The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott then tentatively asked, "What do you think a true wizard should be like?"

Medea did not answer the question in detail, but casually said, "I don't know, there are all sorts of reasons, but at least I'm firmly walking the path I've chosen."

She brought up the students of Hogwarts.

"Students shouldn't be wasting their time in school, learning some simple household magic. Those who do that will only end up foolishly waving their wands at the stove after graduation."

Scott realized that if Medea's operation went smoothly, then the changes at Hogwarts were only just beginning.

“Tell me, boy.”

Medea said again.

"How are students reacting to the changes in exam content?"

Although he didn't think Medea needed to specifically ask him this question, Scott chose to tell the truth.

"Most students accept this well."

"That's good." Medea's tone seemed somewhat relieved.

She added without hesitation, "As for the small minority, they will be eliminated. The best career path for the boys is to become shop assistants, and for the girls, it's to become housewives."

Scott smiled. "These jobs always need to be done by people."

"Ha." Medea sneered. "To the magical world, the value they create is no more than that of a Squib."

"..."

Scott fell silent again.

“On this point, I know you think the same way I do, boy,” Medea laughed again.

“That’s not what I thought, ma’am,” Scott retorted.

"Is that so? Then let's pretend it didn't happen," Medea said nonchalantly.

Then, she suddenly changed her tone, “As a student, I would like to ask you to offer some reasonable suggestions on the teaching at Hogwarts, Scott.”

“A suggestion?” Scott raised an eyebrow.

Just listen to this woman's tone; if you didn't know better, you'd think she was the principal.

Medea said without room for argument, "Yes, I need some advice, in writing. In short, write it down and pass it to me through the fireplace."

After that, she casually said goodbye and disconnected from the FiluNet.

"..."

Scott picked up the small fireplace with a hint of resignation and put it back in his leather bag.

He stood up, cleared the spells he had placed around him, and turned to walk out of the Forbidden Forest.

He walked slowly, lost in thought.

While it is true, it is hard to imagine that Medea had already extended her reach into Hogwarts in such a short time.

Scott could never figure out her thoughts and intentions.

Logically speaking, her primary goal right now should be her own complete recovery.

But she has remained completely silent since the attack on the Merlin Order's headquarters.

She stopped making any big fuss and instead began to hide behind the scenes, weaving an invisible net.

Is her push to reform Hogwarts' curriculum for the benefit of the next generation of wizards, or to cultivate individuals she can exploit?

For Hogwarts, such a change was actually somewhat abrupt.

It's worth noting that the curriculum at this magic school hasn't changed for many years.

It's hard to believe that Dumbledore, as the headmaster, didn't notice anything.

And, most importantly for Scott himself...

Why did Medea specifically tell him these things?

Scott did not believe that Medea was only after his advice.

"This feeling is really unpleasant," Scott muttered.

He quickened his pace, stepping from the shadows within the forbidden forest into the sunlight outside.

Looking up at the exceptionally clear blue sky, Scott took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

At that moment, he remembered the café outside London Heathrow Airport and the boastful words he had once uttered to Professor Frivy.

"Ravenclaws are like eagles, perched in the sky and atop towers. They may not participate in the struggles on the ground, but their keen eyesight allows them to see everything clearly from above."

Scott repeated in a soft voice.

"I don't participate simply because I don't want to. I want to be the freest wizard, where no one can control my stance and actions."

The sunlight made Scott squint.

After repeating the same two phrases that only he could hear, he started walking again.

No matter what happened, his goal remained unchanged.

He wants to be the freest wizard!

That kind of goal is not just talk.

Whatever Medea wants to do, her intention to involve Scott is obvious.

However, this contradicts Scott's own pursuit.

It must be said that every time Scott interacted with Medea, he felt a strong sense of urgency.

He knew he had to become strong.

Only powerful wizards can maintain their freedom.

Chapter 214 An Unexpected Grand Scene

The passage of time does not follow people's will.

Despite many Hogwarts students praying to Merlin for more time to study, June arrived amidst their resistance.

This means that the annual, week-long final exams will also be coming up.

When it comes to exams, the Ravenclaws are the most relaxed among the students of the four houses.

Many Ravenclaw students even enjoy taking exams.

Of course, this is also the part that students from the other three houses find most incomprehensible to Ravenclaw.

The first thing fourth graders did was take a spells exam.

After the written test, the practical operation begins.

Scott and his two roommates, who were in the same grade, waited at the door of the Charms classroom.

"I wonder what kind of spell Professor Flitwick will have us use for the exam?" Milton asked, looking at the first student who walked into the classroom.

Lee Jordan, a commentator for Quidditch matches and a student at Gryffindor.

Scott leaned against the wall in the hallway. "I remember you've already mastered all the spells we learned this school year?"

Milton took a few deep breaths and smiled sheepishly, "I didn't expect to be a little nervous at the last minute."

"It seems your transformation isn't thorough enough," Roger said with a smile.

“But it’s much better than before, isn’t it?” Scott laughed. “Last year, Milton was so nervous the night before his final exams that he didn’t sleep a wink.”

They chatted casually, and soon Lee Jordan came out of the classroom.

The Gryffindor students immediately surrounded them.

"It's a healing spell!"

Scott heard Lee Jordan speaking to his classmates at the speed of a basketball commentator.

"Professor Flitwick asked me to use a restoration charm to fix a broken grandfather clock... Oh, I must say, that grandfather clock was a bit too complicated... After I fixed it, its hour and minute hands were reversed..."

A healing spell?

Scott had a better understanding of the situation.

This is a very basic spell; even first-year wizards can use it to fix simple things.

However, if the object to be repaired is a complex grandfather clock, then the difficulty is still very high.

The students who obtained the keywords immediately dispersed to discuss them on their own, while only Fred and George remained listening to Lee Jordan excitedly talking non-stop.

“I suddenly feel…” Scott said to Roger and Milton, “maybe Eddie could take over Jordan’s commentary job someday, what do you think?”

“He’s a good candidate…” Roger hesitated. “I just hope we don’t have these two commentating together.”

“That would be an absolute disaster,” Scott couldn’t help but laugh.

Not long after, it was Scott's turn to take the exam.

Upon hearing Professor Flitwick call his name, Scott hurried into the classroom.

"Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick."

Scott walked to the front of the podium.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Professor Flitwick looked up at him and pointed to the old grandfather clock next to the podium.

"I think you already know what the exam is about, so it shouldn't be too difficult for you. Let's begin."

Scott nodded and looked over.

This grandfather clock is really badly damaged.

The wooden casing was peeling and cracked, the glass on the clock face was shattered, and even the hands had fallen off.

Not to mention the unseen complex structure inside the grandfather clock, it's easy to imagine that the situation is a complete mess.

But Scott did not hesitate.

He pulled out his wand and swung it cleanly and decisively.