The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Neville raised his head, which had been lowered, and for the first time since they met, he looked directly at Scott.

Scott looked into Neville's eyes.

He saw the boy's tearful eyes full of determination.

Perception opens automatically.

At this moment, Scott clearly saw the "color" of Neville's magic.

This is……

Scott was a little shocked.

"Perhaps everyone has misjudged you, Neville." He couldn't help but say, "You are stronger than most people."

"I……"

When Neville heard this, his expression was a little silly.

"Everyone says I'm too timid."

He lowered his head shyly.

"Even my grandmother is very dissatisfied with me..."

"Let's not talk about this first." Scott shook his head.

He decided to put this matter aside for now.

"Do you have photos of your parents in your hand?" he asked again. "Arithmetic will be easier if you have specific images."

"have!"

Neville rummaged around in the pocket of his robe for a while, then carefully took out a small iron box originally used to hold candy.

"Inside."

He opened the small iron box, took out a photo and handed it to Scott.

He said nonchalantly: "I secretly brought this from home. My grandmother didn't allow me to bring this."

Scott reached out and took the photo and took a look at it.

This is a photo taken by Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom when they were young. In the photo, the two people are waving enthusiastically to the people outside the photo.

"Oh, you look just like your mother," Scott said.

"That's what everyone in the family says."

Neville couldn't help but smile slightly.

Scott nodded, "Very good, the known conditions have been explained, so let's get started."

He held the quill and began to quickly write down lines of words on the paper, listing all the known conditions in as much detail as possible.

"By the way." He asked another question, "Do you know the name of the murderer, Neville?"

"yes……"

There was a change in Neville's voice.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

At this moment, Scott heard the hatred in his voice as he pronounced that name.

"It was the Cruciatus Curse used by Bellatrix Lestrange."

Neville repeated.

Scott nodded slightly and wrote the name.

When all the known conditions were written down, Scott converted them into numbers before taking out his wand and waving them.

"The laws of arithmetic!"

"The numbers appear!"

Two magic spells were used one after another, and the numbers on the parchment began to move.

Scott closed his eyes.

The image of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom appeared in his mind, and he was exploring on behalf of their son whether they could still be cured.

As time goes by, the image of the couple in Scott's mind is changing from the glamorous one in the photo.

Their expressions become demented, wrinkles appear on their faces, and their hair turns gray.

That's what they are now.

Countless confusing numbers rolled through Scott's mind, seemingly beginning to piece together their future.

After a while, until Scott felt his body was a little exhausted again, he finally opened his eyes.

He found that Neville was looking at him with burning eyes, but he bit his lips tightly and did not dare to make a sound.

Scott glanced down. At the top of the parchment, the final number obtained by this arithmetic divination was [1].

"[1]?" He said in a comforting tone, "You can relax a little. The result is not too bad."

"Please...please tell me!"

Neville said loudly with some excitement.

Scott stretched out his finger to touch the number and closed his eyes again.

This time, he came to only one conclusion during arithmetic divination.

That is……

He opened his eyes and looked at Neville, "Neville, the results of this arithmetic divination show... Whether your parents are cured or not depends on you."

"I?"

Neville's eyes widened in shock.

"Yes."

Scott nodded affirmatively.

At first, he also thought this result was a bit incredible.

But after thinking about it again, I felt that this was the right answer.

Who else but Neville, a son, would be determined enough to find a way to cure the Longbottoms?

After all, Neville's grandmother is old and probably powerless.

And Neville is still young, and he still has endless possibilities.

Whether the Longbottoms can recover depends on Neville's success in finding the right method.

In Scott's mind, this arithmetic divination was a failure.

Because such a result can be imagined.

But he couldn't say that.

Moreover, this is also an opportunity.

Combined with the situation he just sensed, maybe Neville can use this to change his appearance.

Thinking of this, he felt the magic power on Neville again and made a decision in his heart.

"listen to me."

he said to a bewildered Neville.

"The results of arithmetic tell me that if anyone can heal your parents..."

At this point, he looked directly into Neville's eyes.

"That person can only be you."

"I……"

Neville shook his head with a bitter look on his face.

"No, I... I'm not good at studying either..." he said softly, "Everyone knows that I'm almost a squib..."

He talked nonchalantly, constantly denying himself.

From the difficult magical awakening in childhood to the difficulties encountered in learning life...

"stop."

Scott made a stop gesture.

Neville shut his mouth in disbelief.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the classroom door.

"Are you bullying Neville?"

Scott heard Hermione's shrill voice.

"You locked him in the classroom?" Her voice was full of anger, "I can't believe you would do this!"

"Of course not!" Fred shouted, "We are helping him!"

Hermione shouted, "Get out of the way! Neville and Ron are different, you can't bully him like you bullied Ron!"

"Hey!"

Ron's dissatisfied voice came immediately.

Hearing this, Scott couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Come in, everyone."

he said, raising his voice.

The next second, the classroom door came.

"Neville! Are you okay!"

Hermione took the lead and rushed in aggressively.

"Scott?"

The moment she saw Scott, she was a little stunned.

"Hello."

Scott smiled at her and the two boys behind her.

"Hermione! Harry! Ron!" Neville stood up quickly, "I'm fine! You...you misunderstood."

"Sorry, what are you doing?"

Hermione came over.

Neville said: "I asked Scott to help me with arithmetic and divination..."

"Arithmetic?"

Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Are you doing arithmetic?"

She looked at Scott with interest, with some envy in her eyes.

"I've heard all about it. Scott, you found Ravenclaw's diadem using arithmetic divination. Congratulations! Oh, by the way, I'm also going to take this course next school year."

She came closer.

"May I take a look at it?"

However, before she could see the words on the parchment on the table clearly, Scott quickly turned the parchment over.

"Sorry, Hermione."

Scott shook his head.

"This is Neville's privacy. If you want to see it, you must get his permission."