The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Although Cedric used the Hurricane Spell, he was unable to disperse all the smoke.

As the smoke continued to spread, it quickly enveloped the entire classroom.

Scott heard many complaints from his classmates.

They won't be able to see this duel!

After Cedric lost his sight, Scott swiftly ended the duel with a petrification spell.

After a while, Blake's voice rang out.

"Tergeo!"

Subsequently, a constantly rotating wind created a siphon effect in the classroom, causing the smoke to shrink in volume until it finally condensed into a cloud and dissipated with the wind.

Everyone regained their sight.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

Black waved his wand and rescued Cedric from being petrified.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Diggory, you didn’t use the right spell.”

He said to Cedric.

"In the face of Mr. Troop's smoke spell, the Whirlwind Sweep, used for cleaning rooms, is obviously more useful than the Hurricane Sweep, which can blow away wizards."

He then looked at Scott.

“Well done, Mr. Trolop. The use of the Smoke Spell made full use of your magical perception. However, please note that this spell is easier to dispel when used indoors.”

Both Scott and Cedric expressed their gratitude for his guidance.

Scott never expected that this tactic would be countered by a cleaning spell when used indoors.

But that's precisely what makes magic so interesting.

Many seemingly powerful spells can be countered by some overlooked everyday spells or prank spells.

However, this requires some experience or ingenuity.

Just as Scott once used the Brainwashing Charm to disrupt the house-elves' spatial magic, he used the Joyful Charm to make Brandon Yaxley lose control of the Fiendfire Charm.

In the following time, Blake had all the students pair up and begin dueling practice simultaneously.

He moved through the huge practice rooms, occasionally giving students some advice.

Scott and Cedric were both rejected by their respective classmates and had to team up again.

At Cedric's request, the two began to compete in a transformation technique.

Cedric adopted Scott's good habit and also carried some transformation materials with him.

Neither of them used any spells; they simply controlled two shapeshifting creations to fight, resulting in a stalemate for a time.

“Congratulations, you’ve made great progress,” Scott said.

After some time apart, Cedric has become quite adept at controlling the two animals, showing that he worked very hard during the summer vacation.

Chapter 281 The First Day of the New School Year Ends

The enjoyable dueling class ended quickly, and Black generously awarded extra points to the students who performed well, with Scott receiving the highest score of 10.

Overall, Professor Blake's first class was a fairly successful one.

But Scott's good mood didn't last long.

After dinner, he ran into the Potions Professor in a corridor.

"Good evening, Professor Snape," Scott greeted him.

Snape stopped in his tracks.

He repeated what Scott had said in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, in a rhetorical question.

"Dumbledore finally made the right choice?"

His unique tone of voice always easily provokes unpleasant feelings in others.

"Is this your true assessment of Blake, Mr. Trollope? I must say, the judgment of the genius Trollope is truly disappointing."

Snape stared at Scott with his dark, emotionless eyes.

"..."

Why is this gentleman being sarcastic and sarcastic towards me?

At that moment, Scott really wanted to roll his eyes at him.

He knew, of course, that the Potions Professor had long coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, which made him hostile towards any Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Not to mention that was Blake, his enemy.

This is a combination of old and new grudges.

But none of this concerns me!

Is he trying to force me to take sides?

Scott's mind wandered aimlessly.

He was being watched by Snape the whole time and had to answer his questions.

Not wanting to offend Snape again, but also unable to go back on his word, Scott had to carefully consider his words.

“I did say that, Professor. After all, previous professors of this course haven’t been very satisfactory. Professor Black is certainly much better than Professor Quirrell and Professor Lockhart, isn’t he?”

"Humph."

Snape glanced at him and snorted.

"Indeed, compared to those two idiots, your disgusting, sycophantic praise of Blake makes sense."

He finished speaking with his chin held high, then flicked his robe and strode away.

Watching Snape's figure disappear around the corner, Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems he should be careful in the future and try to stay away from the struggle between his arch-enemies Snape and Black.

He was just a Ravenclaw boy and had no intention of becoming cannon fodder in the war between two Slytherins and two old Gryffindor men.

Let's leave this arduous task to Harry, the "savior" who has a deep connection with both of them!

As a "savior," one should bear a heavier burden than the average person.

Scott just wanted to watch the spectacle; he didn't want to get involved.

After that, Scott didn't linger in the castle but returned to the common room to finish his paper for the day in the college library.

Jacob found him when he was halfway through writing his paper.

"what happened?"

Scott glanced up at Jacob, but didn't stop writing.

Jacob leaned against a bookshelf and asked Scott in a low voice, "Ever since Lockhart, everyone has realized that you can't trust reputation. Well, I just want to ask you, what's Professor Black really like?"

Scott didn't look up. "I think many of my classmates have already discussed this."

Jacob dismissively said, "Lohart was popular back then too; heroes are always more popular than novelists."

Scott looked up. "You can trust most Ravenclaw students; we're generally quite rational."

"Then why don't you give an objective evaluation?" Jacob pressed.

"Ok."

Scott put down his quill.

"Professor Blake's strengths are his rich practical experience and solid theoretical knowledge, while his weaknesses are his emotional instability and lack of teaching experience. Overall, he is capable of this position."

Jacob then thanked him and left, satisfied.

Scott continued writing his paper, and after only a few lines, someone else contacted him.

“I…I wanted to come and thank you.” Savannah still seemed a little awkward as she spoke to him.

"Thank you?" Scott looked at her with some surprise.

“About my brother,” Savannah said, “we found him.”

Scott was genuinely surprised. "Congratulations."

He didn't calculate where her missing brother was, he only calculated his condition.

He still remembered the results of his calculations: although Savannah's brother Aaron was still alive, his body was in a deep sleep, his consciousness was in a state between dreaming and waking, but his spirit was very active.

Scott once speculated that he might be under some kind of special curse, or that it was related to the druidic magic passed down in the Savannah family.

Of course, these are just speculations, since he knew nothing about so-called druids.

"Aaron, is that his name?" Scott asked curiously. "Has he fully woken up?"

Savannah shook her head, hesitated, and finally said vaguely, "We've only found him, but we haven't been able to wake him up yet."

She didn't reveal the specifics, thanked him again, and left.

Scott watched the girl's retreating figure and suddenly remembered what she looked like when she had completely transformed into a wolf.

Scott was very interested in the Druid's beast transformation.

It is said that Druids can transform into more than one beast, which seems to be superior to Animagus, who can only transform into one fixed animal.

He decided to consult his Ravenclaw tutor again on Saturday.

That evening, Scott overheard Roger muttering in his dorm room, "During class today, I felt like Kachini was giving me a weird look."

His face showed great confusion.

"Of course, it's not just during class, it's also when we eat in the auditorium..."

"Is there something wrong with it?" Eddie asked with a smile. "Isn't it the way you look at a faithless person? Just like Miss Mill."

Scott, who was leaning back on the bed and flipping through a book, felt a sudden jolt of fear upon hearing Roger's words.

He remembered the embarrassing incident during summer vacation when he was blocked by Cachini in Diagon Alley while wearing Roger's face.