The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The timing was perfect; thanks to the intricate layout of Hogwarts Castle, Jasmine Travers had just returned to her dormitory.

"Jasmine, you're finally back!"

Scott heard a strange girl's voice. He waved his wand again, turning his armor into a robe, and swam closer to the glass window of the dormitory, hiding among the lush seaweed.

"I was worried about you. What if Professor Snape found out..."

“Don’t worry, Morgan. I won’t get caught by that scumbag Filch.” Jasmine Travers’s voice returned to normal once she got back to her dorm room, the comforting gentleness gone.

Chapter 024 Some people don't play by the rules.

Scott saw another girl in the double room through the glass window.

Morgan Avery, Jasmine Travers's companion.

At this moment, the two girls in the dormitory were sitting on the edge of their respective beds.

Unbeknownst to them, a small black bat took the opportunity to climb down from Jasmine Travers' sleeve and hide among the folds of the dark green bed curtains.

Morgan Avery asked with a smile, "So, Jasmine, what did Caitlin say?"

“She will do as I say,” Jasmine Travers replied confidently.

“You’re something else, Jasmine!” Morgan Avery chuckled. “Caitlyn, that silly girl from the Rolles family, thinks she’s your best friend!”

"Oh."

Jasmine Travers chuckled.

“Meeting Catelyn on the Hogwarts Express was my good fortune,” she said with a cheerful expression. “If it weren’t for that silly girl, I wouldn’t have been able to win over those Ravenclaw purebloods.”

“You’re really lucky. You only complained a little, and she volunteered to teach Jacob a lesson for you.” Morgan Avery sighed. “Why didn’t I meet such a lovely girl?”

"Hmph, you can only envy me."

Jasmine Travers first made a joking remark, then suddenly stood up and walked to Morgan Avery's bedside, looking down directly at her.

“But I won’t let you surpass me, Morgan.”

Her voice continued to grow cold as she reached out and lightly scratched Morgan Avery's face with her fingernails.

"You should know that a group can only have one leader."

Morgan Avery looked up at her blankly, then suddenly grasped her hand and forced a smile.

"What are you talking about, Jasmine!" she forced a smile. "Of course I'm joking! I don't have any such thoughts, I just want to be by your side!"

Jasmine Travers looked into Morgan Avery's eyes, and it took her several seconds to look away.

She sat down beside Morgan Avery, holding her hand, and rested her head on her shoulder.

“Morgan, Morgan, since your grandfather followed the Dark Lord since his student days, and your father also eagerly joined the Dark Lord’s ranks during his student days, can’t you also follow me?”

"Of course I will!"

Morgan Avery turned his head and looked cautiously at Jasmine Travertt.

“We’ve known each other since we were little, haven’t we? Before that, I never knew there was such a genius as you. I have no doubt that you will achieve amazing things, Jasmine, no, Lord Travers.”

“No, keep calling me Jasmine, Morgan.”

Jasmine Travers raised her hand again and gently stroked Morgan Avery's hair.

“You are an Avery, a noble pureblood, Morgan. I will never let you kneel down and kiss the hem of my robe.”

Before Morgan Avery could answer, she suddenly stood up and walked to the glass window of the dormitory.

“You know, Morgan. In the Travers family, all I grew up with were those fake magical portraits and lowly house-elves.”

Scott listened to the sounds coming from his ears and watched as the girl's beautiful face inside the glass window gradually distorted.

“I have never been to Azkaban to see my father!” Jasmin Travers’s voice was almost a sigh. “That was the price he had to pay for following others. But I am different…”

She then turned to look at Morgan Avery, "I decided a long time ago that I would make everyone follow me."

“You will, Jasmine.” Morgan Avery looked at Jasmine Travers, his words becoming somewhat stammering. “I… I mean, you… you are very smart and very strong. And… and besides, we are just a group of lower-year girls right now, so we won’t attract Dumbledore’s attention.”

Jasmine Travers said approvingly, “You’re right, Morgan. Most wizards look down on witches; they always think they’re better than witches, let alone the ‘play’ between little girls like us.”

Gee...

Just as I expected...

Scott marveled at the sight. Was this really an 11-year-old girl? He even began to suspect that inside that innocent shell was another ambitious time traveler.

But remembering the other person's usual flawed behavior and those embarrassingly childish remarks from earlier, he quickly dismissed the idea.

You're too naive, Miss Travers.

Becoming the new Dark Lord isn't something you can achieve by forming cliques with your sisters and bullying your classmates.

Inside the dormitory, the two girls had finished their "serious" conversation and started chatting and laughing together again.

"By the way, Jasmine. Aren't you tired of Jacob yet?" Morgan Avery chuckled gleefully. "I'm worried that if this continues, his body won't be able to take it, and it won't be good if the professors find out something."

