The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Did you also get the Imperius Curse?" Rimbaud asked Scott worriedly, "What are you going to do?"

Hearing Rimbaud's caring words, Scott calmed down a little.

He said to the increasingly human raven: "First, the last time Medea cast a spell of confusion on you. Secondly, I was not hit by the Imperius Curse this time, but a more..."

He thought about it and came up with a more appropriate adjective, "a more silent and undetectable magic, and..."

He raised the letter in his hand, "There is still a smell on the letter, which means that this magic is effective with some kind of potion or herb."

Hearing him say this, Rimbaud just tilted his head, "It sounds terrible, I don't understand these."

Seeing this, Scott smiled and felt more relaxed.

He took out his pocket watch to check the time. At this time, there was still half an hour before the afternoon class.

"Let's separate for now."

While talking to Rimbaud, he pushed open the window of the classroom.

"Come to me after the afternoon class."

"No problem."

Rimbaud flew out of the window.

Scott turned around and knelt on one knee.

He touched the ground with the tip of his wand and chanted a spell.

"Spell stop."

The golden light spread out from the tip of the wand, eliminating the silent spell Scott had set.

After doing this, Scott got up and left the empty classroom.

He went to the eighth floor as fast as he could and entered Helena's study.

"Scott?"

In the study, the girl Helena in the painting looked at Scott who suddenly came in with surprise.

She asked curiously, "Why are you here? Today is not the weekend."

"I encountered something." Scott said, "Please open the door for me, Helena, I need to see the Ravenclaw tutor."

"Okay."

Perhaps seeing Scott's serious expression, the girl Helena did not complain this time and opened the door for him directly.

Scott hurriedly thanked him and walked into the inner room where the Ravenclaw portrait was.

"Tutor."

Although he was a little anxious, Scott still did not forget to salute the Ravenclaw in the painting.

The Ravenclaw in the painting raised his head and looked at him with wise eyes.

"What happened, Scott." She asked.

Scott quickly and concisely explained the situation he encountered.

After listening to Scott's description, Ravenclaw did not comment on the behavior of Medea and Scott.

Whether it was Medea's stirring up trouble or the subtle connection between Scott and Medea, she didn't seem to care much.

She just glanced at the letter in Scott's hand, and then explained why Scott was tricked.

She first said: "You didn't run the brain block."

"Yes." Scott nodded, "I didn't maintain the brain block all the time."

"Maybe next time you receive some dangerous letters, you will remember to take precautions." The Ravenclaw in the painting smiled, "The other party's method is very simple, you can try to wet the letter with water."

Scott immediately waved his wand and used the water-making spell to create some water, soaking the letter in his hand.

When the whole paper was wet, most of the handwriting on the paper became blurred, but some strokes were still clear as before.

"Did you see anything?" asked the Ravenclaw in the painting.

"This is..."

Scott had already discovered that the strokes on the letter paper that were still clear after being soaked formed a somewhat intermittent pattern.

No wonder he always felt that William's handwriting was very sloppy and even messy.

"A simple magic circuit, the effect is similar to charm magic." Ravenclaw said softly, "These strokes should be written with ink made of a confusing potion."

"So that's it."

Scott smiled helplessly.

The existence of the confusing potion is to confuse his perception, so that he can't detect the magic fluctuations of the magic circuit when reading the letter.

The confusing potion is actually very small, because it doesn't take long to confuse Scott, just a moment is enough for the magic circuit to take effect.

To put it bluntly, this method is not very complicated, but it is very easy to be tricked without knowing it.

Just like the poisonous midges used by Scott in assassination.

After figuring out why he was tricked, Scott was completely relieved.

This is not a method that cannot be prevented. He just needs to be more careful in the future, and he doesn't have to worry about being tricked again.

Suddenly, Scott sniffed.

Maybe it was because of the water, Scott always felt that the herbal scent left on the letter was clearer.

"This smell... a little familiar..."

He felt that he seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere before.

He sniffed the wet letter carefully again, and suddenly an idea flashed in Scott's mind.

"Miss Grubbly." He whispered softly, "This smell is a bit like the sage that the teaching assistant took."

"It is not uncommon to make a confusing potion with sage as the main ingredient."

At this time, the Ravenclaw in the painting said.

"When burning sage, breathe the smoke closely, and the effect is a non-addictive psychedelic drug."

So there is no connection between these two things?

