The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

The weather on this day didn't look good, even the sky was lead gray.

But the bad weather didn't affect the wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch.

The Quidditch field in the distance was very lively, and Scott in the dormitory could hear cheers from time to time.

Even the high-pitched commentary of the game commentator Lee Jordan came faintly from the window.

I don't know when it started to rain.

Scott stopped writing, walked to the window and closed the glass window, and sat on the single sofa under the window to read the "biography" he wrote for the raven.

This is the life journey of an ordinary raven from hatching to adulthood.

Scott described in detail every experience of its growth, from changing its fur to learning to fly for the first time, and even its life in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

He read the text he had written over and over again, making himself believe for a short time that there was really such a raven in the Forbidden Forest.

Then he stood up and picked up the wand, and waved it firmly at the silent raven on the table.

The magic light lit up, and with a rather violent magic fluctuation, the raven came alive again.

"Quack! Quack!"

It cried in panic, flapped its wings and flew up, avoiding Scott's outstretched hand, and hit the glass window head-on, dropping a few black feathers.

Scott flicked the wand in his hand, and the window opened again.

"Quack! Quack! Quack!"

The raven flew up again and plunged into the wind and rain outside the window.

Scott walked to the window and stood still, letting the heavy raindrops hit his face.

He watched the raven fly higher and higher, farther and farther, through the heavy rain curtain, and finally plunged into the dark Forbidden Forest and lost its trace.

Reaching out to wipe the rain off his face, Scott couldn't help but grin.

It's done.

The raven really became the one he set in detail.

But... when it returns to the Forbidden Forest, it should not be able to find its nest that does not actually exist.

And Scott just made a mistake.

Although he set the memory of the raven in detail, he himself was not in that memory.

So the raven panicked and wanted to escape after "waking up".

But this was just an attempt.

Scott didn't care about this mistake at the moment. He was immersed in the joy of his success.

Although the raven he transformed with the Transfiguration was just the same as a real wild raven and it was difficult for him to use it, he had undoubtedly mastered the correct method!

Next... just set the new raven as his helper!

Scott closed the window excitedly, and sat at the table again without drying his hair and clothes, and picked up the feather pen.

What kind of raven should be designed?

Scott began to list several requirements on the parchment.

First, it would be best if this raven could speak.

Second, it would be much smarter than ordinary wild ravens.

Finally, it would be best if it had a certain combat ability.

After listing the requirements, Scott gave the raven another name - Rimbaud.

It has the same name as the great French poet because he wrote a poem called "The Raven".

Then, Scott began to write the story of himself and Rimbaud.

Yes, he wanted to add a raven named Rimbaud out of nothing in his past life.

[Rmbaud is a talking raven.

It is very smart, smarter than all its kind. This makes it feel that it is different.

Rimbaud's daily life is no different from other ravens, but it is not happy.

It wants to talk to others, but its kind can only make ugly quacks.

It tried to talk to humans, but humans only screamed and called it a devil after hearing its words.

Rimbaud was very sad and wanted a good friend.

"Maybe you can find a wizard to be your friend." A passing owl said to it, "Wizards are not always fussy like Muggles."

This owl also only made a cooing sound, but Rimbaud could understand what it meant.

Seeing that it provided him with a good idea, Rimbaud did not dislike it.

He followed the owl to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hoping to find a destined good friend here.

It was the autumn of 1989. When it flew over the night sky of Hogwarts Castle, it saw a handsome little wizard standing on the astronomy tower and waving at it.

"He looks really friendly. Maybe I can try to make friends with him."

Rimbaud flew over curiously...]

Scott's thoughts flowed like a spring, and he began to describe in detail the process of his acquaintance, understanding and companionship with Rimbaud.

At the end of the writing, he almost believed that it was true -

He met a special raven in the year he entered Hogwarts, and they became good friends...

They explored the castle together, and Rimbaud provided him with a lot of help...

In short, he has fallen in love with this "friend"!

"Wonderful, maybe I can become a successful fairy tale writer." Scott said to himself confidently.

When the whistle sounded at the end of the Quidditch game, Scott had filled a whole page of parchment.

He picked up the wand at hand and wanted to try it, but put it down again.

He decided to think about it carefully to see if there was anything that needed to be revised.

He decided to give his "good friend" a perfect "birth"!

Scott took the page of parchment and read it carefully several times, thinking about what else needed to be revised and improved.

It was not until footsteps were heard outside the dormitory door that he rolled up the page of parchment and put it on the bookshelf at the head of the bed as if nothing had happened.

"Scott!" Eddie pushed open the door and started shouting, "It's a pity that you didn't go to watch the game today!"

"Did anything interesting happen?"

Scott turned around and looked at his two wet roommates.

"Oh! Terrible!"

Roger's reaction was the opposite of Eddie's.

He walked into the dormitory, took off his soaked robe, and said dissatisfiedly: "I thought it would be a wonderful game. After all, the Slytherins riding on the Nimbus 2001 were as fast as blurry shadows!"

He threw his robe on the box.

"Guess what? Those Slytherins can't play without cheating?" he said indignantly, "Despicable and shameless!"

"What happened?"

Scott turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "I think it's exciting, whether it's the game or anything else."

He said excitedly: "During the game, a bludger suddenly went crazy. It kept chasing Potter, and it seemed to want to knock his head off!"

"What?" Scott was a little stunned.

Hasn't the "Chamber of Secrets" been resolved? Why is Dobby still making trouble during the Quidditch game?

"Of course, we suspect that it was Slytherin who was doing it! But Potter paid the price of a broken hand and successfully caught the Golden Snitch. He defeated his nemesis Malfoy! Oh! And Lockhart is even more exciting, more exciting than you can imagine!"

Eddie couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

"Lockhart... Ha! He volunteered to treat Potter's arm, but ended up removing half of Potter's bones! Now Potter has become half a rubber tube man!"

Eddie was talking with great joy, but Scott frowned.

What happened to Dobby?

Is it because he didn't get the news of the incident being resolved?

After all, he is still serving the Malfoy family, and it is impossible for him to have too much free time to run out.

However, Scott doesn't believe that little Malfoy didn't write to his father about the big things that happened in the school.

Of course, it may also be that old Malfoy knew that his plan had failed, but he didn't mention it.

What's more, the status of house elves is extremely low. Unless Dobby deliberately eavesdrops, it has no source of intelligence at all.

Thinking of this, Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he felt scared.

He was afraid that the "original" plot had the so-called plot inertia, and that the world would correct the changes and guide the changed plot back to the "right track".

If that were the case, what would be the meaning of his life as an outsider?

So, although it makes sense that Dobby is still causing trouble in Quidditch, Scott is still a little worried.

He decided to go to the school hospital in the evening.

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