The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Until all the students sat down at the long table in the auditorium, everyone was still talking about the flying car with great interest.

In such an atmosphere, the Sorting Hat was very unhappy that no one appreciated the new song it had carefully prepared this year.

Scott sat with his roommates at the long table in Ravenclaw.

Eddie was still very excited. He shouted, "Did you see that? The car hit the Whomping Willow! Oh! Poor Potter and Weasley, I wonder if they will be hammered into meat patties by the irritable tree, and become sandwiched with the poor car..."

"Hey!" Peneno, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but glared at Eddie and interrupted him, "Shut up, Eddie! They will be fine! If you noticed, Professor Snape has already taken care of it!"

Eddie shrugged, "Really? Then let's pray to Merlin for Potter and Weasley, hoping that they will not be put into the crucible by the angry Professor Snape and cooked, or made into potion materials? Maybe, the material for our next potion class will be the nails of the 'savior'..."

At this time, Professor McGonagall led this year's freshmen into the hall. Scott coughed and asked Eddie to shut up his nonsense mouth.

Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the teacher's seat and picked up the angry sorting hat from the high stool. The sorting ceremony began.

Scott turned his head and saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley standing at the door of the hall with their luggage in a mess.

They didn't notice at all that Professor Snape in a black robe was standing behind them with a dark face.

So they were quickly led away by Professor Snape with a sneer.

Eddie, who was always very sensitive to such things, also saw this scene. He covered his mouth and trembled all over, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

The sorting ceremony continued, and Scott and his classmates applauded and welcomed every little wizard who was assigned to Ravenclaw.

When the sorting ceremony ended, rich food immediately appeared on the long table. Everyone began to eat and drink.

Scott noticed that Professor Snape walked into the hall again, and then Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left with him.

"Will they be okay? Will they be expelled from school?"

A faint voice sounded next to Scott.

It was Milton Graves, who had long, soft light brown hair and was a very delicate literary boy.

Scott secretly sighed. It has been three years, and he still hasn't adapted to his roommate's speaking style.

"Of course they are fine, Milton, that's the 'savior', there will always be some small privileges." Roger, who was sitting on the other side, answered indifferently.

"Well, I hope they are all fine." Milton looked at the starry sky on the ceiling of the hall with melancholy eyes, "Whether it's Potter and Weasley, or that poor Whomping Willow. What Eddie said just now is terrible."

Eddie's expression at this time was like constipation, "Oh, Milton, I thought you should know...what I said just now was just a joke."

"Really?"

Milton stared at Eddie with clear mint green eyes.

"Yes, of course, I like to talk nonsense!"

Eddie admitted defeat directly, and began to chew the chicken leg indignantly after Milton looked away.

Scott and Roger both raised their mouths and laughed secretly, although they were not good at dealing with Milton who would cry in the wind at any time. But seeing Eddie being defeated still made them happy.

In addition, Scott had always wanted to call Milton "Lin Daiyu of England", but no one here understood the joke, so he could only label Milton as "Daiyu" in his heart.

"By the way, I have good news to tell you." Milton gently put down the knife and fork in his hand. He always ate very little.

Scott and the others stopped eating and turned to look at him.

"Of course, I plan to return to the dormitory and solemnly announce the news." Milton smiled embarrassedly, "I think this will be more ceremonial."

"Okay."

Scott and the other two nodded without objection.

Although Eddie was choked by Milton's behavior of keeping him on edge, he did not ask any more questions.

Countless similar experiences in the past told him not to try to change Milton's mind at this time. Milton is a romanticist, and "ritual" is very important to him.

Scott had actually guessed what the good news Milton wanted to announce was at this time.

He noticed that at the long table of Hufflepuff next to him, Gideon Crum, a seventh-year student, was looking at Milton with encouragement.

According to the news that Eddie had spread before, Gideon Crum had become the bagpiper of the famous magic singing group "Weird Sisters" last school year.

Sure enough, when all of them had eaten and drunk and returned to the dormitory, Milton solemnly announced the "good news" at the first time.

He, Milton Graves, has successfully joined the "Weird Sisters" singing group as a reserve cellist and is planning to officially go on stage one day in the future.

Hearing the news, Scott and Roger applauded and congratulated Milton warmly, but Eddie asked curiously: "Milton, don't you like classical music? I remember you are a member of the Hogwarts Classical Music Club? Why did you join a rock singing group?"

"Oh, maybe you don't understand, Eddie."

Milton sighed quietly, and the warm atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became subtle.

Milton sat on his bed, stretched out his hand and gently touched the blue flannel bed curtain on his bed frame, and said intoxicatedly: "Music is a feeling... an expression... Of course I know classical music." The difference between music and rock music, but Eddie, as long as it is beautiful music, I will fall in love with them... You know... I am trying to combine classical music and rock music... I plan..."

Eddie regretted it at this moment. Milton kept talking about his wild ideas about music, but he frowned and couldn't understand at all, so he frequently sent looks for help to Scott and Roger.

"Oh, sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

Scott picked up the basket containing toiletries and a change of clothes and quickly walked to the bedroom door. After opening the door, he turned to look at Milton with encouraging eyes.

"Milton, I didn't expect Eddie to be interested in music. I think you should let him feel more of the charm of music."

"Maybe he will fall in love with music like you in the future." Roger very smartly followed Scott with his basket.

"Yes, I will!"

Milton said excitedly, his mint green eyes shining.

"Well, see you later."

Scott and Roger left the dormitory under Eddie's desperate eyes.

"Oh, poor Eddie! I hope he can achieve something under Milton's tutelage!"

On the way to the bathroom, Roger held his chest and exclaimed loudly. Scott laughed with him.

However, they soon stopped laughing - when they returned to the dormitory after taking a shower, Milton's "music class" was still continuing.

Perhaps due to encouragement, Milton seemed very enthusiastic and almost wanted to express his love for music.

At this moment, Eddie was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes vacant, his expression dazed, and he was counting his ten fingers mechanically.

Scott felt that he could not sleep in such an atmosphere tonight, so he suggested to Milton: "Milton, the knowledge you mentioned is too profound. Maybe you can give us an intuitive feeling? I know you must have it. There are a lot of wonderful inspirations! Play it and let us enjoy it. ”

As Scott spoke, he could feel Eddie's resentful look over him.

But the proposal was warmly welcomed by Roger and Eddie.

Although Milton hesitated, with everyone's enthusiastic encouragement, he took out his cello.

A mini cello recital began.