The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

At night, Scott lay in bed and carefully thought about what he had done in the past two days. After confirming again that there were no mistakes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, although he believed that he would not be found out, he was not 100% relieved.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and their headmaster is Dumbledore. He couldn't use his shallow experience in magic for only three years to speculate on the old man who was known as the most powerful wizard in this century.

But Scott was also curious about something. How would Dumbledore react if he knew all the little things Jasmine Travers did after she entered school.

Jasmine Travers was born into a pure-blood family loyal to the Dark Lord. Her father is a notorious Death Eater and is still imprisoned in Azkaban. It can be said that she has a family background.

Also, as a daughter, Travers is much more promising than her father. She is not satisfied with her father crawling at the feet of the Dark Lord. She wants to become the new generation of Dark Lord herself.

such a pity.

Scott regretted that he could not see Principal Dumbledore's expression.

He also wanted to know if Dumbledore would become as defensive with a little girl as he was with Tom Riddle in "The Originals."

However, he felt that the so-called pure-blood witch group had no future, and the professors who knew the truth would definitely keep a close eye on these pure-blood little witches.

However, all this is just his guess and cannot be done accurately. He can just wait for the result with peace of mind.

At breakfast time the next day, when Scott and his roommates came to the auditorium, they found that all the professors were sitting on the teacher's bench, including their principal Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore may have news to announce to us." Eddie whispered excitedly. "He must have found the reason for the illness of those three girls. I guess they have even cured them!"

Scott was noncommittal about Eddie's words.

If what caused the illness of the three girls was magic, he believed that Dumbledore could solve it quickly. But regarding the virus he brought from the Muggle world, wizards who have always been arrogant towards Muggles would not think that way.

So he guessed that there was only one treatment method that wizards could use - to use potions or spells to enhance their physique and rely on their own immunity to defeat the virus in their bodies.

Therefore, the three girls cannot be discharged from the hospital in a short time.

As time passed, students came to the auditorium one after another. All the little wizards were sitting on the long table in their academy and whispering.

It seemed that Dumbledore's appearance had driven away the panic, and the students were generally much calmer than yesterday.

This is Dumbledore's intimidation.

As long as he is here, people will feel at ease.

Ding, ding, ding.

Professor McGonagall tapped the glass three times with her silver spoon.

"Quiet."

With a stern glance, the huge auditorium immediately fell silent.

"cough."

Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak when Lockhart, who was sitting on the teacher's bench, suddenly stood up.

"Hello everyone!"

Lockhart grinned, showing his neat white teeth.

"I see that many young wizards are not in good spirits. This makes me, the most popular professor at Hogwarts, Professor Lockhart, deeply saddened."

Lockhart was still wearing a brightly colored robe, holding his head high and looking confident.

Scott noticed that at this time, the other professors on the teacher's bench were looking at Lockhart who suddenly jumped out with indescribable eyes.

Professor Snape, in particular, looked at Lockhart like a Flobber caterpillar. His face was also very ugly, like the reaction of seeing a hundred Harry Potters smiling at him.

Professor McGonagall kept winking at Principal Dumbledore, but Dumbledore hesitated to speak. For some reason, he did not stop Lockhart from speaking.

"I know you are worried about what happened yesterday. But you seem to have forgotten that you don't actually need to worry."

Lockhart didn't notice the other professors' reactions at all, he was performing enthusiastically.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin 3rd Class, Honorary Member of the Defense League against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I'm not Use your smile to drive away female ghosts!”

He repeated his classic lines again, then raised his head high, as if waiting for the students' reaction.

However, he was disappointed. No one screamed or laughed. Even his most ardent admirers were not in the mood to cheer for him at this time.

"He is such a big idiot." Roger cursed in a low voice, "That idiot who can only giggle, doesn't he know that everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to tell us the result!"

No one responded, but Lockhart, who was standing at the teacher's desk, felt no embarrassment at all.

"Okay, okay, I know you're in a bad mood." He sighed pretentiously, "But you shouldn't forget that there happens to be a Defense Against Dark Arts expert in the school at the moment."

He spread his hands helplessly, "Yes, I'm still here, what do you have to worry about?"

At this point, he giggled again, "Don't worry, don't worry, little wizards, this matter will be solved soon, I promise you..."

"Very well, thank you Professor Lockhart for your remarks."

Dumbledore finally stood up, clapped lightly, nodded to Lockhart, and motioned for him to sit down.

Lockhart's smile was interrupted for a moment, and he saluted Dumbledore in a casual manner. When he raised his head again, the smile on his face returned to normal.

"I know everyone is very concerned about what happened yesterday."

When Dumbledore began his speech, all the students in the hall were listening carefully.

"Our Miss Rowle, Miss Avery, and Miss Travert were infected with diseases for unknown reasons and were eventually sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

Dumbledore spoke a little slowly, and the anxious students couldn't help but stretch their necks.

"Unfortunately, we have never found the cause of their illness, and we have not yet developed a targeted treatment plan."

Hearing this, many students showed some panic on their faces again.

Dumbledore continued, "But fortunately, none of the three young ladies are in danger of death. According to the estimate of the therapists at St. Mungo's, they will recover in three months with conservative treatment. We will welcome them back to school at that time."

"I see! Thank you Merlin!" Tears welled up in Milton's eyes again, "I thought... That's great, it turns out that it is not a fatal disease..."

At this time, many students were cheering. Until Professor McGonagall knocked on the glass again.

"Although it is not too bad news, don't forget that we still haven't found the cause."

Dumbledore pressed his hands down.

"I still hope that students will remain vigilant. If anyone finds relevant clues, you are welcome to come to me or other professors. I believe that no matter whether I or other professors, I will not be stingy to give him extra points."