The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

After class, on the way back to the castle, Fred chuckled and raised his wand.

"Diffindo!"

A bright pink light shot out from the tip of his wand, severing a branch in front of him.

“It’s a cutting spell, but it might not be painless. Maybe you could try using it to cut off Percy’s nose and see if he screams,” George said.

"Great idea!" Fred exclaimed excitedly. "Without a nose, Percy can no longer dream of becoming Minister of Magic, and our future might be much easier."

At this point, he happily high-fived George, his face showing an eager expression.

"..."

Scott wanted to ask what kind of devils these two guys were, and once again felt a deep sense of sympathy for Percy.

And... the idea of ​​not having a nose or anything sounds so familiar...

With two brothers like these, Percy, without a nose, might indeed give up his dream of becoming Minister of Magic... and instead choose the more promising career of the Dark Lord.

“Professor Kettleburn is probably mistaken. We haven’t learned the Painless Cutting Charm. I remember it being a spell used for clinical surgery, probably only used by the healers at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries.”

Roger was recalling the books he had read.

"Perhaps we can consult Mrs. Pomfrey at the school hospital."

“No, we can’t go to the school hospital!” Fred immediately shook his head frantically.

George said accusingly, "Mrs. Pomfrey strictly forbids us from approaching her territory!"

"Just because we gave Harry, who was in a coma in the hospital ward last school year, a toilet seat from the school bathroom as a gift!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey has put us on a blacklist!"

"Unless we completely cut off our own hands and feet."

"Otherwise, we won't be able to step into the school hospital!"

"..."

Scott was at a loss for words. He always thought these two guys were weird enough, but they always managed to do something even weirder.

“Leave this to Roger and me,” Scott said. “I can also consult Professor Flitwick, and then we’ll teach you after we’ve learned it.”

Roger said helplessly, "Let's do it this way."

"Thank you, Scott! Roger!"

May Merlin bless you!

Fred and George then began praising the two of them loudly and exaggeratedly until they couldn't take it anymore and stopped.

Chapter 017 Hair Care "Potion", Luna

It was another ordinary day. Scott, having finished his classes, pushed open the door to his dormitory.

Good evening, Scott.

Eddie was the only one in the dorm room, and he was carrying a huge backpack.

“Milton went to the classical music club, and Roger made another date with a girl,” Eddie told Scott.

“And now you’re going to go and start swindling again,” Scott said.

Eddie gave him a fawning smile. "Don't call me out, Scott. I just want to earn a little extra money."

Scott shook his head. "Of course I won't expose you on purpose. But I'd like to remind you that I'm not the only one who can tell that the brain-boosting drug you sold last school year was actually Vixen's excrement."

“Oh! Of course, many people are able to tell the difference between real and fake potions,” Eddie said enthusiastically. “But doing business also requires strategy and choosing your customers carefully. My customers are those little wizards who are empty-headed and desperately seeking treatment to pass exams.”

He took his backpack off his back, placed it on the bed, and opened it, saying repeatedly, "Besides, your information is outdated. Baffa Brain-Boosting Potion is only available during exam season. I've brought something completely new this time!"

He took a small glass bottle out of his backpack, shook it in his hand, and said proudly, "Special hair care potion, say goodbye to dry and frizzy hair!"

Scott reached out and took the bottle of "magic potion," opened it, smelled it, and said irritably, "I can tell this is just a Muggle brand ginger conditioner because my mom uses it."

"How about it? I spent a lot of money this time. This is not the same level of product as vixen feces. At least it is somewhat useful." Eddie said with some pride.

“I think a lot of Muggle-born wizards know this.” Scott handed the glass bottle back. “If you get caught and get beaten up, I won’t come to your rescue, Eddie.”

Eddie put the glass bottle back in his backpack, acting nonchalant. "It's alright. I've said before that you have to be selective when doing business. This time I'll sell the 'hair potion' to little witches who know nothing about the Muggle world or who don't usually care about cosmetics."

"what ever."

Scott shook his head, walked to the bookshelf next to his bed, and took down a copy of "Intermediate Transformation Guide".

"Did you know that ever since Professor Lockhart, who is so radiant, came to Hogwarts, some of the little witches who are fascinated by him have developed a love for beauty, and they are especially enthusiastic about hair care?"

