The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Ravenclaw has stated that studying Druidic heritage magic can affect the effectiveness of other types of spells.

"You're concerned about her?" Jacob winked at Scott.

The kid has become more lively.

Scott said irritably, "I sensed that her magic is somewhat peculiar."

Jacob said, "She did very well in Herbalism and Potions, but her grades in the rest of her classes were just average. Oh, and she did a little better in Transfiguration than in Charms."

Sure enough.

Scott nodded.

"Are you really not concerned about her?" Jacob looked at him curiously again. "If you are, I think she would be very happy."

“What do you think?” Scott looked at him calmly.

Jacob then said in an exclamatory tone, "You probably haven't noticed, but you have quite a few admirers among the lower grades of the college."

“Worship?” Scott looked at him with some surprise. “It’s very difficult for Ravenclaw students to develop feelings of worship for anyone.”

"That's true, Ravenclaw students tend to be quite self-centered."

Jacob nodded in agreement at first, then said, "But you are different."

Scott raised an eyebrow.

Jacob said, "Not to mention anything else, just the fact that you defeated Slytherin with Transfiguration and found the crown by divination is enough to make many students talk about you."

“I see.” Scott nodded in understanding.

“You’re very popular, isn’t that something to be happy about?” Jacob looked at Scott’s calm face with some surprise.

“Happy? A little,” Scott said.

If he really wanted to establish some kind of organization and become some kind of demon king, as Jacob had previously thought, then he would indeed be very happy.

But he didn't have that idea.

So, there was only a little bit of joy.

Compared to these, there are far too many things that can attract his attention.

“It seems you don’t take this to heart,” Jacob said.

After saying goodbye to him, Scott returned to his dorm room.

He took out the alchemist's recipe and continued studying the book he had borrowed from Professor Baburin.

Chapter 202 Surprise, Dinner, Training

Scott unfolded the old parchment.

After this period of effort, he has deciphered one-fifth of the hidden content of the recipe.

Based on the few keywords that have been deciphered, he has roughly guessed what is recorded on this parchment.

First and foremost, it is certain that this parchment contains a recipe for an alchemical item.

Through a combination of guesswork and deduction, Scott was able to determine the name and function of the alchemical item.

The [Arson Ring] helps wizards better control magical flames.

Regardless of the efficacy of this alchemical item, even if Scott completely deciphered the recipe, he wouldn't know alchemy.

But the ancient magic runes recorded in the secret recipe were the biggest surprise for him.

Based on the function of the alchemical item, he was certain that it was a set of magical runes that controlled fire.

Such knowledge is undoubtedly invaluable.

Even though a simple rune circuit is far less useful than a complete alchemical item, it was still a huge gain for Scott.

Scott couldn't wait to get his hands on it.

However, the encrypted recipe written on this parchment was extremely difficult for him to decipher.

Aside from the one-fifth of content that has already been deciphered, it gets increasingly difficult as you go on.

Relying solely on Scott's own deciphering methods would not only be slow but also prone to errors.

A set of rune circuits is constructed by combining multiple individual runes. If one rune is faulty, the entire rune circuit will be rendered unusable.

Needless to say, given Scott's knowledge base, he's already nearing his limit in deciphering the code on his own.

Fortunately, he had other options.

However, the process of deciphering is also a process of familiarization and learning, so Scott decided to work on the parchment on his own for a while first.

If there is still no progress by the end of the semester, then try other methods.

He could choose to ask Professor Flitwick for the right to use Ravenclaw's crown, or consult a portrait of Ravenclaw himself.

Time always flies when you're engrossed in something.

Scott didn't leave his dorm room again until just before dinner, when his eyes started to feel sore.

During dinner, Scott noticed that Eddie seemed distracted, so he asked him what was wrong.

“We still haven’t reached an agreement,” Eddie said, somewhat frustrated. “Ultimately, I’m just a businessman, while the twins want to be inventors.”

After listening, Scott casually commented, "I didn't expect that. They're after more than just Galleons."

"Hey!" Eddie said, sounding annoyed. "I feel like you're talking about me."

Scott simply shrugged in response to his accusations.

Roger, who was standing nearby, suggested to Eddie, "Neither of you can convince the other, so why don't you have a competition?"

"What competition?" Eddie immediately became interested.

“It’s a money-making competition, of course,” Roger said. “You can have a contest to see who makes more money with the same amount of capital in the same amount of time.”

"Whoever wins, we'll listen to them?" Eddie's eyes lit up.

He considered it for a moment and said happily, "Great, I'm sure I can win this way!"

As he spoke, he stood up, intending to go to the Gryffindor long table to find the Weasley twins.

"and many more."

Scott called him over and gestured for him to sit down again.

"What's wrong, Scott?" Roger asked. "Do you think this idea is good?"

Scott shook his head. "No, I just wanted to tell him that I'm not sponsoring the stakes for this game."

Eddie patted his chest. "It's okay, I have my own money."

Scott glanced at him. "Fred and George aren't necessarily rich."

“How could that be?” Eddie didn’t believe it. “They made a lot of money reselling your Transfiguration notes last semester.”

“They need to research joke props and save up capital to open a store in the future, so they may not be willing to compete with you,” Scott said.

“I think you have a better idea, Eddie,” Milton suggested. “Why fight? You can work together.”

“Cooperation?” Eddie frowned. “That’s why we couldn’t reach an agreement on cooperation.”

Milton smiled. "Like you said, they're mainly responsible for invention, and you're mainly responsible for sales. Of course, you can assess the value of their work first, or offer your suggestions."

Eddie's expression changed, and he turned to Scott, asking, "What do you think?"

"It will be all right."

Scott slowly wiped his mouth.

"I have no objection to whatever you do, because I trust you."

He spoke perfunctorily and meaninglessly.

He's determined to be a hands-off manager.

However, he did have great faith in Eddie and the Weasley twins' earning power.

As long as the three of them can reach a consensus, he, as an investor, cannot lose money.

“Okay,” Eddie said reluctantly. “I’ll talk to those two again and give them a proper assessment of whether their joke props have any market potential.”

"come on."

As usual, Scott patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

Eddie, surprisingly receptive to this approach, nodded solemnly and quickly finished the food on his plate.

He quickly stood up, as if carrying a heavy mission, and walked with firm steps toward the Gryffindor table.

“That kid…” Roger laughed, “Sometimes he’s incredibly shrewd, and sometimes he’s exceptionally easy to fool.”

"Ok?"

Scott, who was drinking black tea, looked up at him, puzzled.

What are you saying? I don't understand.

Roger shook his head, gave him a disdainful look, and went to the Hufflepuff table to find his girlfriend.

Milton chuckled and said, "Because Scott, you always manage to find something that interests Eddie, whether it's doing business or gathering information, it's all things he enjoys doing."

“That’s a win-win situation,” Scott said, feigning seriousness. “Roger makes it sound like I’m the one ordering Eddie around.”

“Isn’t that right?” Milton retorted.

“Of course not,” Scott said without a hint of guilt.

Milton chuckled to himself.

After a while, he asked, "Are you free later, Scott?"

“I’m fine,” Scott said. “What’s wrong?”

Milton said seriously, "If you have nothing else to do, I would like to ask you to help me practice my spells."

"Live-fire training?" Scott looked at him with some surprise.

He discovered that Milton had really changed a lot. He used to be like the "English Daiyu" (a character from the classic Chinese novel *Dream of the Red Chamber*), and he would never ask for help so directly, even for small things.