The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Let's go find Dumbledore."

Professor Flitwick's expression was also grim, and the two of them hurriedly left.

The student's strange illness soon alarmed her family, and Caitlin Roll's parents quickly arrived at the school and took her to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses.

But things don't seem to be over yet.

In the afternoon, two first-year Slytherin girls fell into a coma in class and then exhibited the exact same symptoms as Caitlin Roll.

Chapter 027 Closing Remarks, Professor's Thorough Investigation

That afternoon, during first-year Potions class, the fact that two Slytherin girls fell ill one after another caused an uproar at Hogwarts.

According to first-year students who were in the class together, if Professor Snape hadn't used magic so quickly, the two girls might have fallen headfirst into the cauldron filled with scalding scabies fluid.

Leaving aside the incredible feat of how two girls could squeeze into a cauldron, Hogwarts students always tend to exaggerate everything they see as much as possible.

In short, after Madam Pomfrey confirmed that the two girls' symptoms were almost identical to those of Caitlin Roll, they were immediately and without hesitation sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses by the professors.

At the same time, a palpable sense of panic quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.

Rumors are circulating among the students that a terrifying, unprecedented infectious disease is raging through Hogwarts, and no one knows who the next unfortunate soul will be infected.

In this situation, many students became restless and began sending letters home using owls, hoping their parents and family members would pick them up from school.

At this moment, Scott was walking alone in the chaotic castle.

He knew the professors would soon step in to curb the current disorder at the school, but he had to take advantage of the chaos to do one thing: eliminate the threat completely.

Three worried Slytherin students hurried past in a corridor leading to the castle's basement.

"I've already written to my dad! He'll definitely bring me home as quickly as possible!"

Draco Malfoy, his face covered by a dark green scarf, spoke loudly.

"My dad can do that too!"

"And my dad!"

His two henchmen immediately echoed him loudly.

They are Gregory Gore and Vincent Crabbe, two boys who look like they are related to trolls.

At this moment, their appearance was even more exaggerated than Malfoy's, with dark green scarves tightly wrapped around their large heads, revealing only their eyes, which were squeezed into slits by their fat.

The three Slytherin boys were in a panic, unaware that Scott, who was also hurrying along a short distance away, had completely disappeared after passing a large pillar.

"Hurry! Crabbe, Goyle!" Malfoy quickened his pace. "We must stay quietly in the common room and wait for our father to come and get us."

The three boys started running as fast as they could.

Concealing himself with a Disillusionment Charm, Scott followed them at a leisurely pace, venturing deeper underground until they reached the door of the Slytherin common room.

Scott leaned against the wall and watched the three boys shout out the command to open the door.

Once here, he had reconnected with the bat he had left in the dormitory in Traverse the night before, but that wasn't enough for him to command the bat to move.

After Malfoy and his two companions entered the common room, Scott quietly took out his wand and waved it slightly.

"Super perception".

With the help of the Extrasensory Charm, Scott sensed that the bats hanging in the folds of the bed curtains in that bedroom were moving.

It flapped its wings and took flight in the empty dormitory, passing through the hidden owl tunnel in the ceiling, and flew all the way to the outside of the common room.

"Disappeared without a trace."

Scott raised his wand, cast a vanishing spell on the bat, and immediately turned and left.

With the help of the Extrasensory Charm, he could already sense Snape's magic approaching.

Thanks to the intricate network of passageways within Hogwarts Castle, Scott quickly strode into another side of the dungeon, avoiding a potential encounter with Snape.

But when Scott finally returned to the Ravenclaw common room, he was caught red-handed by Professor Flitwick.

"Oh! Where have you been, Scott?"

Professor Flitwick looked somewhat haggard, and the anxious expression on his face had not yet faded, but he immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Scott felt a pang of guilt when he saw Professor Flitwick's appearance.

"You shouldn't be running around like this now."

Flitwick criticized him a few times, but didn't delve into where he had gone.

"Dumbledore has taken this matter seriously, and the professors will be investigating it thoroughly today. You all should stay in your dormitories and not go out. I've already informed the prefects." He gave a few more hurried instructions before leaving.

Scott could sense Professor Flitwick's trust in him, which amplified his feelings of guilt.

But he only felt guilty; he wouldn't regret it.

Scott looked around. There weren't many people gathered in the Ravenclaw common room; obviously, most students had retreated to their dorm rooms.

He saw Dylan and Keira, the couple.

