The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott looked over as well and saw many interesting expressions.

Joy, doubt, pride, fear...

The Slytherin students, especially those of pure-blood descent, seemed to have mixed feelings at this moment.

No one wore a genuine expression of joy.

"So they can be afraid too?"

Eddie whispered to Scott.

"I thought they would be overjoyed when they heard the news."

That's nothing unusual.

Scott glanced at him.

Those who clamor for pure-blood chauvinism are merely protecting their own interests.

An old monster who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, who knows what her attitude is.

Pure-blood wizards are just using Slytherin's name as a banner; others may not know this, but don't they know it themselves?

Chapter 149 Visiting Milton at the School Hospital

Dumbledore dropped a bombshell in the Great Hall, but offered no further explanation, instead announcing the start of dinner.

Many people didn't enjoy their dinner very much.

Except for Scott.

Scott had slept all day and was starving; even eating some cookies didn't help.

At this moment, he had put everything else aside and was focused on stuffing something into his mouth.

When he finished eating, he found that the professors had already left.

I thought Dumbledore would talk to me about what happened last night.

Scott rubbed his slightly bloated stomach.

It seemed the old principal was too busy to bother with him, and Scott was naturally happy to have some peace and quiet.

Shaking his head, Scott and Eddie headed towards the school hospital.

"Is this for Roger?" he asked, looking at the packaged food in Eddie's hand.

“Of course,” Eddie said with a hint of schadenfreude. “The students at the school hospital have specially prepared food that they have to eat according to Mrs. Pomfrey’s menu.”

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the school hospital.

Why is it so noisy?

Scott frowned as he listened to the commotion coming from the ward.

"Is it because there are too many people in the hospital?"

Eddie was the first to push open the door and go inside.

The two did not see Mrs. Pomfrey, who usually blocked their way, and walked into the ward without any obstacles.

The ward was already full, and everyone seemed to be arguing about something, making a huge fuss.

Scott waved to Roger, who was sitting beside Cachini's bed, and headed straight for Milton in the corner.

"No matter how you look at it, this is a disgrace to you Slytherin, who have produced countless evil dark wizards throughout history!"

"Now that even the daughter of the most evil wizard has appeared, it's very likely that the most evil Slytherin himself will soon make his appearance!"

"The British magical world is doomed!"

"Ha, aren't you all the same? You made a deal with an evil wizard!"

"I was just deceived, all because of the evil Slytherin!"

"Don't think your academy has never produced a dark wizard!"

"Our academy has only produced a few dark wizards."

"Even fewer in our college!"

"Our college simply doesn't have it!"

Which college are you from?

Hufflepuff!

"..."

Scott listened to the heated argument as he walked to Milton's bedside.

Scott, you've come!

Milton, who seemed to have been lost in thought, finally noticed him.

"How are you feeling?"

Scott moved a stool over and sat down.

“I’m fine,” Milton said with a smile. “I’m just exhausted. If Mrs. Pomfrey hadn’t forbade it, we would have been discharged long ago.”

“What are they arguing about?” Scott pointed to some people arguing on the other side.

“They just don’t like each other,” Milton succinctly observed. “They want to argue, but the content of the argument doesn’t matter.”

“You seem to have changed a bit,” Scott said, looking at Milton.

Milton laughed again. "I've just figured it out, Scott."

“How so?” Scott asked.

"I've figured it out. It was a mistake for me to leave the classical music club before."

Milton's eyes were bright.

"Although I no longer have the talent, my love for music remains, and I will no longer run away from it."

Scott was happy for him when he heard this. "Hobbies don't require talent. It may be a bit tough to reach the previous level, but as long as you love it, that's enough."

“Yes.” Milton nodded repeatedly.

Just then, Eddie ran over.

"How about it?"

Scott gave him the stool and walked to William's bedside on the other side.

He was sitting on his hospital bed reading a book, and the heated argument next to him did not affect him.

Hey, are you okay?

He didn't move any more stools, and simply leaned against the wall.

“Very good.” William put down the book he was holding.

"This is?"

Scott looked at the book in his hand.

It was a British secondary school math textbook.

"You want to go to university?" he asked curiously.

“That’s right,” William said with a smile. “After graduating from Hogwarts, I plan to go to a secondary school for a year and then take the college entrance exam.”

"Law school?" Scott asked.

William nodded.

"Are you willing to part with it?" Scott's feelings were complicated.

"So what?" William laughed dismissively. "Becoming a lawyer has been my dream since I was a child."

Scott asked softly, "Can you tell me what you and Medea exchanged?"

“I’m sorry.” William shook his head.

Scott quickly said, "I'm the one who should be apologizing."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before Scott called Eddie and they left the ward together.

They ran into Mrs. Pomfrey, who was rushing over, at the entrance of the school hospital.

Mrs. Pomfrey glanced at them and rushed into the ward.

Immediately afterwards, they heard the woman shouting very loudly.

Roger was then kicked out by her.

Scott and Eddie stood outside the school hospital, watching Roger's gloating laughter.

On the way back, Scott asked Roger again, "Do you know what Cachini traded for?"

Roger's expression was complicated upon hearing this; he seemed hesitant to speak, as if he were quite conflicted.

"What's wrong?" Eddie looked at him strangely.

"Come with me."

Roger led the two to an empty classroom.

“Kachini…”

He opened his mouth, but spoke somewhat hesitantly.

"She...exchanged her musical talent."

"What?" Eddie exclaimed. "Could that be Milton's?"

No wonder Medea traded Milton's musical talent for her.

Scott thought.

So they were in the business of buying and selling?

This was something he hadn't considered before.