The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Scott."

Professor Flitwick looked at Scott with some concern as soon as he arrived.

"Are you really going? You know, even if I'm there, there's a chance the rescue won't be timely."

"You should trust my ability to protect myself."

Scott winked at him.

"Eight-eyed spiders can't fly, can they?"

“Indeed,” Professor Flitwick smiled.

"Compared to this..."

Scott glanced at Ms. Gray.

"I wonder if Professor Dumbledore knows about this? Did he approve of my attack on the Eight-Eyed Spider?"

“Don’t worry,” Professor Flitwick said. “Ms. Grey has already spoken with Dumbledore.”

Scott nodded. "Then I'm relieved."

Indeed, no matter how valuable the eight-eyed spider is, it can't compare to the magic of the castle.

Anyone could do this math.

Scott asked for clarification because he knew that the eight-eyed spider was kept by Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

If he really slaughters all the eight-eyed spiders, who knows if Hagrid will go berserk when he finds out.

Although I'm not afraid of him, it's best to avoid trouble if possible.

With Dumbledore's consent, Hagrid probably wouldn't be able to say anything even if he found out later.

Scott said to Professor Flitwick, "Thank you for coming to protect me, Professor."

Professor Flitwick waved his hand.

"Because the contract stipulates that you cannot accept help, Ms. Gray and I will keep our distance and follow behind you."

He entrusted Scott with the task with his own instructions, still feeling uneasy.

"So everything depends on your own efforts. I hope you can be careful."

“I understand, Professor.”

Scott nodded and said to his friends, "Then I'll go in."

"Can't we really go with you?" Fred rubbed his hands together.

“We’re not going to help you,” George said. “We just want to see.”

"Get out of the way."

Roger reached out and pushed the two guys apart.

"Don't make things worse. If you come along, Scott will have to protect you!"

“We know the Forbidden Forest very well!” Fred retorted.

George assured him, "We'll just follow from a distance, along with Professor Flitwick."

"Well, children, you should all go back now."

Professor Flitwick said seriously.

“Mr. Weasley, if you misbehave, I will inform Professor McGonagall to discipline you.”

"Sorry, we were just joking, Professor."

Fred immediately changed his tune with a grin.

"Go for it, warriors of Ravenclaw!"

George waved at Scott.

Scott waved back and turned to walk into the Forbidden Forest.

"Go Scott!"

"be careful!"

Eddie and Milton's voices came through, but Scott didn't turn around; he waved again.

He carried a magic lamp in one hand and held his wand in the other, walking step by step into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Not long after, the sound of flapping wings came from the sky, and a dark shadow flew down.

Scott raised his hand and let Rimbaud rest on his arm.

"Well, Rimbaud," he asked, "did you find the spider colony?"

Rimbaud nodded quickly and said excitedly, "Found it, found it, hahaha!"

“Very good,” Scott praised it. “Then you will lead the way.”

"Okay, lead the way!"

Rimbaud flapped his wings and flew in front of him.

Scott released his magical perception and followed.

He didn't walk very fast. Although he had his senses, he could only sense creatures with magic, and the Forbidden Forest was not lacking in such animals.

Fortunately, it's still cold January, and snakes are hibernating, so there are fewer insects, which undoubtedly makes things easier for him.

Scott kept walking, bypassing many magical animals hidden in the forest.

Although not every animal is dangerous, he didn't want to waste time dealing with them.

Especially the kind that can talk.

Yes, he was referring to centaurs.

Scott had encountered them in the Forbidden Forest and found these magical creatures with human-like intelligence to be quite troublesome.

They always like to look up at the starry sky and keep muttering some mystical words, making it impossible to communicate with them.

How much further?

Scott asked Rimbaud, who was flying ahead.

"Almost there, almost there."

Rimbaud stopped on a branch and looked at Scott.

"I'll rest for a bit to recover my strength."

Scott stood under the tree for a moment to catch his breath.

He looked up and, through the interlacing canopy of trees, saw that the bright moon had already risen.

He had now arrived deep within the forbidden forest.

It was very quiet all around; he could barely hear his own breathing.

Looking back, he saw that it was almost pitch black outside the hazy light of the magic lamp, and he did not see Professor Flitwick or Ms. Grey.

This surprised him somewhat.

You know, ghosts emit a faint white glow in the dark, so if Ms. Grey were nearby, he should have been able to see her.

They won't hide either.

"Rimbaud".

Scott looked up and gave the order.

"Go see if Professor Flitwick and the others are nearby."

Rimbaud nodded, spread his wings and flew up, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

Scott straightened up, becoming alert.

At this moment, he felt as if he were on a pitch-black sea, the area illuminated by the magic lamp resembling a small, isolated island.

Fortunately, he did not detect anything unusual.

After a while, Scott had recovered most of his strength, but Rimbaud did not return.

Something's fishy.

He couldn't help but frown.

Great!

Medea tricked me!

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked back!

Ravenclaw's offer was too tempting, causing him to overlook a piece of information he had previously been paying attention to in his haste...

Medea is aware of the current state of the magical world!

This suggests that Medea may have interacted with more than just a few of them!

Not long after, Scott stopped again.

Countless eight-eyed spiders appeared in his senses; they had launched an attack!

"Tsk."

Scott turned and carved ancient runes into an oak tree, then chanted a spell and waved his wand.

A rustling sound arose, and in his perception, countless eight-eyed spiders were rapidly approaching.

Immediately afterwards, a whooshing sound rang out, and countless white spider silks shot out from all directions.

Scott stood still, and at the critical moment, a large hand made of intertwined branches gently grasped his waist and lifted him into the air.

"Fluorescent flash!"

Scott waved his wand again, and bursts of light shot from the tip of his wand, floating in mid-air and illuminating a large area nearby.

Chapter 133 Mossag and Aragog