The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

During the summer vacation, he thought about this "plot" over and over again and came up with many plans, and finally drafted a generally safe and feasible solution.

He couldn't take any risks; he had to nip danger in the bud while ensuring his own safety.

He then reviewed his plan again, relaxed, and took out a pocket watch from his robe pocket to check the time.

At 12:43 noon, more than an hour had passed since the train started.

He prepared to take out his own lunch to fill his stomach.

But just as he opened his backpack, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the door of the cubicle.

Five seconds later, the door to the cubicle was opened again.

"So you were here, Scott."

The tall, muscular boy peeked in, then strode into the cubicle and sat down opposite Scott.

"Hey, Roger."

Scott took a paper bag containing hamburgers out of his backpack and asked with some surprise, "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with your current girlfriend... that... Miss Mil from Hufflepuff?"

Roger Davis, a Ravenclaw student in the same year as Scott, and also his roommate.

“Mill?” Roger grinned at Scott. “We’ve broken up.”

Upon hearing the news, Scott paused for only a second (a moment of silence for his own efforts to remember Miss Mill), then casually asked, "When did this happen?"

Roger chuckled and said, "Those few days after the final exams last semester."

Scott glanced at Roger calmly, but said nothing.

Roger's rich romantic history has been updated, but he has no interest in commenting on it.

"Aren't you even a little curious about why I broke up with him?"

Roger took advantage of Coster opening the paper bag and snatched a hamburger from it.

"Trust me, Roger."

Scott handed Roger a bottle of Coke.

“If you have an exceptionally flirtatious roommate like me, you’ll probably get used to it all after three years and completely lose interest in his dating history. I guess even Eddie wouldn’t be interested in spreading this kind of overly frequent ‘dating news’ anymore.”

Eddie Cammitchell, their roommate, is a boy who enrolled a year later than them and is very keen on spreading all sorts of gossip.

Roger shrugged, chewing on his hamburger, and mumbled, "From what you're saying, it sounds like your womanizing roommate is a really bad guy."

Scott gave Roger a slightly exaggerated fake smile and said, "He's a decent roommate to me, and his womanizing has nothing to do with me. After all... I don't know the girls he dumped, and... I won't date him."

"Ok."

Roger took these words as a compliment, and he happily opened the Coke bottle and held it up to Scott.

"Respect to my roommate."

"Respect to my roommate."

Scott held up the unopened Coke bottle and touched it to him.

Roger didn't care. He just stared at Scott with a strange smile and winked at him, asking, "The girl who just left this cubicle is 'Miss Know-It-All,' the friend of Gryffindor's 'savior' Potter, right? How did you two meet?"

Scott gave him a disapproving look, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "We just met. She asked me if I'd seen her friends Potter and Weasley. Those two boys might have missed their train. What, didn't she ask you?"

"Maybe I missed it because I went to the bathroom?"

Roger found the news quite amusing, and he laughed, saying, "Something went wrong on the first day of the new school year? No wonder you're called the 'savior'."

Scott thought to himself, "This is only the beginning. The 'savior' always has to go through hardships to defeat the big bad and save the world, right?"

At that moment, Roger noticed the book "Vacationing with a She-Devil" that Scott had placed on the seat next to him, and asked Scott curiously, "You actually read this kind of novel?"

“A novel?” Scott deliberately raised an eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. “This is the textbook for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the new school year.”

Chapter 003 Scott: Ordinary and Extraordinary

"Hey!"

Roger said irritably, "Are you also captivated by Lockhart's sparkling, silly grin?"

"Although the cover photo is silly, there's some knowledge in the book that makes it worth reading," Scott gave an objective assessment.

Roger, however, began to complain: "You know what? I have a feeling Lockhart's teaching is even worse than Quirrell's. He's more like a celebrity than a professor. Honestly, I really don't understand why Dumbledore always chooses such strange people to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. It makes us almost entirely have to rely on self-study to pass the exams in this subject."

He had clearly lost confidence in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the new school year.

Scott thought for a moment and guessed, "I suppose almost no wizards would apply for this position. After all... judging from past history, the curse on this course is probably real, which makes many wizards and witches avoid it like the plague. Oh, except for Snape."

After all, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class has had a different professor every year for decades, and many of the professors who have taught this class have not had good endings.

This fact is widely known in the British magical community.

"This is the only possible reason why Lockhart could become a professor."

Roger reluctantly accepted the answer.

"If it's Snape..."

He then began to imagine, following Scott's words...

"If Snape succeeds in getting the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... then the most likely outcome is that he will leave Hogwarts for good within a year? If you ask me, why doesn't Dumbledore just agree to his request?"

Roger had been sprayed with Snape's venom many times in previous Potions classes, so now the mere thought of Snape leaving Hogwarts made him incredibly excited.

