The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

After dinner, Scott came to the school hospital alone.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the campus hospital, Madam Pomfrey stopped him in time.

"Mr. Trollope."

She looked up and down and asked him: "Is something wrong? Or do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Scott smiled politely, "Good evening, Madam Pomfrey. I came to see Potter."

"Potter?"

Madam Pomfrey frowned and said dissatisfied: "The child needs to rest, he has thirty-three bones that need to grow! Those Gryffindor Quidditch players have been making trouble here for a while, and I have already Drive them away!"

"Is he asleep?"

Scott peeked inside.

"He fell asleep!"

Madam Pomfrey said firmly, waving Scott to leave quickly.

At this time, Potter's voice came from inside, "I'm not asleep! Let him in, madam!"

"You need to rest, child!" Madam Pomfrey turned her head and said sternly.

"Just a little while," Potter begged, "I can't sleep, my arm hurts like a knife!"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips after hearing this. She glanced at Scott again before nodding, "Okay, if it's you, Mr. Trollope. Note, you can only talk quietly. "

"Of course, thank you."

Scott nodded quickly.

Madam Pomfrey, who was blocking him, finally stepped aside.

"Remember," she added, "you can only stay for 15 minutes at most!"

"OK."

Scott smiled and walked into the ward.

"I'm here."

Potter's voice came from behind a closed curtain hanging over a hospital bed.

Scott walked over and opened the curtain.

"Hey, you okay?"

He dragged a stool and sat next to the hospital bed, looking at Potter who was sleeping motionless on the bed.

"I'm okay."

Potter used his good hand to pick up his glasses and put them on.

"I didn't expect you to come see me." He asked in a lukewarm tone.

"Eddie spoke very poorly of you." Scott shrugged. "He said half of your body turned into a rubber hose."

Potter's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said angrily: "Only one arm! This is all Lockhart's fault!"

"I saw it." Scott nodded.

Potter was embarrassed, and he said in a vague tone: "Anyway, thank you for coming to see me."

Scott smiled at him, "Potter, you're angry with me because I told Dumbledore that."

"I didn't." Potter denied immediately without thinking, and then looked away.

"You're right!" he said slightly loudly.

However, the tone sounded like he was persuading Scott or himself.

"The basilisk is too dangerous... It's fatal... Anyway, it's a good thing to deal with that monster as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, the boy seemed to have really convinced himself.

"Now that the monster has been solved, I not only got extra points, but also a special contribution award. Isn't this great?"

He turned to Scott and emphasized to him, "That's why I'm not angry!"

Scott asked clearly: "I understand, although you think I did the right thing, you still feel uncomfortable, right?"

"These are just some boring negative emotions." Potter did not deny it anymore, but said seriously, "That doesn't matter at all."

Scott laughed.

The consciousness of the "Savior" is still very high.

"I'm not going to apologize to you for this," he told the boy, "because I thought it was necessary to speak out at the time."

"I never thought about asking you to apologize." Potter's tone was a little stiff.

"By the way, I brought a gift for visiting the patient. I hope you like it." Scott changed the subject decisively.

"What?" Potter looked at him in surprise.

"Of course, totally worthless."

Scott took out a palm-sized doll from his pocket and placed it on the bedside table.

"Oh! Is this me?"

Potter turned to look at the puppet.

This is a puppet created by Scott using the transfiguration technique. The prototype is the three-headed Q version of Harry Potter that he saw online in his previous life. It is a Quidditch version wearing a red robe.

"He's still wearing a Quidditch uniform and holding a broomstick!" Potter looked at the puppet and smiled, "Did you make this? Thank you."

Scott said: "It's the 'work' of Transfiguration. You can try calling his name."

Potter's expression was a little strange, "Name? Harry Potter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet immediately moved, raised the mini broomstick in his hand, and shouted: "Harry Potter, WIN! Gryffindor, WIN!"

"Oh!" Potter laughed again, "How cute!"

"As long as you like it, Mr. Potter."

Scott stood up.

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

"You can call me Harry." The boy smiled sincerely at him, "Scott."

"Okay, Harry."

Scott did not refuse the "savior's" move to get closer, and also smiled.

"I hope you feel better soon. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Scott." Harry raised his good hand and shook it.

Scott also waved his hand, turned and walked out of the ward.

Just waiting, he thought to himself.

If Dobby sneaked into Harry's ward in the middle of the night like in the "original book", the [Harry Potter] doll would record the conversation between the two.

In this way, Scott would know why Dobby still chose to make trouble during the Quidditch game.

In addition, in order to more conveniently grasp the movements of the "Savior" in the future, Scott also thought it was necessary to plant a little spy next to him.

[Harry Potter] was a "work" he designed specifically for this purpose.

Scott believed that it could fulfill his expectations of it very well.

After leaving the school hospital, Scott came to the library on the second floor and finished the homework of two subjects in one go.

He returned to the dormitory before curfew.

"Who is it."

Eddie poked his head out from the bed curtain.

"Oh! Scott!"

"What's wrong?"

Scott walked to his bedside, took off his robe and hung it on the hanger.

"Roger and Milton," Eddie said, "It's curfew time, and they haven't come back yet."

After Scott put his pocket watch and wand on the table, he turned to him and said, "Maybe Roger is on a date?"

"I know, I think so too," Eddie said, "but Milton has always returned to the dormitory before curfew, and it has never changed."

"Is it because of the mysterious organ music?" Scott frowned.

"Maybe," Eddie said.

Roger had mentioned this several times before, but Scott was not too worried because he believed in Milton's understanding of music.

Although Milton looked dazed recently, he was like that when he was obsessed with notes.

"Maybe Roger's worry is right."

Scott also felt that something was wrong with this matter.

At this time, Eddie sat up and said, "I'm wondering if we should go to the classical music club to have a look."

Scott thought about it and felt that it would be a good idea to go.

He also wanted to feel what magic that music had.

However, when he was about to nod in agreement, Milton suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Oh! Milton. We were just about to find you." Eddie said.

"What's wrong?" Milton looked a little depressed.

"Because you've never come back so late." Scott said.

"Sorry."

Milton walked to the bed and sat down, and said with a tired face: "I've been revising that piece of music. You know, I want to change it into a symphony."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with that piece of music?" Scott walked up to him and said, "Milton, you look a little bad."

Milton shook his head, "It's okay, I'm just too tired."

Scott still looked at him.

Milton barely cheered up and said excitedly: "Soon, Scott! We will be able to rehearse that piece of music soon, and you must come to enjoy it when the time comes!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." Scott said.

When he turned around, he looked at Eddie and shook his head slightly.

He couldn't sense any abnormality from Milton's magic.

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