The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

At that moment, he felt a scrutinizing gaze upon him.

Scott turned to look at Yaxley and saw the scrutiny and disdain in his eyes.

“I overheard their conversation, Professor.”

Scott pointed at Yaxley and said.

“Carlo mentioned that the attack on Professor Flitwick and his group was carried out by the Yaxley family, and he expressed surprise at the person’s actions.”

"Nonsense!"

Yaxley immediately glared fiercely at Scott.

"Don't make things up without evidence. A pure-blood wizard won't tolerate slander from a mudblood like you..."

"Waaaaah...—"

Dumbledore simply waved his hand, and Yaxley was forced to shut up.

“I understand,” Dumbledore said in a reassuring tone. “Don’t worry, Philius is no easy wizard to deal with; even I am not confident of defeating him.”

Scott nodded. "Yes, I hope Professor Flitwick and Ms. Gray are alright."

That's utter nonsense.

He knew, of course, that Dumbledore was exaggerating, but since it was meant to appease him, he went along with it.

“The Yaxley family wants me dead, Professor.”

Scott continued to file complaints.

“I heard them discussing that the Yaxley family and Travers, who is in Azkaban, have reached a deal.”

Yaxley's gaze toward Scott grew increasingly resentful.

“I’ll handle this, Scott.”

"Dumbledore said in a kind tone."

"As the principal of this school, I will certainly give you a satisfactory explanation."

"Thank you for your help, Professor."

Scott bowed and thanked him.

Dumbledore has now seized leverage over two more pure-blood wizarding families, and he has no interest in getting involved in the ensuing political struggles.

but……

There are some pieces of information that need to be told to Dumbledore.

He then recounted the previous connection between Carlo and Medea, including the details of their presence here.

He didn't mention the strangeness of how the challenge was successfully completed.

He didn't believe Dumbledore wouldn't have thought of that.

After listening to Scott's account, Dumbledore simply nodded slightly. "Let's go, let's go see Lady Slytherin."

Then, he called out the name of the phoenix.

"Fox".

With a melodious chirp, the large red bird suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.

It spread its magnificent wings and tail feathers in the air, like a fireball, making the surroundings even brighter.

“Lower, Fox.”

Dumbledore lowered the phoenix's height slightly.

"Grasp its tail feathers."

He gestured to Scott.

Scott reached out and grabbed a phoenix feather, feeling his palm burning hot.

Then, Dumbledore held the ropes binding the two men in one hand and grasped the phoenix feather in the other.

“Take us to the rocks under the stone bridge, Fox.”

With Dumbledore's command, Scott felt his body enveloped in a ball of fiery magic, and then, in a flash, he arrived at his destination.

There was absolutely no sense of moving through space.

Although Scott has never experienced Apparition, he has moved through fireplaces.

In comparison, the feeling of being teleported by the phoenix was far too smooth.

"Go."

Dumbledore's voice brought him back to his senses.

“You open the entrance,” he said with a smile. “I hope you can sing the school song beautifully.”

"..."

Scott nodded.

He stepped forward and, forcing himself to sing the entire school song.

As the stone gate appeared, Dumbledore clapped several times.

"Very good, I haven't heard such a beautiful school song in a long time," he said, moved.

Isn't that obvious?

Scott recalled the chaotic school song chorus at every opening ceremony dinner.

You've made everyone sound like they're playing different tunes, even with different rhythms. It would be a miracle if that sounded good!

Chapter 140 His grief was so great

Scott stretched out his right hand and forcefully pushed open the stone door in front of him.

A familiar organ melody washes over you.

The magic lamps were already lit in the passage behind the stone gate.

It was as if Medea had known they would come all along.

At this moment, Dumbledore bypassed Scott and walked into the passage first.

The Phoenix Fox landed directly on his head, pressing down on his pointed hat and causing it to collapse slightly.

Yaxley and Carlo remained bound and floated behind him.

Scott took a deep breath and followed him into the passageway.

The stone gate behind them slowly closed.

As the group walked deeper into the passage, the beautiful and solemn music became increasingly stirring.

Dumbledore stopped at the entrance to the hall.

Scott took a few steps forward, passing the two floating figures, and stood beside the principal.

No one spoke; everyone silently watched the figure playing the organ in the hall.

At this moment, Medea took off her exceptionally elaborate and gorgeous dress and wore only a simple black robe.

But her performance seemed more passionate than ever before.

Scott saw her figure moving with the music, her long, seaweed-like black hair swaying constantly, her ten fingers flying across the multi-layered keyboard, almost a blur.

For some reason, Scott did not choose to immerse himself in the music to gain benefits this time, but simply enjoyed it quietly.

Even after the music ended, the echoes lingered in the spacious hall for a long time.

clap clap clap...

Dumbledore clapped.

“Music…” he said, deeply moved, “truly possesses boundless charm.”

Scott began to applaud.

For the first time, he truly felt the extraordinary nature of this piece of music.

This isn't from a magical perspective, but only from the perspective of music.

Medea slowly rose to her feet amidst applause, then turned around.

The black veil was no longer on her face, revealing her clear features.

nice.

This was Scott's first reaction upon seeing it.

Medea was undoubtedly very beautiful.

Although her features, eyebrows, nose, and lips appear overly sharp, she is still beautiful.

It's beautiful in a way that's almost aggressive.

If this is what she really looks like, Scott thinks that Gaunt, who married her, was quite brave.

Medea is like a magnificent sword, pleasing to the eye yet sharp and ruthless.

Ultimately, what they were seeing before them was merely a doll in which Medea's soul resided.

Who knows if she turned on "beauty filters" or "appearance enhancements" when making the doll?

Thinking of this, Scott suddenly felt completely calm.

At this moment, Medea spoke.

She ignored Dumbledore and said directly to Scott, "This is the first time you've listened to me play so seriously, boy."

Scott smiled. "It was indeed a breathtaking piece of music and performance. No wonder it captivated the students in the classical music club."

"No, the music they heard back then was not played by me personally."

Medea proudly raised her chin.

"Only the music I play myself is the best."