That's obviously impossible.

Scott ruthlessly shattered his delusion.

"Dumbledore will not allow Snape to become a disposable asset for that position. Although Snape's teaching methods in Potions class are difficult to adapt to, he is, after all, a valuable Potions Master."

“I know,” Roger said dejectedly, “so all I can do is think about it.”

The two chatted and ate all the food Scott had brought.

"So you came all this way just to help me use up my food, Roger?"

Scott put the trash in bags.

“No,” Roger said. “I came to ask if you want to participate in the Quidditch Academy team selection. After all, you know, we have another player graduating.”

"No need. I hope you remember that I participated with you when I was in second grade, but unfortunately I was not selected."

Scott casually tossed the trash aside and declined Roger's offer.

“But you’re still interested in Quidditch, aren’t you? And you’re talented at it. Remember, Scott, when you were in your second year, you were a very accurate thrower during the trials…” He lowered his voice, “but you were a little lacking in flying, which is why you didn’t make the cut.”

When the topic of Quidditch came up, Roger was as excited as most young wizards. He was really looking forward to playing with his friends.

"Listen, our team is currently short of a chaser, and I think you can give it a try, and I think you'll succeed this time!"

Scott shook his head again. "Sorry, Roger, you know, I haven't had the chance to practice and improve my flying broom skills since my first year of flying class."

He knew very well that his flying ability was insufficient for him to participate in a tense and exciting Quidditch match.

This is not surprising; Muggle-born wizards are indeed not as good at flying as those born into wizarding families.

Unless you have an exceptional talent for flying like Harry Potter.

Young wizards from wizarding families start riding toy brooms as soon as they can't walk, while Muggle-born young wizards don't get to ride them until they start school at age 11, and they don't have many opportunities to practice except for their first-year flying class.

As for Scott's flying talent—it can only be described as mediocre.

Although he could improve his skills through constant practice, he wasn't that interested in Quidditch.

However, Roger didn't seem to listen to him. He continued to persuade him, "Are you planning to spend all your time studying like last school year? Oh! That's terrible! You should realize that even if we're Ravenclaws, it doesn't mean we don't need to play outside of studying..."

"stop."

Scott raised his hand to stop Roger from rambling on.

“I know you want me to play with you, Roger,” he said, “but you’re obviously blindly optimistic about your roommate’s level.”

Roger insisted, "I think you can do it. You're always so smart, Scott. You know, I didn't try to persuade Milton to play Quidditch."

Milton Grevis, their other roommate, was a sentimental, artistic boy whose greatest hobby was playing the cello.

"It's an honor. Compared to Milton, I am indeed far superior."

Scott gave another fake smile.

It's worth noting that Milton received a D (Dreadful) grade in his first-year flight class.

Scott, at least, received an A (Acceptable).

Seeing Scott's resolute attitude, Roger could only reluctantly say, "Alright, your own wishes are the most important."

After all... if Scott's flying skills haven't improved as he himself says, he certainly won't pass the selection process.

Roger encouraged Scott to participate in the trials so that Scott could join him as a chaser on the team. He felt that Scott, as his best friend, would demonstrate a level of chemistry with him that he couldn't match with others during the game.

But his hopes seemed to have been dashed.

“But I have to say, even in Ravenclaw you’re one of the most studious ones, Scott.” Roger changed the subject, his expression exaggerated. “Especially last year, you were completely absorbed in your blocks and stones. You didn’t even sit in the stands for a Quidditch match!”

Although Scott's flying talent is mediocre and he was even rejected in the Quidditch team selection in his second year, he also has his own strengths.

From the time he entered the first grade, although his performance in most of the school's courses was not top-notch, just neither outstanding nor bad, he performed exceptionally well in the Transformation class.

The course was taught by Minerva McGonagall, the Vice-Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Head of Gryffindor House, a very strict professor. But even she couldn't help but smile and praise Scott, commending him for his "superhuman talent" in the subject of Transfiguration.

Scott felt that since he had this talent, he should make the most of it. So, he had been studying and experimenting with Transfiguration-related topics in his spare time.

The previous academic year was a crucial period for his research. In order to achieve tangible and positive results, he immersed himself in it every minute, thus missing many activities.

Roger's expression at that moment was as if Scott had committed some unforgivable crime by not watching the Quidditch match.

“Oh, thanks for reminding me.” Scott could only laugh and say, “I think the new school year will be easier for me, at least I’ll have time to watch your Quidditch matches.”

Chapter 004 Platform, Castle, Evening Newspaper

The journey from London to Hogwarts was rather long, and Koster and Roger didn't talk for long before they fell asleep in their seats.

When Scott woke up, the sky outside the car window had already become quite dark.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will take it to the school for you."