can get a highly intelligent transformation product.

According to his assumptions, the complete form of Raven Rambo would also be of great help to him in battle, which would undoubtedly directly enhance his strength.

But this is the Philosopher's Stone.

There is only one piece.

Once it's used, it's gone.

Although Scott has no idea where to start at the moment, he still wants to study it.

If he could master the method of making this one-time magic stone, wouldn't he make a lot of money?

Not to mention other functions, if disposable magic stones are used as consumables in battle...

He can use modern magic spells to play the turret style of ancient magic spells.

How do you say that……

More is beauty, bigger is better, caliber is justice, turret is truth...

A bucket-sized curse that transforms a single target into a group attack. I wonder if you are afraid of it!

Just thinking about it made Scott almost drool.

But he could only think about it.

This is obviously unrealistic.

He tossed the warm stone in his hand.

This thing is obviously not that easy to make, and it may require a huge price to pay.

Otherwise, Slytherin and Medea would have played tricks a thousand years ago.

After all, I'm not stupid.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

Suddenly, Scott heard the glass of the window behind him being knocked.

He turned around and saw a strange owl standing on the windowsill, looking at him with round golden eyes.

Scott saw the letter on its feet.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

The owl met his eyes and pecked the glass three more times, as if urging him.

"coming."

Scott got up and walked over and opened the window.

"Gugu..."

The owl hooted twice and raised its foot that was holding the envelope.

"Thank you."

Scott reached out to take the letter, took out a bag of biscuits from the cabinet and placed it in front of it.

"Gugu..."

The owl looked at the biscuit, grabbed the biscuit bag with its talons and flew away.

Scott closed the window and then sat down again to read the letter in his hand.

Another blank envelope.

Could it be Medea again?

He opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, unfolded it and read it.

[Dear Mr. Trollope, hello.

I took the liberty to write.

I am a follower of MS lady, Katie Shafiq.

By the way, I am not a member of the Shafiq family, one of the twenty-eight holy tribes. That family was completely cut off after the 1930s.

I'm a half-blood wizard who just happens to be named Shafiq. ]

When Scott saw this, he felt a little weird.

What's this?

What does your last name have to do with me?

He complained silently and continued reading.

[Thanks to the great Ms. MS, she is fundamentally different from other pure-blood wizards.

She didn't look down on me because of my bloodline. I found my own value here.

By the way, the reason why I am writing you this letter is because from today on, I will be your liaison. ]

Scott raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Liaison person?

[For your safety, the future contact between you and Ms. MS will be conveyed by me.

Ms. MS has high expectations for you and she is very optimistic about your future.

Please continue to work hard for Ms. MS!

Ps. If you want to write to me, please send it to the Floo Network Authority, Department of Magical Transport, Ministry of Magic.

Katie Shafiq]

"..."

After reading this letter, Scott felt baffled.

When did he become Medea's subordinate?

And "Please keep working hard for Ms. MS"?

After thinking about it, Scott just balled up the letter and the envelope and threw them on the ground, then took out his wand.

"The flames are blazing!"

There was a bang, the fire ignited, and the paper ball was quickly burned to ashes.

Scott pushed open the window sill again, waved his wand, and caused the ashes to float out of the window.

Then he sat on the windowsill and blew the cold wind.

He decided to ignore the inexplicable letter.

Whether the so-called Katie Shafik was a follower of Medea or someone else, Scott would not write to her.

Anyway, Scott thought that he had little to do with Medea.

Although he accepted Medea's gift, it was also her initiative.

But...

At this point, he still didn't know what Medea's purpose was.

Why did she leave those two gifts for him?

Was it really like she said, because she was optimistic about his future?

Whether others believed it or not, Scott didn't believe it anyway.

He knew that Medea's current goal was of course to be completely resurrected.

But what about after resurrection?

What did she want to do?

She planned for a thousand years before seeing the light of day again, and Scott didn't quite believe the reason Helena said.

Was Medea really just for a compliment and recognition from Slytherin?

Then Medea was too sweet.

Sweeter than Helena.

Scott always felt that the lady who was already a thousand years old was not a simple person, and she might be planning a bigger conspiracy.

For now, if the letter is true, it also means that Medea may have begun to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic.

According to Professor Flitwick, Medea once broke into the Ministry of Magic, but then the Ministry of Magic blocked the news.

What did she do in the Ministry of Magic?

This is also a question worth exploring.

Scott thought about these questions over and over for a long time, but he still had no clue.

He took out the disposable magic stone from his pocket again and looked down at it for a long time.

Finally, he decided to use it now.

The third update. Sorry, it's a little late.