The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Me too."

"Tsk, those cunning fellows," Scott couldn't help but chuckle and curse.

After a moment of contemplation, he said to his roommates, "Although I don't know what role Travers played in the incident on the first night of school, it's very likely that she was involved."

He tossed the metal block in his hand.

“But we don’t need to do anything special right now. Let’s keep an eye on those freshmen for now, Eddie. To be honest, I’m also a little curious… about what Miss Travers is going to do.”

Scott recalled the girl's eyes during those two eye-to-eye moments; those silver-gray eyes inadvertently revealed a deep-seated cruelty and malice.

"I understand!"

Eddie excitedly climbed out of bed and confidently patted his chest.

"Leave the intelligence gathering to me!"

Chapter 014 New Discoveries, Undercurrents

In the days that followed, Scott saw Jacob Kent with several girls on several more occasions.

To confirm his thoughts, Scott still took the initiative to greet him twice.

He was certain that the boy understood the purpose of his greeting, but the boy always brushed it off somewhat perfunctorily.

After that, Scott never greeted him again.

He had given the boy three chances to ask for help, but the boy didn't seem to want to seek assistance.

In his view, this already showed that the other party had voluntarily associated with those girls.

So Scott naturally stopped taking the matter to heart.

But one day at the end of September, Eddie suddenly announced in his dorm room that he had made more discoveries about "that matter".

At the time, Scott didn't immediately realize which "that thing" he was referring to.

Eddie walked up to him excitedly and said, "Scott, you were right! Miss 'Poison Doll' is indeed very special."

"Ok?"

Scott then realized with a start what Eddie was talking about.

He quickly composed himself and asked calmly, "Very good, Eddie, tell me what you found?"

“You…” Eddie looked at him suspiciously, “You haven’t already forgotten about this, have you? Scott! You were the one who gave me this task!”

“Why do you say that?” Scott looked surprised. “I’ve been waiting for your progress, Eddie.”

“No, it’s not just you.” Eddie’s tone was full of distrust. “I suddenly realized that none of you have asked me about the progress of this matter recently!”

At this moment, Roger, standing behind Eddie, exchanged a guilty glance with Scott.

He quickly walked over and affectionately put his hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Of course we won't keep asking about your progress, because we know you're a genius at digging for information, Eddie. We all believe in you."

“Really?” Eddie turned his head and stared at him with a suspicious look.

“Of course.” Roger nodded without changing his expression.

Milton.

Eddie suddenly turned around, trying to find the person in the dorm who was least likely to lie and least likely to pretend.

At this moment, Scott and Roger began to panic and hurriedly looked towards Milton's bed.

Swish!

Knowing his own shortcomings, Milton quickly drew the bed curtains.

His somewhat unsteady voice came through the blue flannel, "I'm...sorry, I think I'm a little sleepy."

Scott and Roger were both somewhat helpless.

Milton was right; his guilty-sounding voice betrayed them.

"Oh, since Milton is tired, let's not disturb his rest."

Roger tried to salvage the situation, so he reached out and put his arm around Eddie's neck again, forcefully pulling him to the windowsill and then making him sit on the sofa.

Eddie, who was a bit chubby, couldn't resist the tall and strong Roger, so he could only sit down with a sour face, while staring at Roger and Scott with resentful eyes.

“You just forgot.” He leaned back on the sofa. “I should have realized it sooner.”

"Milton!" he suddenly cried out in anguish, "I thought you were the only one I could trust! I never imagined you'd gone astray too!"

“I…I’m sorry…” Milton’s soft apology came through the phone.

"never mind."

Eddie was frightened by Milton's tone and quickly and stiffly turned his anger towards the other two.

"If you ask me, this is all your fault!"

“It’s not my fault!” Roger began to shift the blame. “You know, Eddie, I spend all my free time practicing Quidditch. Captain Bruce wants to win this year’s Quidditch trophy before graduation.”

He pointed at Scott, "And Scott was the commander of this operation!"

"..."

Scott, leaning back on the bedpost, put down the small piece of ebony he was playing with upon hearing this.

“This matter…” he said, “I can explain it.”

