The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He paused, then continued, "But after Riddle's diary was destroyed by Headmaster Dumbledore, Ravenclaw's crown was also purified."

Green flames danced in the small fireplace in Scott's hand, while Medea's voice remained calm and unhurried.

“You’re right,” she said. “I once suspected that the other three Horcruxes were my father’s locket, Hufflepuff’s cup, and Gryffindor’s sword.”

“I had that same doubt,” Scott said.

Medea brought up the informant again, "But I was told that the Gryffindor sword has always been kept in the headmaster's office by successive headmasters, and it was the only one of the founder's relics that has not been lost."

Scott was now even more certain, "It must be a portrait of a former principal!"

Medea's laughter echoed again from within the flames, "You can guess, but I know you won't tell the current headmaster."

"..."

Scott was speechless; he truly couldn't.

He couldn't explain his source.

"So, boy," Medea asked playfully, "do you agree to the deal I proposed?"

Scott took a few more deep breaths before finally speaking, "I'm sorry, but you've overestimated me once again. If I could pinpoint the exact location of the Horcruxes, I would have told Headmaster Dumbledore long ago."

Although the research materials left by Slytherin and Medea in that secret room were incredibly tempting to Scott, he ultimately chose to refuse.

Leaving aside the Slytherin locket and Hufflepuff's golden cup, is he going to tell Medea that Harry Potter is also one of the Horcruxes?

Medea needs Voldemort's complete soul to be fully resurrected, and once she finds out, she will definitely target Harry.

Although Scott prided himself on being a man with fluctuating moral standards, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to sacrifice Harry's life for those research materials.

That kid has already suffered enough.

"It seems you're not prepared to agree to this deal," Medea said coldly.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I really can’t help you,” Scott said.

"Alright alright."

Medea's tone softened again.

“If you change your mind, remember to contact me, Scott.”

Finally, she spoke threateningly with a smile.

"Finally, boy, I must remind you that even though I admire a genius wizard like you, my tolerance for you is limited."

After saying that, she disconnected from the local Floo network.

The green flame in the small fireplace was completely extinguished.

In the darkness, Scott slowly stood up and stuffed the small fireplace into the deformed lizard skin bag.

He leaned against the door of the storage room and breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew Medea was truly angry this time; otherwise, someone as deep-thinking as her wouldn't have uttered such a threatening statement.

For a moment, Scott had the illusion that he was walking on a tightrope.

But he could not agree to Medea's deal.

Not only because of Harry's life, but also because he didn't want to tell Medea where the locket and the golden cup were.

It's better for Medea to recover more slowly; if she recovers faster...

Although Scott didn't know what kind of trouble she was going to cause, he worried that he was very likely to get involved.

This was something he didn't want to see, and it completely contradicted his wishes.

He wanted to be the freest wizard!

He was unwilling to get involved in politics, nor to participate in any reforms, and even less willing to be dragged into any war.

If Medea's recovery had taken longer, if that time had been long enough, perhaps Scott would have been able to grow up on his own.

For Scott, who needs time to grow, perhaps the best scenario is a battle where Medea and Voldemort are evenly matched.

Medea wanted to sacrifice Voldemort's soul, but Voldemort was a dark monster who strongly resisted death. Although they were related by blood, they were already irreconcilably at odds.

Voldemort, still in a remnant state, could only run away from Medea, but Scott believed he could still be saved.

After all, Voldemort is the final boss of the "original" story, the Dark Lord. How could he be so lacking in prestige?

Voldemort wasn't stupid.

Under pressure from Medea, the Dark Lord might be able to rise up and resurrect ahead of schedule, or at least hide his remaining Horcruxes more securely.

Once resurrected, Voldemort would be no less powerful than Medea in direct combat.

Of course, even if the Dark Lord were to be successfully resurrected, it would probably be difficult for him to organize his former Death Eaters to serve him.

Medea is like a spider queen, seemingly very skilled at weaving webs.

Aside from a few Death Eaters who were die-hard loyal to Voldemort, the others who weren't particularly loyal to begin with might have already fallen for Medea's charms long ago.

