The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

At least Milton knew of none.

So... was this marriage really based on love?

Milton didn't seem to believe it.

Scott didn't believe it anyway.

This is the contradiction and the strangeness of this matter.

Out of sympathy for Milton's plight, and also out of his own curiosity, Scott eventually asked Rimbaud to investigate the matter.

The result, however, was quite surprising.

Mr. Grevis was originally just Mrs. Zabini's lover, but after Medea intervened, they decided to get married.

This astonishing answer, ironically, sounds like the most plausible explanation for how the whole thing happened.

In short, Scott gasped, "Why would Medea want these two to get married? What benefit would she gain from it?"

It's normal for emerging wizarding families to have shallow backgrounds; Mr. Grevis has nothing that Mrs. Zabini would covet, let alone Medea.

"do not know!"

Rimbaud shouted at him.

"Alright? You can leave this to your own devices, Scott! Just like me, I never interfere in other crows' cooperative egg-laying!"

"I didn't intend to get involved."

Scott was getting a headache from his voice.

"This matter is too strange. I just wanted to investigate so that Milton could be prepared, but I didn't expect..."

"Gaga gaga...gag..."

Rimbaud laughed in an unpleasant voice.

"Forget it, we really don't need to worry about this for now."

Scott made a decision quickly.

In any case, Milton has decided to gradually distance himself from the Grevis family.

This shouldn't have a big impact on him...

Besides the spiritual aspects.

"Anyway, best of luck, Mr. Grevis!"

Scott muttered something, then removed the sound-blocking spell, said goodbye to Rimbaud, and headed out of the Forbidden Forest.

As he approached the edge of the forbidden forest, he heard footsteps not far behind him.

In that instant, he was even more astonished than before.

He didn't even realize someone was approaching.

This is incredible...

Scott turned to look at the girl who had also emerged from the Forbidden Forest, her hair adorned with several different leaves.

Good afternoon, Savannah.

Scott sensed the pure magic emanating from the girl, which blended almost seamlessly with the surrounding natural environment, and his astonishment subsided.

Is this the magic unique to Druids?

Chapter 201 Savannah's Lies

Savannah stood in the woods, staring blankly at Scott.

She seemed to have no idea that she would be seen emerging from the forbidden forest.

She didn't come to her senses until Scott greeted her.

"Hello... Scott."

Her voice stammered as she greeted him, and she blushed as she hurriedly peeled the leaves off her hair.

"me……"

She seemed to want to explain why she had emerged from the Forbidden Forest, but in her haste, she said nothing.

But Scott had no intention of investigating her behavior.

He speculated that this might be related to the way druids practiced their inherited magic.

He just smiled and said in a deliberately teasing tone, "Sawana, you went to play in the Forbidden Forest? I didn't realize you were so brave."

“Yes…yes.” Savannah quickly went along with him, “But it’s alright…I mean there’s no danger, because I’ve lived in the forest since I was a child.”

The girl looked away guiltily as she spoke, avoiding Scott's eyes.

Scott almost laughed, but nodded calmly.

"Are you going back to Ravenclaw Tower?" he asked. "Let's go together."

"Ok!"

The girl answered excitedly and ran to Scott's side.

But when Scott turned to look at her, the girl quickly lowered her head again.

"Let's go."

Scott stopped looking at her and walked straight toward the castle.

Savannah followed closely behind him.

“I can sense that your magic is special,” Scott said suddenly as he walked.

"what!"

Savannah gasped and froze on the spot.

Scott, who was walking ahead, turned around and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"This...this is..." The girl's gaze darted around as she tried to explain, "It's something I was born with!"

After uttering this lie that even she herself didn't believe, Savannah's face flushed red, but contrary to her usual self, she stared stubbornly at Scott.

"..."

Scott silently withdrew his gaze, turned around, and continued walking forward.

"I see," he said. "Let's go."

Footsteps sounded, and Savannah followed behind him.

“Yes…it’s true,” she emphasized again.

Scott nodded, deliberately saying, "I know that there are always some wizards in the magical world who possess extraordinary talents."

"Yes, that's it."

Savannah walked over to Scott, constantly stealing glances at his expression, trying to tell if he had believed her lie.

Scott stopped teasing her, and the two of them made their way back to the Ravenclaw common room.

"I...I'm going back to my dorm. Goodbye, Scott."

Savannah whispered something, and before Scott could respond, she quickly ran up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

Scott watched her figure disappear into the corridor above the stairs.

"Scott!"

Jacob, who was sitting on the sofa by the window in the common room reading a book, waved to Scott.

He had a mocking smile on his face.

"what happened?"

Scott walked over and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Jacob closed the book in his hand, smiled and said to him, "It seems you already know."

What do you know?

Scott was confused, but he pretended to understand and nodded, humming in agreement.

“She was quite flustered when I told Savannah that she didn’t like that nickname,” Jacob continued.

nickname?

Scott immediately understood...

"The Ravenclaw Hound".

The nickname that annoyed me back then, and the apology letter I received on Valentine's Day this year...

It turns out they all originated from Savannah.

No wonder.

The day before, when he was doing a divination for Savannah, he felt that the handwriting on the parchment looked somewhat familiar.

Because he had long forgotten about the letter, he couldn't recall where he had seen Savannah's handwriting.

That's probably why the girl was so nervous in front of him.

However, in Celtic traditional culture, being called a hound or something similar is not meant to be derogatory.

Just look at Cú Chulainn, the hero of Irish traditional mythology.

The name Cú Chulainn means "Cú Chulainn's Hound".

“From what I’ve observed, Savannah used to avoid you,” Jacob said with a smile. “Now she should know that you have no intention of settling scores with her.”

He was in the same grade as Savannah, so he knew more about her.

"It's just a misunderstanding. I'm just not used to that nickname. I didn't mean to blame the little girl," Scott said calmly to Jacob, regaining his composure.

No wonder he hadn't noticed the girl's strange magic before.

"How are Savannah's grades?" Scott asked curiously.