The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

But he chose to speak up and stop them.

Scott, taking it for granted, "understood" his meaning and proceeded without hesitation.

After that, let's just consider it another act in cooperation with this snake king.

As Snape approached, Scott, who was standing still, "obediently" lowered his head.

Although he lowered his head, he could still feel the other person's icy gaze sweeping over him.

Fortunately, it seems that Snape's main target right now is not him.

So she only glanced at him before coldly staring at the four Slytherins lying on the ground.

"good very good."

Snape gave a cold laugh and spoke slowly and deliberately in his characteristic tone.

“Some of my students are increasingly disregarding the honor of Slytherin House… and me, the Headmaster.”

Scott glanced at the ground and saw that the four Slytherins, under Snape's gaze, were pale with fright and looked like they wanted to cry.

"Can you tell me what happened, Mr. Trollope?"

Instead of freeing his student, Snape turned to Scott and asked him the same question.

This is unprecedented.

Generally speaking, this professor only follows his own will and never gives any student outside of Slytherin a chance to speak out.

It seems that Stryner and Carlo's actions have thoroughly enraged him.

Scott guessed that this was because of Stryner and Carol's behavior today, and Snape could find no reason not to deduct points from Slytherin.

They have clearly committed a serious violation of school rules.

"It's like this, Professor..."

Scott copied down the whole story and everything the people had said.

There was no embellishment or exaggeration.

Of course, the details of the battle are omitted, because he knew that the professor had basically seen everything.

"madness."

Snape's harsh assessment.

"How come I didn't know there were a few stupid Gryffindors hiding in my house?"

He reached out his hand to Scott as he spoke.

Scott, understanding the situation, handed him the four wands that belonged to the four Slytherins.

Snape took the wand, and two puffs of white mist spewed from his large nostrils.

He looked at the four students again, his tone turning vicious.

"Gentlemen, your reckless, foolish, Gryffindor-like behavior will cost the great Slytherin House 40 points!"

Snape was lenient when deducting points; he only deducted the minimum number of house points allowed by school rules.

But then he pulled out his wand.

He continued, amidst the horrified gazes of the four students, "Of course, as your headmaster, I will now teach you a lesson, and show you how to be a proper Slytherin."

"Woooo..."

"Waaah..."

Scott saw that the two unknown Slytherins had already shed tears.

Snape casually waved his wand and turned to leave.

He did not remove the restraints from the four people, but instead let them float behind him.

Scott watched them leave.

"And you, Mr. Trollope."

After taking a few steps, Snape, probably still annoyed, suddenly stopped and turned around.

Scott blinked and silently performed the brain-blocking technique.

"Hmph, I remember there's a curfew now."

Snape said this in a very unreasonable way.

"For not returning to your dorm after curfew, Ravenclaw gets 5 points deducted!"

After saying that, he snorted coldly, then turned and strode away.

His long black robe billowed up and down, like a constantly surging black cloud.

The four Slytherins floated behind him, their faces filled with a look of utter despair, like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Scott was particularly pleased with the new look he had designed for Stryner, whose head had been shaved and whose forehead bore the word "trash".

Scott put away his wand, tightened his scarf and cloak, and headed toward the Ravenclaw Tower only after Snape had walked a distance away.

Rimbaud flew down from the sky again and landed on his shoulder.

"You did a good job."

Scott praised it.

"Of course, Rimbaud is the smartest!"

Rimbaud raised his head proudly again.

Scott offered no comment on its self-assessment.

After a smooth journey back to the Ravenclaw Tower, Scott answered the question about the eagle-shaped door knocker, pushed open the door, and stepped into the warm common room.

Good evening, Scott.

Luna sat alone, curled up on the sofa by the fireplace, holding a large book in her hands.

At that moment, she looked up at Scott as he entered, her silver-gray eyes wide open.

Good evening, Luna.

Scott took off his gloves, rubbed his hands together, and went to the fireplace to warm himself.

Why aren't you asleep yet?

He turned to Luna and asked.

"I want to finish reading these pages before I go to sleep."

Luna struggled to lift the large book in her hands.

Scott glanced at it; the book's cover read "A Major Discovery in Modern Magic."

“It’s a pity…” Luna sighed deeply. “It seems that, apart from my father, none of these famous wizards have discovered the existence of the Curved Horn Snoring Beast.”

"..."

Scott was speechless. He turned and sat on another sofa, letting out a sigh of relief.

Rimbaud took flight and jumped around on the sofa.

Scott recalled Snape's reaction to the fight and considered how he should deal with the trouble that was about to unfold.

The attack by those Slytherin students was just a minor disturbance; what truly alarmed him was Snape's warning during Potions class.

Although Professor Flitwick had said he would escort him out of England...

But if all he can do is run away, it won't satisfy him.

After all, he still prefers to strike first.

"Your mind has been invaded by harassing flies."

Luna's somewhat ethereal voice interrupted his thoughts.

Scott looked over and saw her looking up at him from behind her book.

"Didn't you bring the Christmas present I gave you?" she asked.

Scott thought of the glass bottle filled with air, feeling rather helpless.

He reached into the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist, pulled out the bottle, and shook it. "Here it is."

"It seems my experiment didn't work?" Luna stared intently at the bottle, muttering to herself, "This bottle can't hold them; they've all escaped!"

"It's okay, you can continue with more experiments."

Scott said casually, glancing at her again.

He then noticed that the girl was not wearing shoes again, and her long nightgown did not cover her bare feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" he asked. "Aren't you cold?"

"Oh……"

Luna lowered her head.

Her feet were on the edge of the sofa, and her ten toes were moving restlessly.

“My shoes have all disappeared,” she said. “Everyone likes to joke with me, but sometimes they come back on their own.”

“You should tell them you don’t like jokes like that,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow.

“But I want to be friends with everyone,” Luna said earnestly.

Scott said, "Friends should be even more honest with each other."

He suddenly realized that the child lacked a lot of common sense about interpersonal relationships.

"I see." Luna nodded, seemingly understanding.

"If they don't listen to you, it means they're not your friends."

Scott stood up.

"Then you can choose to let the prefects of the upper grades handle this kind of thing."

He casually tossed his gloves on the ground and waved his wand, turning them into a pair of fluffy slippers.