Holy crap! What kind of outrageous language is this?

Scott couldn't help but strain his ears.

“That’s true. Although I only used minor curses when I disciplined him, it can cause problems in the long run,” Jasmine Travers said somewhat impatiently.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He thought that Jacob was already exceptionally gifted at the age of 11!

“I’m tired of him,” Jasmine Travers said nonchalantly. “After he finishes that task this time, we don’t need to pay him any more attention. There are plenty of lowly Mudbloods at Hogwarts now; we can just find another toy.”

Morgan Avery then clucked and laughed incessantly like a little hen.

“You’re so wicked, Jasmine. If those lowly Mudbloods got your invitation and saw how many beautiful girls our group has, they’d jump right in without a second thought!”

“That’s not important.” Jasmine Travers suddenly frowned. “Scott Trollope, I’ve always suspected that Mudblood has discovered something. I can’t stand the way he looks at me, he’s looking down on me! It’s a serious offense!”

"Okay, don't be angry, Jasmine."

Morgan Avery began to comfort her.

"Didn't we already have a plan? If things go smoothly, I think we'll teach Trolop a lesson he won't be so arrogant about anymore!"

"That's right, regardless of whether he's a genius or not."

Jasmine Travers reached out and gripped the bed curtains tightly, her voice becoming somewhat shrill.

"The lowly Mudbloods can never look down upon the noble Purebloods!"

Scott listened calmly to their conversation, even feeling a little like laughing.

He wanted to hear what kind of lesson these two kids planned to teach him.

Then, he will give them a truly unforgettable lesson. This should make their immature minds acutely aware of the treacherous nature of the world.

You should know that in this world, some people don't play by the rules.

Chapter 025 A Clichéd Conspiracy, Morning

Scott lay quietly among the seaweed at the bottom of Black Lake, listening to the two girls' conversation through the bat that had smuggled in.

Jasmine Travers' tone now carried a hint of impatience.

She said, "It will be soon. That Mudblood Trollope will soon be disgraced. What Ravenclaw Transfiguration genius? Mudbloods should stay groveling in the mud!"

Morgan Avery may have come from a family with a tradition of flattery; she had completely embraced the role of a follower and immediately and skillfully began to fawn over her young master.

"Of course, it's impossible for a Mudblood to produce a genius like you, Jasmine."

Her tone was even a little too obsequious, clearly indicating that she was deeply immersed in the role.

"If you ask me, it's all because Dumbledore is too fond of associating with Muggles. The atmosphere at Hogwarts is getting more and more decadent! It's unbelievable that someone like that can be worshipped as a genius!"

"Alright," Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. "No need to bother with those country bumpkins."

If it weren't for the smugness in her tone, one would have thought she was genuinely nonchalant.

However, Scott saw the two girls' antics as nothing more than children playing house.

“If only Jasmine could teach Trollope a lesson herself,” Morgan Avery said with a hint of regret. “If it were you, even if Trollope were a fourth-year student, your magic would surely defeat him!”

I'm really looking forward to it too.

Scott burst out laughing when he heard this.

Unfortunately, Avery's little master, while somewhat childish and immature, wasn't that stupid.

Jasmine Travers shook her head. "No, Trollope isn't the kind of guy Jacob can be easily taught a lesson. Even I would have a hard time making a sound if the opponent were him."

Morgan Avery immediately agreed, saying, "That's true. Although Trollope is just a lowly Mudblood, it would be a waste to attract Dumbledore's attention for this reason."

“Tomorrow,” Jasmine Travers said. “Tomorrow Caitlin Roll will make her move.”

"I will spread the message through our group as quickly as possible!"

Morgan Avery added excitedly.

"Then the whole of Hogwarts will know that Scott Trollope, a fourth-year Ravenclaw, is a hidden scoundrel!"

At this point, she let out another laugh, like a little hen clucking.

Jasmine Travers laughed too. Both girls were excited, and they talked animatedly, even looking forward to tomorrow.

They couldn't wait to see the show they had planned.

To be honest, Scott was somewhat disappointed.

He thought it was some interesting scheme targeting him, but in the end he found that the two little witches were talking about the same old plan.

Even the method used against Jacob was exactly the same: having Caitlin Roll, who had been thoroughly manipulated by Jasmine Travers, use a self-inflicted injury to frame the target.

This time, however, their idea went a step further: they wanted to portray Scott as a pervert who wanted to force himself on younger female students.

Unfortunately, their ideas were impossible to realize.

Thanks to Scott, Caitlin Roll, the one who orchestrated the self-inflicted injury, will be bedridden for some time starting tomorrow.

Of course, even if Caitlin Roll were still unharmed, and even if Scott knew nothing about it, he believed he was unlikely to fall into such a trap.