The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Upon hearing this, Ramiro flipped his hair, which had been completely styled with about half a bottle of hairspray, with a rather flamboyant air.

“Your cousin Ramiro is also a mature and rational man, much more mature than you. Your worries are actually unnecessary.”

He said smugly.

"I'm just interested in the unknown, like reading a novel or watching a movie. I don't actually want to participate in it personally..."

He laughed again.

"Of course, I would be happy to visit the so-called magical world if I could see its wonders."

Scott listened to his words and smiled helplessly.

If Ramiro weren't his relative, he wouldn't have been so easily fooled, because he wouldn't care whether others suffer because they want to become wizards.

After laughing again, Ramiro told Scott some news, "By the way, Irene's sister... her name is Benita, right? I saw her at a party a couple of days ago, and she asked me about you."

Scott gave a dismissive "hmm" with little interest.

“I told her you went back to England.”

Ramiro reached out a hand and patted Scott on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Looks like you're not that interested in her anymore? No problem, summer vacation is still long, I can throw a few more parties, I guarantee there are plenty of other great girls in Madrid!"

"Forget it." Scott had lost interest in those parties. "If I wanted to be in a relationship, why not find a girl at Hogwarts? At least I could see her every day."

Ramiro disagreed, saying, "Of course you can wait until school starts to find a witch girlfriend at your Hogwarts, but that doesn't stop you from having a happy summer vacation with the girls in Madrid first!"

What kind of Aquaman declaration is this?

Scott shook his head, indicating that he was not interested.

He's very busy.

Aside from the uninterrupted research into magic...

Even while he was in Spain, he still genuinely cared about his fellow wizards in the UK.

Especially the ensuing battle over Travers's legacy.

He didn't want to miss any of the exciting developments in this "war" and was always ready to secretly act as a hidden facilitator once again.

Anyway, with Rimbaud in Britain, he can still do a lot of things remotely.

This is the kind of happiness that belongs to Scott.

Book 3 Scott's Fifth Grade

Chapter 274 New School Year, Start of Fifth Grade

King's Cross Station, London, September 1, 1993.

After spending the summer vacation, Scott, who had turned 15, and his three roommates pushed their luggage carts into the station.

Since Roger, Milton, and Eddie were all in London, Scott arranged to meet them at the station entrance by phone before the start of the school term.

Scott asked Milton, whom he hadn't seen for over two months, "How was your summer vacation in London, all by yourself?"

“Very good,” Milton said. “I’ve been all over London this summer and have gained a better understanding of Muggle life.”

Roger said with a smile, "Milton also participated in their community's orchestra activities and became the most popular community musician."

Milton smiled shyly.

He looks much happier now than when he was troubled by family problems at the end of last semester.

It seems he really had a great summer vacation.

"You all don't know, I went to America this summer!" Eddie suddenly said excitedly. "It's just a pity I couldn't visit Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Scott asked with amusement, "Did you deliberately save this news for today?"

Eddie nodded smugly and began to recount his trip to America at length.

Unfortunately, he went to the United States with Mr. Camitcher, who was on a business trip, and did not have the opportunity to come into contact with the American magical community.

This led Scott and his team to not be very interested in his experiences.

Milton asked Scott in a low voice, "Are you only returning to England today?"

Scott shook his head. "It was yesterday. I went to Diagon Alley yesterday to buy new textbooks for the new school year."

Roger immediately joined their conversation, "I don't know who the school has chosen as the new professor for the Magical Creatures Protection class, but that book that likes to bite people is really weird!"

“You can guess from the style of the books,” Scott said with a laugh.

After they took turns jogging into Platform 9¾, Eddie had completely stopped recounting his American journey.

Even after Scott and his companions boarded the train and settled into their compartment, Eddie remained silent, gazing at the three of them with a resentful look.

Scott continued to chat happily about ordinary topics, deliberately ignoring Eddie's aggrieved little eyes.

When the train started moving, Eddie finally couldn't resist and joined their conversation.

At that moment, Scott stood up.

He took out a blue and gold badge from his pocket and pinned it to the chest of his robe.

