The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"go in."

Scott held the wand in one hand and pushed the door completely open with the other.

The sound of the piano became clearer.

Scott looked back at Roger and walked directly into the activity room.

The activity room of the Classical Music Club is very tall and spacious, with different instruments and seats of various sizes stacked randomly throughout the room, making it look a bit cluttered.

Creak.

Behind him, the activity room door was closed.

Scott turned around and saw that it was Roger who closed the door.

[Why did you come in? ]

Scott asked with his eyes.

[I don’t think we need anyone to look after us. ]

Roger answered with his eyes.

Scott gave him another look of contempt.

He didn't care whether Roger was afraid of the terrifying atmosphere of the abandoned dungeon outside the door, so he turned his head and walked towards the place where the piano sounded.

Scott and his group of four walked through the chairs, music stands, and various musical instruments, and saw the piano located at the end of the activity room.

It was a huge black piano, its sleek surface glimmering under the light of a dozen candles on a floor-to-ceiling candle stand.

Caccini wore a black men's dress and sat in front of the piano, playing smoothly on the keys with his hands.

The beautiful sound of the piano flows like flowing water.

Scott just glanced at Caccini who was playing the piano, and his eyes were fixed on Miss Grapeland standing next to the piano.

The teaching assistant leaned on the piano, her slender legs in tight pants and over-the-knee boots crossed and stretched.

She held the pipe in her hand and was puffing away the smoke.

Seeing the arrival of the four Scotts, her round face burst into a warm smile, and she waved casually.

Then, she made a silencing gesture to the four boys.

Scott nodded.

He and his roommates stood still, quietly listening to Caccini finish playing a piece of music.

Caccini closed his eyes slightly, his expression was calm, and his body swayed gently to the music.

Until the tinkling piano stopped, Caccini raised his hands, and his movements remained frozen for a while.

After a while, she finally opened her eyes.

"How about it?"

Her originally calm expression instantly changed to what Scott and the others saw during the day, like a naughty boy.

She stood up, gently closed the piano lid, and stared at Milton, one of the four boys.

"I wrote it myself," she said with a smile. "What do you think, Milton?"

"This is the most beautiful new song I've heard this year." Milton praised sincerely.

"Yes, this is also my most satisfying work." Caccini said without humility, "Its name is "Caccini"."

"It sounds great, Caccini!" Graplan, who was still leaning on the piano, clapped softly.

Caccini thanked her and asked Smilton, "What do you think, Milton."

"Is its name "Caccini"?" Milton took a step forward, "This song is about the former Caccini."

The cheerful smile on Caccini's face paused, and soon became natural again.

"Yes, the former Caccini." She walked to Graplan's side and also leaned on the piano. "I'm so glad you can hear it, Milton. It's really worthy of you."

Milton looked straight at her, seemingly not understanding what she meant.

"I want to thank you, Milton." Caccini said, "If it weren't for your extraordinary musical talent, how could I have composed such a piece?"

"Thanks for the compliment," Milton said.

Caccini laughed and laughed for a while before continuing: "Why don't you be humble, or say something to compliment my musical talent?"

Milton was silent.

"Okay, okay." Caccini smiled and shook his head, "It's not hard for you anymore. We all know how talented you are, but I can never write a song of this level."

Milton remained silent, seeming to acquiesce to Caccini's words.

Regarding this, everyone present except Miss Grapeland was a little surprised, but everyone else looked normal.

Milton is very serious about music and will never say anything against his will.

"I like your musical talent very much." Caccini walked up to Milton and said to him. "It allows me to express myself more freely. I have to say, this feeling is really good."

Milton nodded.

Caccini laughed again.

"But that's it." She said with a sigh, "For me in the past, music was the most important; but for me now, strength is the most important."

As she said that, she put her hand on Milton's shoulder again.

Milton shook his shoulder, but did not shake her hand away, and then let it go.

"Hey, Milton." Caccini leaned into Milton's ear and spoke again, "Want to exchange it back? We all regret the deal with Ms. Slytherin, don't we?"

Her "whisper" this time was not lowered so that everyone could hear it.

"Moreover, I found that my talents can only be better utilized within myself." She continued, "Just like music, it took me a lot of time to complete a song, but you used to often write songs that were not inferior to A good song from "Caccini".

She whispered a lot into Milton's ear, but this time Milton's reaction was a little bigger. He quickly took several steps back and completely got rid of Kachini's hand.

Milton always resisted anyone approaching him, even Scott and his friends. The most intimate action was just patting his shoulder.

This is why Scott said he was asexual.

"If I can change it back." Milton said to Kachini, who was a little surprised, "I promise to change it back. Do you have a way to change it back?"

Kachini put away his surprised expression and turned to look at Grapplan behind her.

The four boys also followed his gaze and looked at Grapplan.

"Don't be so serious." Grapplan said with a smile.

The smile on her face still had a strong affinity.

She walked to Kachini and blew out a cloud of smoke from her mouth.

"Isn't magic good?" She asked Milton, "With the superposition of magic talent, you can become a more powerful wizard than you are."

Milton, who was shorter than her, looked up at her.

He said, "It's not that important whether you can become a powerful wizard, Miss Grubbly-Plank."

"It seems that you really want to change back." Grubbly-Plank stared into Milton's eyes, "Then let's exchange."

At this time, Scott couldn't help but speak.

"Are you sure you can do such a thing, Miss Grubbly-Plank." He asked calmly.

"Oh, Scott." Grubbly-Plank looked at Scott, "What do you think, you have been observing me since just now, do you think I am a dark wizard hidden in Hogwarts?"

Scott did not answer her question.

He just stared at her, waiting for her to answer her question.

"Oh well, you asked me if I can do it, if I can change the talents of these two little wizards back." She took another deep puff of the pipe in her hand, "Of course, I can't do it, but someone can do it."

Just as Scott was about to say Medea's name, Grubbly-Plank quickly spoke, "I'm not talking about Ms. Slytherin."