The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The news of Travers' death made today's front page headlines.

“28 Holy Race?” Eddie muttered under his breath. “There aren’t many left now.”

Roger said with dissatisfaction, "The death of a sinful Death Eater is described in the newspapers as if it were something to be regretted."

"The newspapers are just lamenting that another pure-blood family has been lost," said a girl sitting across from them.

Scott looked up.

“Mariette Eckmore, in the same grade as me,” Eddie whispered in his ear. “Her mother works for the Floo Network office of the Department of Transportation at the Ministry of Magic.”

Roger then looked up at Ickmor and said, "I don't understand what's so regrettable about this?"

Ekmor glared at Roger defiantly, "The 28 Holy Clans are all ancient, pure-blooded families in the magical world, they..."

"stop."

Roger raised his hand to stop her long-winded speech.

He curled his lip. "All I know is that Travers was a notorious Death Eater, and his death is nothing to regret."

“An individual and a family are not the same thing!” Ekmo said, somewhat angrily.

Roger glanced at her again, then lowered his head to eat.

Ekmo was so angry at his seemingly dismissive attitude that she took several deep breaths.

“Mariette.” Qiu Zhang, sitting next to Ekmo, tugged at her sleeve, shook his head, and stopped her from saying anything more.

After breakfast, Scott and his friends returned to their dorm room.

The end-of-year exams are over, and they no longer need to attend classes while waiting for their results.

Back in the dorm, Eddie walked up to Roger and looked him up and down.

"What's wrong, Roger?" he asked curiously.

Roger, who was leaning back on the bed, lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. "Why do you ask that?"

"Hmm..." Eddie touched his chubby chin and continued to scrutinize him. "You wouldn't have been so rude to girls before."

He sat down on Roger's bed without any ceremony, and asked with great interest, "Tell me quickly, what happened?"

"Get away!" Roger impatiently kicked him away.

Eddie, clutching his backside, pressed on, "You and Kacchini have officially broken up?"

Roger was moved by his persistent gossip, so he stretched out his leg and kicked him again.

Scott leaned back on his bed, toying with a carved white bone in his hand.

[The severed arm bone], from Jasmine Travers, is a peculiar magical item.

To others, it was just an ordinary, quirky work of art.

But according to Scott's magical perception, this small arm bone contained a very restrained magical power.

After several months of contact, the arm bone no longer resisted his magical infusion.

As long as he increases the frequency of his magical energy fluctuations, this magical item that can sever magical contracts will immediately take effect.

This also ensured his ability to act before he turned 17.

With the [severed arm bone] shielding him from tracking, and the special door key that wouldn't be tracked, his movements would be greatly facilitated.

"Scott! Milton!"

Eddie still hadn't given up; he was calling out Scott and Milton's names.

"Don't you want to know about Roger?"

Scott glanced at him, then shook his head. "Sorry, not interested."

Milton also said, "This is Roger's private matter."

"Oh……"

Eddie lay on his bed, feeling somewhat helpless.

"You guys are so boring."

The dormitory became quiet.

Scott was fiddling with his arm bone, Milton was tidying up, and Roger and Eddie were both lying in bed.

At this point, Roger couldn't hold back any longer, "Okay, I did break up with Cachini."

Instantly, the other three turned to look at him.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t interested?” Roger asked Scott.

Scott replied matter-of-factly, "Since you want to talk about this, as a friend, of course I'll listen to you."

Roger looked at Milton.

Milton shrugged. "It's your private matter, and you can decide for yourself whether or not to tell us."

Meanwhile, Eddie had already sat up in bed again.

Actually, Scott was just teasing Roger; he wasn't really interested in Roger's romantic feelings.

Of course, Milton wasn't very interested either.

Soon, he lowered his eyes again to think about his own affairs.

Milton turned around and continued packing his things.

Only Eddie looked at Roger expectantly.

Roger instantly lost the desire to confide in anyone.

“Let’s talk about today’s headline in the Daily Prophet!” he promptly changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, Scott and Milton turned to look at him again.

Roger continued, "The Travers family is extinct. What do you think the Ministry of Magic will do with their legacy?"

"Property?" Eddie's eyes lit up. "With no heir in the Travers family, will their assets be confiscated?"

“That’s possible,” Milton nodded.

He thought for a moment and then said, "According to convention, the Ministry of Magic has the right to deal with the property left behind by criminals."

"really?"

Eddie was extremely envious.

"I've made up my mind!" he shouted. "I'm going to be Minister for Magic!"

Milton shook his head. "But it's not that easy."

Milton, after all, came from a wizarding family and had some knowledge of this from a young age.

Seeing that his roommates were interested in this, he explained to them, "The biggest obstacle for the Ministry of Magic in acquiring the Travers family's property is other pure-blood families that are related to the Travers family by marriage."

“Other pure-blood families?” Roger raised an eyebrow. “Relatives with different surnames have no right to inherit.”

Milton said, "But they could pick a child with Travers blood, change his or her surname, and make him or her the new heir. It wouldn't be difficult for them."

Eddie asked excitedly, "So next we'll see a struggle between the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families over the Travers family's assets?"

“I think it’s more complicated than that,” Scott said. “Those families related to Travers aren’t a united front either, and anyone can figure out the big picture.”

"This is amazing! This kind of plot is definitely more exciting than novels and movies!" Eddie's eyes lit up.

“This has nothing to do with us,” Milton said. “Even if these struggles occur, they will only take place silently beneath the surface.”

"Is that so?" Eddie clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Scott said irritably, "You'd better not ask about this, lest you get into unnecessary trouble."

"Ok."

Eddie sighed with some regret.

"Am I left with no choice but to rely on the Daily Prophet? God knows, they rarely publish the truth!"

Chapter 223 The Stern Ravenclaw Professor

After lunch, Scott went to the Room of Requirement alone.

With the completion of the Ravenclaw foundation course, Scott no longer needs to come to class on time.

According to Ravenclaw, she could directly impart the basic knowledge, but Scott would have to walk the rest of the path himself.

On the path of magic, everyone moves in a different direction.

Scott cannot follow in Ravenclaw's footsteps; if he does, he will likely forever remain in Ravenclaw's shadow, never reaching the heights she once achieved.

But this full-time dedicated professor didn't just retire; Ravenclaw was still happy to answer Scott's questions during his studies and give him some advice.

Although it wasn't a hands-on teaching method, this way Scott could avoid making the same mistakes.

Ravenclaw has now lifted the restriction that he could only enter Helena's study on weekends.

Scott can come to ask for advice whenever he wants.

Scott walked back and forth in the corridor three times, and after confirming his identity with the eagle-shaped door knocker, he pushed open the door and entered Helena's study.

"Good afternoon, Helena." He greeted the girl Helena in the painting.

Good afternoon, Scott.

Helena was sitting on a grassy field in the painting when she saw Scott arrive. Her eyes lit up and she greeted him warmly.

"I remember, this semester is almost over, isn't it?" she asked curiously.

Scott nodded. "That's right, the end-of-year exams are over."

"So, summer vacation is almost here." Helena sighed. "The castle will be quiet again."

Scott laughed and said, "It's okay, summer vacation is only two months long."

"Too."

Helena nodded, then looked at Scott with expectant eyes.