The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Once a secret is revealed, it is no longer a secret.

Malfoy proudly told his arch-nemesis Harry about it, to show off his inside information.

Their argument was, of course, heard by the surrounding Gryffindor students.

As a result, the topic of adding a duel to the final exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts class quickly spread among the students.

The Gryffindors were very excited about this. They not only started discussing it enthusiastically themselves, but also spread the news to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff long table in a very short time.

Scott heard Gryffindor students loudly proposing that the course should eliminate written exams and instead use grades earned in duels.

His proposal was met with loud approval from the Gryffindors.

However, this news is not good news for some Ravenclaws and some Hufflepuffs.

In both academies, there are students who are not good at fighting, or even who avoid fighting altogether.

Are duels linked to end-of-year exam grades?

This news was like a bolt from the blue for them.

Scott glanced at his three roommates. "This kind of exam shouldn't be too difficult for the rest of us in the dorm."

Roger nodded and patted Milton on the shoulder. "Milton has improved a lot. Although he may not get a high score in dueling, he won't be bad either."

Scott also told Milton, "Dueling is just one part of a course. With the other exams, you should do well in this course."

“Yes, you’ve always done very well on your written tests, Milton,” Eddie said.

"puff……"

Milton suddenly chuckled.

He looked up at the group, his eyes crinkling with a smile, "Thank you all, but I'm also confident that my grade in this course won't be too bad."

It wasn't until then that Scott and his two companions came to their senses.

Oh, right...

Milton has changed...

He won't be as sensitive and timid as before, and the three of them won't have to rack their brains to cheer him on before the exams like they used to.

For a moment, Scott and the other two also laughed.

On Sunday, Scott taught half a day in Helena's study in the Room of Requirement.

After lunch, he went to the edge of the forbidden forest again.

As usual, Scott sat under the tree with a book in his hand. Not long after, Rimbaud also descended from the sky and stopped in front of Scott.

Good afternoon, my friend.

Scott reached out and touched its smooth feathers.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Rimbaud nuzzled Scott's hand with his beak.

“Is there any information you need to tell me?” Scott asked.

Rimbaud said, "Elijah Caro and Caitlin Roll will be heading to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the summer holidays."

Scott nodded.

Rimbaud added, “I have sent some crows to Northern Europe, where they will get to know the local crows… and of course, owls. In short, Durmstrang’s location will be found someday.”

“There’s no rush,” Scott said. “Perhaps… we can find a breakthrough with Elijah Caro and Caitlin Roll, and figure out their route to Durmstrang first.”

“No problem.” Rimbaud nodded. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

Scott casually stroked its feathers. "Go on, has the Yaxley family made any moves?"

In Scott's mind, the Axley family, who coveted the Travers family's wealth and wanted to use Scott's life as a bargaining chip, were the enemies he was most wary of in the wizarding world.

“No movement,” Rimbaud replied. “Their family members are all being watched by my crows, and nothing unusual has been detected yet.”

"Yeah……"

Scott remained silent.

He didn't believe that the Yaxley family was truly honest.

He preferred to believe that they were merely lying low, preparing, and waiting for the right moment.

He knew very well that while crows could help monitor the enemy and gather intelligence, they were not omnipotent.

There are many things they cannot monitor or understand.

After all, humans are much more cunning than crows.

However, Scott was not one to sit idly by and wait for his fate.

June is approaching, it's time.

"Is there any movement from Azkaban?" he asked Rimbaud.

Rimbaud shook his head again. "The people in there are either already insane, or on the verge of insanity. Of course, Travers, whom you've been paying special attention to, has long since gone completely mad!"

Scott lowered his eyes.

"Make your move," he whispered. "Go there yourself and use what I gave you. I want Travers dead as soon as possible."

"Should we kill him?" Rimbaud flapped his wings. "I understand. I'll take care of it."

“Of course.” Scott looked at it and laughed. “Of course I believe you, Rimbaud.”

Scott then stood up and watched Rimbaud take flight.

Once the last Travers in Azkaban dies, the Travers family's property becomes ownerless.

Given the Ministry of Magic's nature and the character of pure-blood families, they would probably pounce on Travers like a pack of hyenas smelling blood, devouring everything Travers left behind.

At that point, the Yaxley family, who only had Travers' verbal promise, would have no time or inclination to cause trouble for Scott.

This action was something Scott had planned long ago.

However, just to be on the safe side, he deliberately waited until this time period to execute the plan.

He had a feeling that the battle for Travers's property would be very exciting and would attract the attention of most of the wizarding world.

Meanwhile, Hogwarts' summer vacation is approaching, and Scott can take this opportunity to do something.

Scott, contemplating his plans, walked through the school's back garden and along the path leading to the castle.

Suddenly, the deformed lizard skin bag hanging at his waist began to shake violently.

He quickly pinched the opening of the leather bag shut, turned around, and strode back into the forbidden forest area.

This time, he even went into the Forbidden Forest, sat down behind a bush, quickly took out his wand and cast a spell, setting up a hidden and soundproof small space.

When he released his grip on the leather bag, the opening of the bag opened automatically.

Immediately afterwards, a small, exquisite fireplace toy flew out and landed on the ground in front of Scott.

A faint green flame burned in the palm-sized fireplace.

Good afternoon, Scott.

Medea's cheerful voice came from within.

"Good afternoon. You really can force me to contact you, Medea." Scott tried to keep his tone calm, but some of his dissatisfaction was still evident.

"Ah……"

Medea chuckled softly again.

"I believe you have the ability to handle such unexpected situations, boy."

Chapter 213 Maintaining a Free Spirit

Medea's sudden forced contact had initially thrown Scott into a bit of a panic, but he managed to regain his composure.

Therefore, Scott did not refute Medea's somewhat complimentary remark.

He chose to ask directly, "Is there something you need that you're contacting me about, Medea?"

“It’s nothing important,” Medea said casually. “You should be more gentlemanly, boy, for example, by greeting this old woman politely from time to time.”

"..."

Scott was taken aback by her "left-behind elderly" tone and didn't respond for a moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other person couldn't see him, he rudely rolled his eyes.

Medea didn't wait for his response and continued, "The students at Hogwarts already know about the changes to this year's exams, right?"

"You mean the new wizard duel component added to the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?" Scott asked calmly.

He has thought it through.

It turns out that the sudden change in the exam content for this course was not the professors' decision, but rather related to Medea.

Then Medea said directly, "Yes, this is a gift I'm giving to the young wizards."

"You? A gift?" Scott asked, feigning confusion.

Although this wasn't entirely unexpected, he was genuinely surprised.

It seems...

Medea's power expanded rapidly, and it even quietly triggered changes in the Hogwarts curriculum.

This indicates that Medea, the person behind the scenes, wields considerable influence within the Ministry of Magic.

Although this change was still just a trial, merely an adjustment to the content of an exam in one subject, it allowed Scott to see clearly the direction Medea was taking.

Scott had a feeling that she wouldn't stop there.

“Yes, a gift,” Medea answered his question. “Hogwarts’ peaceful teaching philosophy is not producing true wizards these days.”

I didn't realize you were so concerned about the country and its people...

Scott muttered another thought to himself.

However, Medea did indeed confront Dumbledore about this issue.

She believes that wizards are raising the next generation of wolves to be sheep.