The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Goodbye, Scott.

She glanced at Scott again, and after a second of eye contact, she suddenly blushed, turned around quickly, and hurriedly left the empty classroom.

Scott raised an eyebrow, watching her figure disappear through the door.

With a mature soul, he certainly understood what those subtle, unusual behaviors of the girl might mean.

Unfortunately, the other party was just an 11-year-old girl, whom he considered a child.

So he shook his head and quickly put the matter aside.

Just then, Eddie and the Weasley twins ran in.

Eddie was also holding a bag of food.

"How about it……"

Eddie put the food he was holding on the table and immediately smiled when he saw the two Galleons on the table.

“It seems Miss Doherty is quite satisfied with this arithmetic reading.”

He grinned and reached out to pick up the two Galleons.

But Fred, quick-witted and agile, snatched the gold coin first.

"Oh, lovely Galleon."

He gazed at the gold coin in his hand with rapt attention.

"No matter how many times I look at them, they are always so captivating."

“Hey!” Eddie said sarcastically, “You look as greedy as those goblins in Gringotts!”

Fred glanced at him, puffed out his chest, gestured the height difference between them, and said smugly, "Eddie, have you ever seen a goblin as tall and handsome as me?"

George burst into laughter.

Eddie was furious. He would only admit that Fred and George were a little taller than him, but he refused to admit that the two of them had anything to do with the word "handsome".

Fred and George, however, believed that Eddie was just jealous of them, and they proudly declared that they were the two most handsome boys in the Weasley family's history.

Since Eddie had only met Percy and Ron of the Weasleys, he was momentarily at a loss for words to refute them.

"Alright, gentlemen."

Scott said helplessly.

"I think you should let the girls decide who is more handsome, instead of arguing about it pointlessly here."

Of course, I am much more handsome than you all.

He munched on his sandwich, thinking confidently to himself.

But in order not to undermine his three good friends' confidence, he decided not to reveal this obvious fact.

"I have an idea."

He swallowed the food in his mouth and said to the three of them.

"We don't need the money right now, and these Galleons are just sitting there anyway, so why don't we use them as capital to start a small business?"

“Haven’t we always been doing business?” Eddie asked.

Indeed, whether it's him, who calls himself a Ravenclaw underground merchant, or the Weasley twins who aspire to open a Weasley joke shop, they usually engage in some clandestine small businesses.

"I mean, do some legitimate business."

Scott gave him a disdainful look.

“Not like you, swindling and deceiving, calling vixen excrement a brain-awakening agent, and Muggle hair conditioner a hair-care magic potion.”

"Hey!"

Eddie looked at Scott with great displeasure after his secret was exposed.

The twins burst into laughter.

“I admit you’re way better than us, Eddie.” Fred looked at him in surprise. “We just sell some rather amateurish prank gadgets.”

“But they are all effective!” George emphasized, “They may just be somewhat unstable.”

Scott wanted to simply call them a bunch of jerks.

Although Eddie sells counterfeit drugs, at least his counterfeit drugs are harmless to people, but the twins' immature products are often accompanied by some unpredictable side effects.

It is only because the young wizards are so resilient and have a penchant for courting death that their products find a market.

Scott said, "What I mean is, once we have capital, we can do some business that can make a steady profit."

Although he only performed two arithmetic divinations and earned a total of four Galleons, in the magical world, one Galleon has considerable purchasing power.

“I have no experience in doing business, so you’ll have to think about that,” Scott continued. “If you’ve thought it through, we can start hosting two more guests at a time starting next week.”

To be honest, Scott had great faith in his three good friends' ability to make money, and he wanted to continue being a hands-off manager, only willing to provide the initial investment.

"no problem!"

Eddie and the twins said in unison.

They are eager to try.

Chapter 198 The Second Lesson, Milton's Troubles

The next morning, Scott returned to Helena's study to begin his second Ravenclaw lesson.

The day before, Ravenclaw gave a high-level overview of the development of magic, and the new lesson was to teach Scott to understand the system of modern magic from a holistic perspective.

It's hard to believe that Ravenclaw, who lived more than a thousand years ago, knew everything about modern magic.

It's important to know that she preserved her consciousness in the portrait in a special state, and she only fully awoke the moment Helena pushed open the study door.

But in a short period of time, the founder of the academy, the renowned legendary wizard, expanded his knowledge across a thousand years at an astonishing speed and updated his magical portrait.

Although legendary wizards who have gone far and stood better on the path of magic can draw inferences from all knowledge, Scott still found this speed incomprehensible.

What kind of learning speed is this?

Just how amazing is this method?

Is there a special learning method, similar to the "enlightenment" in novels?

If so, can I learn it?

And... were the deaths of legendary wizards like the four founders truly deaths?

I always felt that if they didn't want to die, there really was a way to avoid dying completely.

Scott began to drift off into daydreams and become distracted during class.

He was then severely criticized by Professor Ravenclaw.

She seemed to see through his thoughts and advised him to do the right thing at the right stage.

"Ravenclaw kids are quick-witted, but they can also be prone to being overly ambitious. I hope you understand that everyone's path is built step by step with their own feet."

Scott quickly and obediently composed himself.

He knew just how rare it was to have a professor like Ravenclaw personally instruct him.

He's already lucky enough.

Around noon, this systematic analysis course on modern magic came to an end.

Scott exclaimed again that Professor Ravenclaw was the best teacher he had ever had, and no one could compare!

The ability to condense complex knowledge into a short morning lesson, with clear organization, concise language, and a wealth of practical information, is truly admirable.

Before leaving, Scott had a sudden idea and started talking to Ravenclaw about Savannah, whom he had met the day before.

The girl's magic was so peculiar that he remained utterly curious about it.

Is that so?

After listening to Scott's explanation, Ravenclaw nodded.

"Of course I know what's going on."

Scott looked at her curiously.

“That girl practiced ancient magic,” Ravenclaw said. “This ancient magic originated from the ancient Druidic religion of the Celts, and I didn’t expect it to still be passed down today.”

“I see!” Scott wasn’t too surprised.

He had already made some guesses before this.

However, he still had questions.

"Professor, where does such pure magic come from? Is it unsuitable for casting many spells?"

"That is the legacy of the druids, who revere communication with nature. The more powerful a druid is, the purer their magic is."

Ravenclaw spoke with a wistful tone.

"As far as I know, the specific training methods are extremely complicated and require cultivation from a young age, so it's pointless for you to know them."

She looked at Scott.

"As for the second question, yes, druids have their own spellcasting system. Although they can cast all spells, the effects will be greatly reduced."

Scott wanted to ask for more detailed information about the Druid spellcasting system, but Ravenclaw simply waved his hand.

"You should leave now, child. I will cover these topics in later lessons."

Scott swallowed the question he wanted to ask next.

He bowed to the portrait of Ravenclaw and left the Room of Requirement.

When Scott arrived at the auditorium, lunch had already begun.

He glanced at the Ravenclaw table and casually found an empty seat to sit down.

Halfway through lunch, Milton, who arrived late, sat down next to Scott.

Scott didn't notice at first, but he soon realized that his roommate was acting strangely.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning his head.