Eddie's mouth won't stop easily.

"Especially some of the little witches from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. But they can’t afford the owl shampoo that Professor Lockhart promotes, even though he has repeatedly boasted that his shampoo can ‘lock in shine’."

He slung his backpack over his shoulder again and patted his chest.

"That's when it's up to me, Eddie Cammitchell, the Ravenclaw underground merchant, to save their hair and their love of beauty."

"Alright, Eddie, shut up. I think I have to go to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club." Scott didn't want to hear Eddie's business talk here.

“Oh, okay, do you need me to send you a few bottles?” Eddie looked up at Scott’s shiny black curly hair. “They’ll at least give your hair a natural fragrance.”

"No need, thank you."

Scott flatly refused, and walked directly out of the dormitory with the books and wand, giving him a wary glare at the same time.

"Don't even think about using my name for advertising! I don't want to suddenly be associated with any strange reputation."

“Okay, okay.” Eddie glanced at him regretfully and followed him. “Wait for me, I’m going out too.”

Even after leaving the dorm room, Eddie didn't stop talking.

“But it doesn’t matter, Milton has already accepted my gift. Besides, his long, flowing hair is more convincing than your short, naturally curly hair.”

“I dare say Milton had no idea what you were trying to do; he just happily accepted the gift from his friend!” Scott couldn’t help but give him another disdainful look.

Eddie laughed shamelessly, "What does it matter? It's just mutually beneficial."

Scott didn't want to say much more to him, but simply reminded him, "You'd better not sell these things in Ravenclaw, or I won't be optimistic about your future at the House."

"Of course, I'm not that stupid!" Eddie assured him confidently.

But as the two passed the common room, he immediately ran to a little witch sitting alone by the window.

Good evening, Luna!

Eddie greeted him warmly.

Good evening, Eddie.

The little witch had dark golden-brown hair, and her voice was ethereal. She didn't look at Eddie as she spoke, but instead stared motionlessly out the window, wearing a strange pair of glasses.

Luna Lovegood is also a new Ravenclaw student this year.

She was a rather unsociable little witch; even Scott had overheard someone call her "crazy girl."

But Scott noticed her not just because she was a named character in the "original work".

According to Eddie's latest intelligence, Luna is the only non-Muggle-born female student in the lower grades of Ravenclaw who hasn't yet become involved with Jasmine Trafter.

Of course, this also exacerbated her isolation among those girls.

“Oh Luna, maybe I’m saying this to make you a little unhappy,” Eddie said, feigning concern. “But I must say, objectively speaking, your hair is indeed a bit frizzy.”

Upon hearing this, Luna turned around and took off her glasses.

"really?"

She reached out and touched her hair, revealing a carrot-shaped earring.

I feel fine.

Her eyes were somewhat protruding, and her eyebrows were very light, giving her a surprised expression.

But I think you can do better!

Just as Eddie was about to pitch his product to Luna, Scott chuckled and walked over, grabbing the shoulder strap of Eddie's backpack.

"Eddie."

He gave Eddie a warning look, then said to Luna, "Don't listen to him, Miss Lovegood."

“I know you, you’re Scott Trollope. I really like the painting you gave to Professor Flitwick.” Luna looked at Scott with a dazed expression. “May I call you Scott?”

“Of course.” Scott smiled. “By the way, Eddie likes to sell harmless but useless gadgets. You’d better not believe anything he tries to sell.”

"Hey! Scott!!"

Eddie stared at Scott in disbelief, his eyes filled with accusation.

[You promised you wouldn't expose me, didn't you?]

[You promised you wouldn't sell anything in Ravenclaw?]

Scott returned his gaze with a meaningful look.

"Hehehahaha..."

At this moment, Luna suddenly burst into exaggerated laughter.

“You guys are really interesting,” she said. “You can also call me Luna, Scott.”

"Okay, Luna. But we have to go now, goodbye."

Scott waved the book in his hand.

"Goodbye."

Luna waved her hand, turned around, put on those strange glasses again, and looked out the window.

"Let's go."

Scott dragged a resentful Eddie out of the common room.

Chapter 018 Cedric's Inquiry

Scott and Eddie went their separate ways after walking down the Ravenclaw Tower together.