“Is that so?” Eddie, sitting on the sofa, adopted an even more arrogant posture, crossing his legs. “Then please explain, Mr. Trollope.”

"I gave the boy two more chances to call for help..."

Scott recounted his experience.

"...So, since he gave up on it himself, I didn't take it to heart. After all, everyone has to take responsibility for their choices."

At this point, Scott had become quite self-assured.

“Then haven’t you forgotten something, Mr. Trollope?” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “That is to tell your poor roommate, Eddie Cammitchell, that he can abandon the mission!”

“Oh, Eddie! I just didn’t want to disturb your enjoyment of uncovering secrets, I know you’ve always been obsessed with it.”

Scott quickly changed the subject.

"Tell us quickly, what information have you uncovered?"

“Yes, I remember you just said you’ve made more discoveries,” Roger said. “That must be amazing news.”

"Humph."

Speaking of this, Eddie became very proud, his nose almost puffing up.

“Thank goodness I’m here, Scott.” He was practically bursting with pride. “This has exceeded your expectations. What would you have done without me?”

Scott took a deep breath and smiled kindly at Eddie. "I see. Then please tell us quickly."

"Ok."

Eddie immediately calmed down.

“I told you before. You were right, Scott. Miss Travers’s behind-the-scenes moves are quite astounding…”

Eddie revealed the secret he had uncovered.

Jasmine Travers, the Slytherin freshman whom Eddie called the "poison doll," had quietly gathered a large number of younger female students around her in less than a month after the start of the school year.

These female students were mostly first- or second-year students, primarily from Slytherin and Ravenclaw, with a small number from Hufflepuff.

Of course, there is no Gryffindor.

Most of these female students came from ancient pure-blood families or families where both parents were wizards.

“They’ve secretly formed a clandestine society,” Eddie said in a low, mysterious voice. “It’s called [The Pureblood Girls’ Afternoon Tea].”

“I can tell you made up this club name.” Roger frowned. “But that’s not important. What’s important is that since that girl has already gathered so many students, the commotion must be huge. How come no one noticed?”

“They all communicate with each other secretly and privately; they never hang out together on a large scale at the same time,” Eddie said confidently. “Those girls Scott saw getting close to Jacob Kent, they should be the core members of this group!”

"Wait a minute... how did Jacob Kent, a boy and a Muggle, manage to get in?" Roger was quite surprised. "If that's the case, this kid is pretty impressive!"

“No.” Scott said, a headache forming in his head. “What we need to figure out now is, if Eddie’s information is true, what exactly does Travers want to do? Become the new Dark Lord?”

Don't say that.

Roger's face suddenly turned pale.

"That kind of joke isn't funny at all."

Scott thought to himself, "I'd much rather this were just a joke."

You know, his top priority for this school year corresponds to Voldemort's diary and the Basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets! God knows why such undercurrents appear in parts that aren't described in the "original work".

Chapter 015 The Lesson in Protecting Magical Animals

That day, Scott and Roger were walking on a road outside Hogwarts Castle, heading to the Magical Creatures Protection Class area located on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Of the three boys in his dorm in the same year, Milton did not choose this course.

At that moment, Scott noticed the Weasley twins sneaking up behind them and reaching out to put their arms around their necks.

He laughed and strode away from Fred's hand, but Roger was caught in George's embrace.

Good morning!

Fred shrugged regretfully after failing to succeed.

George yelled into Roger's ear, "Ravenclaws!"

"Oh, have mercy on me, Fred!" Roger broke free from George's grasp, rubbing his ear and patting his robe.

"Is this revenge?" Scott turned around and asked, amused. "The Weasleys?"

“Oh, don’t do that, Scott.” Fred made a pitiful face.

George immediately chimed in: “Stingy Scott, we were just getting a little revenge, and you’re making us share the same title as Percy. By the way, I’m George Roger.”

Scott glanced disdainfully at the twins' mud-splattered robes and asked, "Did you go wallow in some mud puddle? Or have you forgotten how to use a cleansing charm?"

As he spoke, he pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at Fred, saying, "Scourgify."