Kayla sat on the sofa, sobbing, while Dylan knelt in front of her and held her hand.

“Don’t worry, Kayla,” Dylan gently comforted his girlfriend. “So far, only three people have shown symptoms, so it may not be an infectious disease.”

“No, this is a contagious disease, just like I said at noon!” Kayla was terrified; she had never known she had the talent for “prophecy.”

Scott walked past the couple.

He certainly wouldn't use a highly contagious infectious disease virus.

Scott returned to his dormitory via the staircase behind the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, the college's founder.

He pushed open the dormitory door, and Milton immediately stood up to greet him. "You're back, Scott. I was so worried, but Roger said I didn't need to come looking for you."

Although Scott was used to Milton's sentimental nature, he was still taken aback by Milton's red-eyed appearance.

“I’m fine, Milton, thank you,” he said in a dry tone.

"I'm glad you're alright."

Milton smiled, then sighed sadly, "What will happen to Hogwarts after something like this?"

“Don’t worry, Milton. Everything will be fine. Our Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick are perfectly capable of handling these matters,” Roger said.

He was lying in bed with one leg crossed, flipping through a Quidditch magazine. Unlike Milton, he remained optimistic about the current situation.

Eddie, another member of the dorm, was sorting through his pile of bottles and jars of merchandise.

“I think this is a good thing,” he said.

As the gazes of others focused on him, Eddie continued, "We all know that those three girls were very close. Whatever the reason they collapsed, the similar symptoms say a lot."

Scott understood what he meant.

"You mean, if the professors put in the effort to thoroughly investigate the cause of their illness, then the pure-blood witch group organized by Travers will be completely exposed to them."

“That’s right,” Eddie said with a grin. “Then we won’t have to waste our energy keeping an eye on a bunch of lower-grade girls.”

Chapter 028 Speech at Breakfast

That night, Scott lay in bed and carefully reviewed everything he had done over the past two days. Only after confirming that he had not made any mistakes did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, although he believed he wouldn't be found out, he wasn't entirely at ease.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and their headmaster is Dumbledore. He couldn't use his limited experience of only three years in the field of magic to speculate about the old man who was known as the strongest wizard of the century.

However, Scott was also curious about one thing. How would Dumbledore react if he knew all of Jasmine Travers's little antics after she enrolled?

Jasmine Travers was born into a pure-blood family loyal to the Dark Lord. Her father, a notorious Death Eater, is still imprisoned in Azkaban, making her family background quite remarkable.

Furthermore, Travers, as a daughter, was far more ambitious than her father. She was not content with her father groveling at the feet of the Dark Lord; she wanted to become the new Dark Lord herself.

such a pity.

Scott was very disappointed that he couldn't see Dumbledore's expression.

He also wondered if Dumbledore would be wary of a little girl, just as he was with Tom Riddle in the original story.

However, he felt that the so-called pure-blood witch group was probably finished, and the professors who knew the truth would definitely keep a close eye on these young pure-blood witches.

However, all of this is just his speculation and cannot be taken seriously. He just needs to wait patiently for the results.

The next day at breakfast time, when Scott and his roommates arrived at the Great Hall, they found all the professors sitting in the faculty seats, including their principal, Dumbledore.

“Dumbledore probably has news to announce to us,” Eddie whispered excitedly. “He must have found out why those three girls were sick, and I bet they’ve even cured them!”

Scott neither confirmed nor denied Eddie's statement.

If the three girls' illness was caused by magical means, he believed Dumbledore could resolve it quickly. But as for the virus he brought from the Muggle world, the arrogant wizards of the Muggles wouldn't even consider that possibility.

Therefore, he guessed that the only treatment available to the wizards was to use potions or spells to enhance their physical condition and rely on their own immunity to fight off the virus in their bodies.

Therefore, those three girls will not be able to be discharged from the hospital in the short term.

As time passed, the students gradually arrived at the Great Hall. All the young wizards sat at their respective house tables, whispering amongst themselves.

It seemed that Dumbledore's appearance had dispelled the panic, and the students were generally much calmer than yesterday.

That's the power of Dumbledore.

His presence always makes people feel at ease.

Ding, ding, ding.

Professor McGonagall tapped the glass three times with her silver spoon.

"Quiet."

Her stern gaze swept across the room, and the huge auditorium immediately fell silent.

"cough."

Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak when Lockhart, who was sitting in the teachers' table, suddenly stood up.

"Hello everyone!"

Lockhart grinned, revealing his neat, white teeth.