"Oh! The prefect's badge?" Roger smiled teasingly at Scott. "I knew it, you'd be the new male prefect of fifth year."

Milton happily replied, "Congratulations, Scott."

“Next year it will be my turn!” Eddie said, somewhat unconvinced.

Scott nodded to them. "I need to go to the class sergeant's car."

He walked out of his compartment, passed through several carriages, and arrived at the long carriage located behind the locomotive.

At this time, the presidents of the male and female student councils and some of the class leaders were already waiting in the carriage.

Scott walked over to where the Ravenclaws were sitting and greeted the prefects he knew.

Penelope said to him warmly, "I told you you would be the new prefect, Scott."

Scott thanked her politely.

“This year it’s your fifth-year prefect’s turn to mentor the new students,” Ethan Cooper patted Scott on the shoulder. “I hope you don’t run into the same trouble we did last year!”

Scott knew that Ethan was referring to the incident last year when Caitlin Roll deliberately fell down the spiral staircase to frame Jacob.

"I was terrified when that girl fell!"

Eva Taylor, the prefect in the same grade as Ethan, seemed to still feel lingering fear when she thought about it.

"Thanks to Ethan, he cast a spell in time to save the girl."

At that moment, Kayla, who was in the same grade as Scott, ran into the carriage and sat down next to Scott.

It seems she is the new female class leader.

“What’s wrong, Kayla?” Scott asked Kayla, who kept glancing at her. “Are you regretting that Professor Flitwick didn’t choose Dylan as the prefect?”

“Are you kidding, Scott? Dylan and I don’t want to be glued together all the time,” Kayla said, her words betraying her true feelings.

Before long, all the prefects had arrived.

The two seventh-grade student council presidents, male and female, stood up and said a few words.

Their main point of conversation was to welcome the new prefects and to instruct everyone to patrol the carriages, paying special attention to the new students from each college.

After leaving the class monitor's car, Scott and Kayla toured the car they were in charge of.

Although Kayla claimed that she and Dylan wouldn't stick together all the time, Dylan quickly became attached to her during their inspection of the carriages.

Seeing this, Scott patted Dylan on the shoulder and solemnly entrusted him with the task of inspecting the carriages, which Dylan happily agreed to.

Scott was also pleased and walked with light steps back to his original carriage.

On his way back, he happened to pass by the carriage where the "savior" trio was located.

At that moment, Harry was gesturing wildly and talking to Ron and Hermione in the cubicle.

He looked absolutely thrilled.

Scott knocked on the cubicle door and then pushed it open and went inside.

"Hello." He looked at Harry, who was frozen in place, and couldn't help but smile. "Congratulations, Harry. I read the Daily Prophet's summer issue about your godfather, Mr. Black."

Harry turned to Scott, smiled sheepishly, and said, "Oh, thank you, Scott."

He explained somewhat hastily, "I mean... I haven't had a chance to thank you yet... You were the first to notice that something was wrong with Scabbers, weren't you? If it weren't for you, Sirius might not have been saved."

“You’re welcome,” Scott said, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s all just a coincidence.”

He turned to look at Ron, "...and it even caused Ron to lose his beloved pet."

"Ugh!" Ron gagged twice, his face contorted in pain. "Oh! Don't say that!"

Hermione covered her mouth and laughed, "Ron's been on a roll ever since he lost Scabbers! Mr. Weasley won the Daily Prophet's reader's prize and he's got a new pet!"

Ron quickly nodded in agreement, "Smack... oh no, Little Pettigrew must be a jinx who brings bad luck to those around him!"

It seems he has probably attributed part of his family's poverty to Little Pettigrew.

"By the way, Sirius also wants to thank you in person."

Harry said to Scott.

"And he will have that opportunity very soon."

At this point, he winked mysteriously at Scott.

Scott, watching the unconscious grin spreading across his face from sheer joy, ruthlessly exposed his riddle: "Mr. Black will become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"How did you know?" Harry blurted out.

“I’m sure now,” Scott said with a smile.

Chapter 275 The Highlights of the Opening Ceremony

Inside the brightly lit Great Hall of Hogwarts, countless candles hung in the air and burned fiercely.