The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“Medium? I know, but I’m not satisfied with that,” Jacob said calmly.

Scott simply said, "Then you'll have to work on it yourself."

Jacob responded, then took out paper and pen and began asking Scott some questions about transfiguration.

Scott patiently answered his questions.

He will still do his best to fulfill his promises.

After Jacob finished asking his question, Scott took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. There was still some time before the agreed two hours were up.

As Jacob put away his paper and pen, he said, "May I ask a question unrelated to transfiguration?"

“Yes,” Scott said, “but I might not answer all of them.”

Jacob nodded.

“I heard about what happened yesterday.” He looked at Scott. “The news from Gryffindor is that you helped Neville improve his magic.”

It turned out to be the case.

Scott understood.

“Your information network is quite good.” He looked at Jacob.

Jacob smiled. “Many people don’t believe this, thinking it’s just bragging, but I think it might actually be true.”

“That’s true,” Scott said.

His eyes lit up as he looked at Jacob.

“But that’s not accurate,” Scott added. “Neville’s magic isn’t being enhanced, it’s being released.”

"Release?" Jacob asked, puzzled.

Scott gave a brief explanation of Neville's situation.

"...Neville's problem stemmed from psychological issues, which is a very unusual case," he concluded.

“So that’s how it is.” Jacob’s tone was tinged with regret. “I thought…”

Scott said with a bit of a laugh, "You overestimate me."

Jacob, however, said, “I want to try.”

“Huh?” Scott looked at him in surprise.

“I want to give it a try,” Jacob said earnestly. “Although I don’t have any psychological problems, even the slightest progress would be good.”

"These are not the same thing."

Scott shook his head.

"Besides, if it were you, I probably couldn't do it either."

He looked at Jacob.

“A person with such a strong will is unlikely to be affected by illusion spells, nor will they easily open their heart. My magical fluctuations cannot guide your magical power.”

“I can,” Jacob said.

"Ok?"

Scott was genuinely surprised.

He looked Jacob up and down, then shook his head, still insisting on his judgment, "I can't be wrong."

Jacob frowned slightly. "After everything that's happened, haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

His words were so cryptic that Scott didn't understand them at first.

“I thought I had made my stance clear,” Jacob said earnestly. “I am willing to follow you and take your lead, Scott.”

But I didn't intend to start any organization...

Scott was a little confused.

He didn't want to be the Demon King.

“Our backgrounds and positions are aligned,” Jacob continued. “Of course, if you’re still concerned, we can draw up a contract…”

"stop."

Scott reached out to stop Jacob from continuing.

“Go ahead and try it if you want,” he said. “It’s no big deal.”

Jacob's eyes lit up again.

"No contract is needed?" he asked.

“No need!” Scott said irritably. “Do you have some misunderstanding about me? I’m not trying to build any organization.”

“No?” Jacob was somewhat surprised. “But you have already gathered a number of people around you.”

Who are you talking about?

Scott was completely baffled.

Jacob began to list them off, "Your roommates go without saying, besides those three, there are the Weasley twins, Cedric Diggory, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom, whom we got together yesterday..."

Scott felt a bit overwhelmed as he listened to him.

“Oh, by the way,” Jacob added, “even the Savior and his two friends get along well with you…”

"You in the end..."

Scott couldn't help but facepalm.

He always thought this kid was fairly normal.

In retrospect, it's possible that the heavy blow he received from Travers after entering the magical world caused his thinking to go astray.

"I am not Travers."

Scott said with a dark expression.

"The people you mentioned are all my friends."

“Is that so?” Jacob nodded as if he understood. “I understand.”

"Good that you understand." Scott finally smiled.

The next second, Jacob said meaningfully, "I can be your friend too!"

"..."

You don't understand a thing!

Scott almost swore.

"No...you don't understand..."

Scott looked at Jacob's questioning eyes and felt powerless.

No, he has to explain himself!

“I mean true friends.” He looked earnestly into Jacob’s eyes. “Friends! The literal meaning! Nothing more, you understand?”

Jacob, upon hearing this, simply stared at him blankly.

Scott knew he still hadn't figured it out.

"You're too nervous, kid!"

Scott reached out and patted him hard on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

Seeing Jacob's unusually bewildered expression, Scott suddenly recalled the first time he saw Jacob last semester.

This made him sigh.

"I know, it's because you've had bad luck, and all the bad things you've encountered since you first entered the magical world."

Scott softened his tone.

"Those experiences force you to make changes to protect yourself and your family."

Scott recalled boasting to Eddie that he was a “helpful and kind person.”

I never imagined that I would actually be doing good deeds now.

"But I want to say... don't let those things affect your judgment."

He looked sincerely into Jacob's eyes.

"The magical world may have many dangers and many scoundrels, but it's not without good people and good things. Here, you can not only learn amazing magic, but also make true friends."

"True friends?"

Jacob repeated Scott's words hesitantly, his eyes turning red.

At that moment, Scott suddenly thought of something.

This kid is only 11 years old.

The little boy who used to curl up on the sofa and cry helplessly may still be there.

However, he has already hidden himself in a false disguise and layers of sharp shells.

Chapter 185 On the Use of Crowns

"You'd better think about it carefully, Jacob."

Scott said.

"Come find me when you've thought it through. Of course, I won't go back on my word."

He stood up, waved casually, and left the classroom.

Scott closed the classroom door and shook his head as he listened to the suppressed sobs coming from inside.

That's more like an 11-year-old child.

She's still old enough to celebrate Children's Day.

Honestly, Scott doesn't want to see another Travers.