Scott's mind raced with wild speculations as he gently pushed open the door to the storage room and hurried away.

Because of the delay in contacting Medea, it was already past curfew.

He used his magical senses, carefully avoiding the night patrolling Filch and Lady Lorris, as well as the wandering Peeves, and successfully returned to the Ravenclaw Tower.

Scott, standing outside the Ravenclaw common room, glanced at the night sky outside the window and smiled wryly.

It's hard to believe, but he's now secretly hoping that Voldemort, the Dark Lord, will work even harder.

Go, Dark Lord!

Chapter 287 Another teaching accident?

That's life; it's often peaceful, but occasionally it can be turbulent again.

One day in mid-October, another teaching accident occurred at Hogwarts.

Professor Blake was finally the one to be held responsible for this teaching incident.

The other party involved was that unfortunate Malfoy.

It is said that this arrogant guy angered Blake in class and was hung from the classroom ceiling by the angry professor for the entire class period.

In short, Malfoy was admitted to the school hospital again due to a dislocated arm.

"It is said that Professor Black is Malfoy's uncle, and Malfoy's mother also had the surname Black before she got married."

At lunchtime that day, Eddie was excitedly talking about gossip he had heard from who-knows-where.

"Is this true? I've never heard of it before?" Roger asked with interest.

“It’s true,” Milton said. “I remember Mrs. Malfoy was indeed a daughter of the Black family.”

Seeing his roommates' surprised expressions, Milton sighed and said, "When I was a child, my grandfather made me memorize the intricate family relationships between pure-blood families."

His expression was one of great pain as he spoke of this.

"Oh, good job, Milton." Roger patted him on the shoulder insincerely.

Milton shook his head, looking on with a heavy heart. "Most so-called emerging wizarding families are like this, even treating the complex relationships between pure-blood families as a subject of study."

Eddie noticed the atmosphere changed after Milton spoke, and quickly tried to draw everyone's attention back to him.

He said with a grin, "Hey, you'd never guess how Malfoy angered Professor Black."

Scott gave him a look that said something quickly.

"Perhaps Professor Black's excessive favoritism towards his godson Potter made Malfoy quite resentful, or perhaps even a little jealous?"

Eddie spoke very quickly.

"In short, in the time before class, he kept provoking Potter and saying some unpleasant things, and Professor Black suddenly got angry."

“Perhaps poor little Malfoy thought his Uncle Black would love him as much as his father did,” Roger shrugged. “But unfortunately, he was wrong.”

Scott smiled. "I'm more curious about what Malfoy said that stirred up Professor Black's emotions."

"cough!"

Eddie coughed.

He had obviously found out the details.

After making sure everyone around him at the table was watching him, he began his performance.

He raised his chin like Malfoy.

However, his thick chin couldn't quite capture the shrewishness of young Malfoy.

“My mother said…” Eddie began to mimic Malfoy’s tone of voice, “Ahem, my mother said that the Black family is always pure, and someone like you will never be welcomed by the Black family, Potter.”

Because his imitation was quite accurate, the students around him couldn't help but laugh.

Eddie's imitations continue.

"And I, the heir of the Malfoy family, am the one who will be welcomed by the Black family."

"By the way, our Professor Black was kicked out of the house a long time ago, on the very day he was sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat."

"After that, he could only hang out with your father's group and live with the Potters."

“My mother says that Uncle Regulus is the Black family’s chosen heir!”

“My mother also said that Professor Black went astray because he met people like your father. If you ask me, old Potter really did a lot of harm, didn’t he?”

At this point, Eddie spread his hands, his face returning to its usual expression.

"Anyway, that's how it is. After that, Professor Black gagged Malfoy and hung him up, and he wasn't let down for the entire class," he said gleefully.

Scott was speechless; Malfoy was just being sarcastic.

If he had only attacked Blake himself, Blake, as an elder, might not have bothered with him. But he attacked his uncle's deceased best friend.

Breaking news!

Suddenly, the Weasley twins came running into the Great Hall, yelling and shouting.

They both looked extremely excited.

"Professor Blake!"