Scott had a question mark in his mind.

Maybe he was too sensitive, but Scott still felt that... maybe he should send crows to monitor Miss Grubbly for a while.

Scott looked at the time again. There were still ten minutes left before class.

So he respectfully thanked the Ravenclaw tutor and said goodbye.

"Go, I hope you will weigh the value of that thing before doing anything."

Ravenclaw's words of admonition came from the painting.

"Is what you want to do more important than learning knowledge? If not, then it is not worth wasting your time."

"I understand, tutor."

Scott bowed again and turned to leave the room.

He hurriedly said goodbye to the girl Helena in the painting, and hurriedly left the room of requirements.

Running all the way, Scott finally arrived at the History of Magic classroom before the class started.

At this time, Professor Binns, the only ghost professor in Hogwarts, had already begun to call the roll slowly.

After the afternoon class, Rimbaud appeared in front of Scott again.

Because there were other students around, the raven wisely did not speak, but just quietly fell on Scott's shoulder.

"Why do you have another raven?"

Roger and Milton looked at Rimbaud curiously.

"Did you use Transfiguration to make this?"

"Of course." Scott raised his hand and touched Rimbaud's feathers, "I'm practicing..."

His finger was pecked hard by Rimbaud.

Obviously, in Rimbaud's memory, it was not a product of Transfiguration, it was just a gifted raven.

"I'm practicing to make it more flexible." Scott still smiled.

Although Rimbaud pecked Scott angrily, he was considerate enough not to "expose" Scott's "lie".

At this moment, Scott suddenly heard a suppressed call.

"Hey! Scott!"

Scott looked in the direction of the voice and saw Harry standing behind a pillar in a corridor and waving at him.

Scott immediately remembered what he had hinted to Harry the day before, when he told Hermione that he would not meet William.

I think Harry came to him this time to confirm with him about meeting William on Saturday.

After understanding what was going on, Scott asked his roommates to go to the hall first and walked up to Harry alone.

He asked Harry with a smile, "Who are you hiding from, Harry."

"Oh, I don't want to be seen by Hermione." Harry scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.

He waved his hand again, asking Scott to walk with him to the corner of the corridor.

Ron was hiding there with his head huddled.

"Hermione has been elusive since the beginning of this semester." Harry complained softly, "Several times Ron and I have repeatedly met her in a short period of time."

Ron said a little unhappy: "I suspect she has mastered an unknown secret passage, but she didn't tell us!"

"I don't think so. Hermione always looks tired. She must have other secrets." Harry was more careful than Ron.

Scott understood that it was just because Hermione used the time converter.

He didn't want to listen to the two boys discussing their friends' secrets here, so he asked directly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh, right."

Harry, who was reminded, began to say what he originally wanted to say.

"I've already told Hagrid about that. Hagrid will meet William at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday, but I didn't tell Hagrid that we would go there too."

"We're going too?" Scott looked at him in puzzlement.

"Isn't that right?" Harry was a little dumbfounded, "It was obviously you..."

He widened his eyes, "When you were talking to Hermione, you hinted at me with your eyes."

Ron also looked at Scott in surprise, "I saw it too."

Scott was even more surprised than Ron.

"Why do you think so?" He said in surprise, "I was just hinting at Harry to help speak, because I didn't want to hear Hermione emphasize discipline."

Harry opened his mouth wide, "Oh... I thought... you were hinting at me, I thought you had a way to sneak out."

"Of course I can't." Scott said with a smile, "Dumbledore said that Filch would guard the secret passage."

"Is that so..." Harry looked at Scott hesitantly.

"That's it." Scott said in an affirmative tone.

Harry and Ron immediately wilted.

The two boys looked very disappointed at the moment, like two elementary school students who heard that the spring outing was cancelled.

"We can't help with this matter even if we go over there. Let Hagrid handle it himself. Don't worry, William is definitely a professional." Scott said.

He turned around and walked towards the hall first.

"Now, we should go to enjoy dinner."

Although this matter made it seem like Scott had played a trick on Harry, Scott did not feel guilty.

He knew very well that Harry was also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Now Medea is looking for Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes, so it's better for Harry not to appear in Medea's sight.

If Medea finds some clues, Scott can't be sure what the lady will do.

I sat in the car all day today, and it was late when I started typing in the evening. There will be another chapter updated next, but it may be late, probably after midnight, so everyone can read it tomorrow morning.