The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He began to carefully read the letter in the dim light.

You certainly didn't disappoint me, boy.

I admire your prudence...

I think I've been tricked.

Scott thought.

[Shafik didn't lie to you; I instructed her to write that letter to you.]

You really didn't believe her.

The raven you sent to investigate her was a fine piece of work; it seems you've already used up that Philosopher's Stone...

Okay, I really fell for it.

Scott sighed.

[Please contact me directly from now on, boy.]

My fireplace number is "01".

M·S]

Scott, expressionless, crumpled the letter and envelope into a ball and tossed it into the air.

"Flames are raging!"

Flames erupted from his raised wand, burning the paper ball to ashes.

Small fireplace?

Why not just call it Little Smart?

Scott took the small fireplace out of the box, opened the jar of Floo Powder, and used the small spoon to scoop some Floo Powder into the small fireplace in his hand.

Bang!

A green flame rose from the small fireplace.

“Number 01,” Scott said.

The green flame inside the small fireplace flickered, and Medea's figure appeared within it.

“Good evening, boy,” she said with a chuckle. “It seems you’ve received the email I sent you.”

Good evening, Medea.

Scott's voice was calm.

He didn't speak rashly, wanting Medea to take the initiative to explain her intentions.

"Are you confused?" Medea asked, still with a smile.

They're really tough to deal with.

Scott sighed helplessly, "I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard, I really don't know why I'm valued by the Slytherin lady."

"Hehehehe..."

Medea seemed to burst into laughter.

“That’s really interesting,” she said.

Scott pursed his lips and remained silent.

“In that case, don’t think too much about it, boy,” Medea said. “I haven’t asked anything of you, so just accept my gift without worry.”

I can't feel at ease with myself.

Scott thought.

"Are you so sure I won't tell Dumbledore about these things?" he asked curiously.

“Of course you’re reluctant to give up the treasures you’ve acquired and the knowledge you’re about to gain—you’re Ravenclaw!” Medea said confidently.

I really can't bear to part with it.

Scott thought.

He couldn't bear to part with either the two precious gifts or the books and notes kept in the secret room.

“Am I right?” Medea said again. “How could a greedy raven let go of what it has already grasped?”

Scott took a deep breath.

After calming down, he asked again, "So what is your purpose? Besides seeking recovery, you must have a bigger goal."

Medea was silent for a moment, then laughed.

“You and Scott. But that’s too early for you now. Just focus on your own things,” she said.

"..."

What's with this "I've got you figured out" attitude?

Scott took another deep breath.

He asked calmly, "From what you're saying, it seems you're already certain that I'll join your ranks in the future?"

My goal is to become a free wind and an eagle; I will never join any organization or work for anyone.

He was certain of it.

“You’re mistaken, Scott.”

Medea finally stopped laughing, and her tone became more serious.

"As I've said before, I have high expectations for you, so I don't treat you as a subordinate. You should look further ahead; I believe you will be my collaborator in the future, on an equal footing, of course."

“This is a bit unbelievable,” Scott said in surprise. “I don’t have anything that makes me worthy of such attention.”

"I think having it is enough."

Medea said domineeringly.

"I trust my own judgment."

Scott was speechless.

"Alright, let's talk about something else."

Medea's voice became more relaxed.

"Is this little fireplace fun?"

She laughed again.

"This is my design. I've traveled around the Muggle world, and I have to say, the world has changed tremendously."

"You don't discriminate against Muggles?" Scott was even more surprised.

"Why discriminate against them?" Medea said matter-of-factly. "Although they don't have magic, they have the same wisdom as wizards."

Scott was impressed by Medea.

"Wizards and Muggles are perhaps just two different types of people walking different paths."

Medea said again.

“I see it; the way Muggles perceive the world these days is quite interesting. They have broken free from the influence of the knowledge they once received from wizards.”

"This……"

Scott was at a loss for words.

Is it really that up-to-date with the times?

The Slytherin grandmother who has been asleep for a thousand years!

This is far superior to her descendant Voldemort, who is separated from her by countless generations of blood.

"Alright, that's all for today. I've discovered some interesting things."

Medea's voice came again.

Goodbye, Scott. Looking forward to our next conversation.

As soon as she finished speaking, the green flame inside the small fireplace went out with a whoosh.

Scott paused for a moment, then put the fireplace and Floo powder into the cardboard box.

He tied the cardboard box back up with a rope and then stuffed it into the deformed lizard skin bag at his waist.

As he stood up, tilted his head back, and stretched, his movements suddenly froze.

Oh no, Rimbaud!

I hope Rimbaud won't be captured by Medea.

That was created by transforming a magic stone!

Just thinking about that possibility made Scott clutch his chest in distress.

Think positively...

Medea and Shafik may not end up together.

Even if they were together, they wouldn't necessarily be able to capture Rimbaud.

If we were going to arrest someone, we would have done so already.

Scott tried desperately to comfort himself.

No! I'm still so worried!

Scott looked up at the night sky.

Now that Rimbaud has long since flown far away, he has no way to contact him.

I hope my good friend Rimbaud will return safely...

With a heavy heart, Scott walked slowly toward the Ravenclaw Tower.

But he quickly put on a smile again.

Because when he arrived at the foot of Ravenclaw Tower, Rimbaud once again flew down from the night sky and landed in front of Scott.