The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

This shows that even with Dumbledore's abilities and connections, he was powerless to help the two men in their situation.

In this situation, what can Scott do?

He didn't believe his arithmetic divination could predict any good results.

Looking at Neville's honest and obedient demeanor, he felt a little embarrassed to take his money.

"W-what's wrong?"

Neville's question brought Scott back to his senses.

"Is it that divination is not possible?"

He looked at him with apprehension.

“I will do my best,” Scott said solemnly.

He decided to be honest: "I must tell you that I cannot guarantee whether or not a result can be calculated, or what the result will be."

He looked into Neville's eyes and asked, "Can you accept this?"

"I……"

Neville's fists clenched tightly without his noticing.

"I can."

He murmured.

Chapter 179 Neville's Turning Point

Neville, who had been keeping his head down, raised it, and this was the first time he had looked Scott directly in the eye since they met.

Scott looked into Neville's eyes.

He saw a resolute determination in the boy's eyes, which were brimming with tears.

The sensor opens automatically.

At that moment, Scott clearly saw the "color" of Neville's magic.

This is……

Scott was somewhat shocked.

“I guess everyone has misjudged you, Neville,” he couldn’t help but say. “You are stronger than most people.”

"I……"

Neville looked a little dumbfounded when he heard this.

"Everyone says I'm too timid."

He lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Even my grandmother is very dissatisfied with me..."

“Let’s not talk about that now.” Scott shook his head.

He decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

"Do you have any photos of your parents?" he asked again. "If you have concrete images, divination will be easier."

"Have!"

Neville fumbled around in his robe pockets for a while, then carefully pulled out a small tin box that was originally used to hold candy.

"It's in here."

He opened the small tin box, took out a photograph, and handed it to Scott.

He said sheepishly, "I secretly brought this from home; my grandmother doesn't allow me to bring it."

Scott reached out and took the photo, glancing at it.

This is a photo of the Longbottoms when they were young, showing the couple waving enthusiastically to people outside the frame.

“Oh, you look a lot like your mother,” Scott said.

"That's what everyone in my family says."

Neville couldn't help but let out a slight smile.

Scott nodded. "Very good, now that we've covered all the known conditions, let's begin."

He gripped the quill pen and began rapidly writing lines of words on the paper, listing all the known conditions in as much detail as possible.

"By the way," he asked another question, "do you know the killer's name, Neville?"

"Yes……"

Neville's voice changed slightly.

"Bellatrix Lestrange".

At that moment, Scott heard hatred in the voice that uttered that name.

"It's the Crucifixion used by Bellatrix Lestrange."

Neville repeated the sentence.

Scott nodded slightly and wrote down the name.

After writing down all the known conditions, Scott converted them into numbers before taking out his magic wand and waving it.

"The laws of arithmetic!"

"The numbers are displayed!"

Two spells were cast in succession, and the numbers on the parchment began to move rapidly.

Scott closed his eyes.

He envisioned the Longbottoms in his mind, and he was searching for a cure for them on behalf of their son.

As time went by, the image of the couple in Scott's mind changed from their youthful beauty in the photographs.

Their expressions became blank, wrinkles appeared on their faces, and their hair turned gray.

That's how they are now.

Countless chaotic numbers rolled through Scott's mind, seemingly piecing together their future.

After a long while, when Scott felt his body was becoming weak again, he finally opened his eyes.

He noticed Neville staring intently at him, but he bit his lip tightly, afraid to make a sound.

Scott glanced down at the top of the parchment; the final number obtained from this arithmetic divination was [1].

“[1]?” he said in a comforting tone, “You can relax a bit, this result isn’t too bad.”

"Please...please tell me!"

Neville said loudly, somewhat excitedly.

Scott reached out and touched the number, then closed his eyes again.

This arithmetic divination yielded only one conclusion.

That is……

He opened his eyes and looked at Neville. "Neville, the result of this arithmetic divination shows... whether your parents recover depends on yourself."

"I?"

Neville stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"Yes."

Scott nodded affirmatively.

At first, he also found the result somewhat unbelievable.

But then I thought about it again and realized that this was the right answer.

Besides Neville, who else would be determined to find a cure for the Longbottoms?

After all, Neville's grandmother is old and probably no longer able to help.

Neville is still young; he has unlimited potential.

Whether the Longbottoms can recover depends on Neville successfully finding the right approach.

In Scott's mind, this arithmetic divination was a failure.

Because such an outcome is something you can easily imagine.

But he couldn't say that.

Moreover, this is also an opportunity.

Based on what he had just sensed, perhaps Neville could use this opportunity to change his identity.

With that thought in mind, he sensed Neville's magic again and made a decision.

"listen to me."

He said to the bewildered Nave.

"The results of the arithmetic divination tell me that someone can heal your parents..."

As he said this, he looked directly into Neville's eyes.

"That person can only be you."

"I……"

Neville shook his head with a bitter expression.

“No, I… I’m not good at studying either…” he said softly. “Everyone knows I’m practically a dud…”

He kept rambling on and on, constantly negating himself.

From the difficult awakening of magical powers in childhood to the challenges encountered in school and life...

"stop."