The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott stopped his pretentious act.

"Love?" He thought for a moment. "I'm very busy, so I'm not willing to spend time and energy cultivating an unstable relationship for the time being."

"Is this your understanding of love?" Roger was dumbfounded.

Scott looked at him. "Is there a problem?"

"No."

Roger shook his head, gave him a thumbs up, and turned to run to the Hufflepuff table to find Cachini.

What did Roger mean?

Scott turned to Eddie and Milton and asked.

The two boys shook their heads, looking confused.

“I think… I know what he means.”

"That's what Peneno said, sitting across from them."

Scott and the other two all looked at her.

“Oh, you’re overthinking it, Scott.”

Peneno said with a smile.

"Love is just love; you should just enjoy the sweetness of it. It's not like you're getting married."

Another girl laughed, "But if it were you, with no time for dates and only focused on studying, you might actually make your girlfriend angry!"

“Managing an unstable relationship.” Peneno mimicked Scott’s words, then couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “You’re taking this too seriously. This isn’t a research topic.”

When she said she wanted it, the girls around her laughed nonstop.

Scott shrugged helplessly.

He felt he hadn't said anything wrong.

Being in a relationship will definitely slow down your progress.

On Valentine's Day, Sunday, the same long table in the auditorium was used.

A flock of owls flew overhead, dropping colorful gifts and letters.

Scott received a bunch of chocolates and a letter.

"This is!"

His three roommates stared wide-eyed at the letter in his hand.

“A pink envelope,” Milton murmured.

“Neat handwriting,” Eddie said with a wicked grin.

“And a rose stamp.” Roger winked.

Then they said in unison, "It's a love letter!"

Their voices drew more curious glances, and Scott quickly put the letter in his pocket.

“Oh! Come on, take it out and let me see, Scott.” Roger was still winking.

“I don’t know who wrote it,” Milton said with a laugh. “Maybe it was a Ravenclaw girl.”

“Maybe it’s a Gryffindor, who knows?” Eddie guessed.

"This is none of your business."

Scott began to focus on his meal, ignoring their teasing.

After breakfast, Scott found an empty classroom, opened the letter, and quickly finished reading it.

This is an apology letter.

The letter was written by the girl who once called him "the Ravenclaw hound".

She wanted to apologize to Scott for the nickname.

Of course, this is also a letter expressing goodwill.

But the letter was unsigned, and Scott had no idea who the girl who wrote it was.

Scott knew that if he wanted to find the other person, he only needed to ask Jacob.

But he didn't intend to do that.

As he said, he's not really interested in romance these days.

After putting the letter away, Scott quickly put the matter out of his mind.

He sat in his seat in the empty classroom and turned to look out the window at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

He thought of his raven, Rimbaud, which would probably never return.

I have no idea what it went through.

Scott got up, left the classroom, walked out of the castle, and finally came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Give it a try."

He muttered something to himself, took out his wand and waved it, imagining Rimbaud's appearance in his mind.

"Rimbaud is here!"

He chanted the incantation aloud, and then began to wait.

He waited for a few minutes and finally saw a black dot fly out of the Forbidden Forest and roll to the ground at his feet.

Scott bent down and picked up the piece of wood that had become broken and tattered; it had returned to its original state.

It seems that an attack has indeed occurred.

Scott touched the marks on the wooden block where it had been attacked by the spell, then casually put it back into the shape-shifting lizard skin pouch at his waist.

Scott glanced into the Forbidden Forest one last time, then turned and left.

Not long after, he encountered Harry, Ron, and Hermione walking towards him.

"Hello, Scott!"

Harry saw him and immediately walked quickly to him.

“Hello, Harry,” Scott smiled. “Ron, Hermione.”

“Oh, hello, you finally didn’t call us Weasley and Granger.” Ron smiled at him too.

“I received your Christmas presents,” Scott said. “I think we’re friends now.”

When the topic of Christmas gifts came up, Ron probably remembered the greeting cards he had given, and he blushed slightly.

“Oh, and thank you for the Christmas present, Scott,” Hermione said.

"The oral care kit you sent is very useful," Scott said politely.

At that moment, Harry leaned closer. "Scott, is that really Slytherin's daughter?"

Scott nodded at the three of them, who looked at him with curiosity. "Of course, do you think Dumbledore would lie?"

“Of course not!” Ron said immediately and firmly. “I’ve said it before, what those reporters say is usually unreliable!”

“I just want to know why she’s still alive,” Hermione said with a curious look.

"Where are you all headed?" Scott changed the subject.

"Oh, we're going to Hagrid's place."

Harry's expression was a little strange.

"He wrote me a letter inviting us to the funeral."

“A funeral?” Scott raised an eyebrow.

"He said his good friend's family, who lived in the Forbidden Forest, all died tragically..."

Harry's expression grew increasingly strange.

"To be honest, the tears on that letter made me reluctant to go."

“Oh, Harry!” Hermione said sternly, “You can’t say that! Hagrid has suffered enough!”

"Who knows what kind of people Hagrid's best friends are... He likes wild beasts with sharp teeth and claws, and thinks they are cute little creatures."

Ron gave a helpless look.

Chapter 155 Professor Baburin and Medea's Letter

"Would you like to come with us, Scott?"

Harry's invitation to Scott seems to be an attempt to drag him into the mess.

"No."

Scott quickly shook his head, decisively refusing.

"Thank you for the invitation, but I won't go. After all, I'm not that familiar with Hagrid."

It would be too awkward for him to attend the funeral of the executioner who killed Hagrid's friend's entire family.

Although Hagrid may not have known that he was the murderer.

After saying goodbye to the trio, Scott continued walking towards the castle.

In the afternoon, Scott arrived at the Ancient Runes classroom on time and knocked on a black wooden door inlaid with golden ancient runes, located next to the bookshelves in the classroom.

"Please come in."

A somewhat stiff voice came out, and Scott sensed the magical fluctuations on the door becoming more active. The door opened automatically.

"Good afternoon, Professor Barbling."

Scott walked into Professor Babling's office and closed the door behind him.

"You've arrived."

Professor Babling did not look up.