The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He then put down his crown and took off his hat.

Then, he picked up the crown again, with a solemn expression, and slowly placed it on his head.

"Oh!"

His eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"How was it, Professor?" Scott asked curiously.

"fantastic."

Professor Flitwick murmured.

"It's quite amazing."

He suddenly picked up the quill pen on the table, quickly tore off a piece of parchment, and began to write furiously.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Scott!"

He wrote and talked at the same time.

"The crown seems to have made my mind several times more active, and I can recall the knowledge I've learned very easily!"

His voice grew softer and softer.

"I suddenly understand a problem that I couldn't figure out before! I have to write it down!"

Is the effect really noticeable?

Scott looked at Professor Flitwick with some surprise.

According to him, the crown should increase thinking speed, flexibility, and memory.

In this way, it can indeed be said that wisdom has been increased.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick quickly filled the entire parchment with writing.

"That's great!" he said happily. "This problem has been bothering me for years!"

“Congratulations, Professor,” Scott said.

"Oh……"

Professor Flitwick suddenly frowned.

"I must take off my crown."

He then picked up the crown with both hands and placed it back on the table.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Scott asked curiously.

"I understand how to use it."

Professor Flitwick looked at the crown and answered.

“Using a crown comes at a price; the more profound and complex the problems you use it to aid your thinking, the more easily you become mentally exhausted.”

Is that so?

Scott, on the contrary, thought this was more reasonable.

"This is already very good."

He said.

"In this way, the crown can not only help us think at critical moments, but also prevent us from abusing or becoming dependent on it."

"you're right."

Professor Flitwick laughed again.

He reached out to Scott.

"Come here, Scott!" he shouted. "You deserve the most credit for finding the crown, you should try it on too!"

"My pleasure."

Scott walked to the desk, picked up the crown with both hands, and examined it carefully.

To be honest, this eagle-shaped crown, set with large, sparkling sapphires, is very ornate and beautiful, but not suitable for men to wear.

"Hurry up and put it on and experience it," Professor Flitwick urged.

Scott cast aside his irrelevant thoughts and raised his hand to place the crown on his head.

In an instant, he felt a cool sensation slowly enveloping his brain.

The feeling of comfort is hard to describe.

Scott immediately felt his mind was more active than ever before.

He began to think about a course he was still working on recently: combination spellcasting.

Then, the knowledge he had learned before automatically came to mind.

His mind rapidly integrated this useful knowledge, and soon, one difficulty after another began to be overcome.

Scott only removed the crown when he felt a throbbing pain in his head.

He silently estimated that this short period of thinking was equivalent to the results of several days of diligent study.

Of course, this requires the learning process to go smoothly without being hindered by any difficult problems.

"It's really amazing."

He put the crown back.

“This is a bit scary,” he murmured. “I have to say, the allure of this crown to us Ravenclaws is just too great.”

"That's what I think too."

Professor Flitwick nodded in agreement with what he said.

"So I have to think carefully about how to use the crown."

Scott bluntly stated, "You really should draft an effective system, otherwise..."

He smiled.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but Ravenclaw can be pretty crazy too."

Professor Flitwick glanced at him and laughed.

“Of course I know, Scott,” he said. “I’m a Ravenclaw too. To be honest, I also have to use most of my willpower to suppress my inner greed.”

Scott said, "You're already a morally inclined Ravenclaw."

Professor Flitwick shook his head and sighed, "Oh, you're always so insightful. Sometimes I feel like you're not a 14-year-old at all, Scott."

“It’s probably due to family reasons,” Scott replied naturally. “You know, our family background is a bit complicated.”

Professor Flitwick nodded in agreement.

He told Scott in a casual tone, "Sometimes I'm glad that the Ravenclaws are basically powerless."

Upon hearing this, Scott burst out laughing.

"So you've thought about this too?" Professor Flitwick said. "If the Ravenclaws are as power-hungry as the Slytherins... that would be terrible."

He shook his head again.

“It’s not that I look down on the Slytherins,” he said softly, “it’s just that… the Ravenclaws can come up with far more tricks than the Slytherins.”

Scott couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He didn't know the Slytherins of the past.

But the Slytherins who are active now seem to have been brainwashed by the "pure-blood supremacy" theory, and they are all a bit too "straightforward".

The most cunning modern Slytherin Scott had ever seen was Snape.

But he felt that Snape wasn't actually a very cunning person.

The truly cunning Slytherin should be like Medea.

Even now, Scott's understanding of her remains as vague as if shrouded in mist.

Scott chatted with Professor Flitwick for a while, practiced some spells, and then returned to the Ravenclaw Tower through a secret passage in the office.

Before leaving, Professor Flitwick asked Scott not to mention the crown when he got back, but to wait until he had thought it over before announcing it. Scott agreed.

Upon entering the common room, Scott was stopped by Jacob.

He walked to the sofa in the corner of the common room and sat down, looking at Jacob sitting opposite him.

Good evening, Scott.

"good evening."

Scott looked up and observed Jacob.

“You’ve changed a bit,” he said.

"Thank you too."

Jacob became more lively than before.

“I’ve thought about what you said for a long time,” he said. “You’re right. When I look at my surroundings from a different perspective, I immediately get a different response.”

Scott nodded.

Jacob continued, "I was too insecure before."

At this point, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I've come to know my classmates in a new light. After all, where are there so many bad guys?"

Chapter 187 Professor Ravenclaw

Scott looked into Jacob's eyes, sensing his magic, and confirmed that he wasn't lying, so he smiled with some relief.

Looks like I have a talent for "talking my way out"?

For a moment, he was quite pleased with himself.

He said to Jacob, “It is good that you think this way. If you are always on guard against everyone and your relationships with others are only about interests, what is the joy in living like that?”