The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“No,” he said, frowning. “I have to find out exactly what method they used!”

If we don't figure this out, won't we fall for it again next time?

But he soon realized that his own wild speculations were pointless.

"I'm so angry I'm losing my mind..."

Scott murmured.

In such a situation, the best option is, of course, to consult your Ravenclaw mentor.

Chapter 297 Ravenclaw Mentor's Guidance

"Have you also been afflicted by the Imperius Curse?" Rimbaud asked Scott worriedly. "What are you going to do?"

Hearing Rimbaud's words of concern, Scott calmed down somewhat.

He said to the increasingly human-like raven, "First, Medea used a Confusion Charm on you last time. Second, this time I wasn't hit by an Imperius Curse, but something more..."

He thought for a moment before coming up with a more fitting description: "A more silent, less noticeable magic, and..."

He waved the letter in his hand. "The letter still has a lingering scent, which means that this magic only works when combined with some kind of potion or herb."

Hearing him say that, Rimbaud just tilted his head. "That sounds scary. I don't know anything about these things."

Seeing this, Scott smiled, feeling more relaxed.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time; there was still half an hour before afternoon classes.

"We'll separate for now."

He spoke to Rimbaud as he opened the classroom window.

Come find me after your afternoon classes.

"no problem."

Rimbaud flew out of the window.

Scott turned around and knelt on one knee.

He tapped the tip of his wand on the ground while chanting a spell.

"Stop the curse immediately."

Golden light radiated outwards from the tip of the wand, completely erasing the silencing spell Scott had set up.

After doing all this, Scott got up and left the empty classroom.

He rushed to the eighth floor and entered Helena's study.

"Scott?"

Inside the study, Helena, the girl in the painting, looked in surprise at Scott who suddenly entered the room.

She asked curiously, "Why are you here? It's not the weekend."

“I’m having some trouble,” Scott said. “Please open the door for me, Helena. I need to see my Ravenclaw mentor.”

"Ok."

Perhaps seeing Scott's serious expression, the young girl Helena did not complain this time and opened the door for him directly.

Scott hurriedly thanked him and went into the inner room where the Ravenclaw portrait was located.

"tutor."

Although he was in a hurry, Scott still didn't forget to bow to the Ravenclaw in the painting.

In the painting, Ravenclaw raises his head and looks at him with wise eyes.

“What happened, Scott?” she asked.

Scott quickly and concisely explained the situation he was facing.

After hearing Scott's description, Ravenclaw did not comment on Medea and Scott's behavior.

She seemed unconcerned about Medea's meddling and the subtle connection between Scott and Medea.

She glanced at the letter in Scott's hand and then explained why Scott had fallen for the virus.

She started by saying, "You did not perform a brain shut-in."

“Yes,” Scott nodded. “I don’t maintain the Occupy Central technique all the time.”

"Perhaps next time you receive a dangerous letter, you'll remember to take precautions." The Ravenclaw in the painting smiles. "The other party's method is simple: you can try wetting the letter with water."

Upon hearing this, Scott immediately waved his wand and used a water-making charm to create some water, wetting the letter in his hand.

When the entire sheet of paper was wet, most of the writing on it became blurred, but some strokes remained clear as before.

"Do you see anything?" Ravenclaw in the painting asks.

"This is……"

Scott had by then noticed that the strokes on the letter, which remained clear even after being wet, formed a somewhat discontinuous pattern.

No wonder he always felt that William's handwriting in this letter was messy and even disorganized.

“A simple spell circuit, with an effect similar to charm magic,” Ravenclaw said softly. “These strokes were probably written with ink made from a bewitching potion.”

"So that's how it is."

Scott smiled somewhat helplessly.

The purpose of the confusion potion was to confuse his senses, preventing him from noticing the magical fluctuations of the spell circuits activating when he read the letter.

The amount of the confusion potion was actually very small, because it didn't need to confuse Scott for long; just a moment was enough for the magic circuit to take effect.

This method is actually not very complicated, but it is very easy to fall for it if you are unaware of it.

Just like the highly venomous midges Scott used in his assassination.

Having figured out why he had contracted the virus, Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not an unavoidable method; he just needs to be more careful afterward, and he won't have to worry about falling for it again.

Suddenly, Scott sniffed.

Perhaps because it was wet, Scott felt that the herbal scent lingering on the letter was clearer.

"This taste...it seems familiar..."

He felt like he had smelled this scent somewhere before.

Scott brought the soaked letter closer and smelled it carefully, when a sudden inspiration struck him.

“Miss Grapland,” he murmured, “this smells somewhat like the sage that the teaching assistant smokes.”

"It is not uncommon to find sage-based confusing potions."

At this point, Ravenclaw in the painting speaks.

"Breathing the smoke when burning sage has a non-addictive effect, like a hallucinogenic drug."

So there's no connection between these two things?

Scott had a question mark in his mind.

Perhaps he was being too sensitive, but Scott still felt... maybe they should send crows to spy on Miss Grapland for a while.

Scott checked the time again; there were still ten minutes left before class started.

He then respectfully thanked his Ravenclaw instructor and took his leave.

"Go ahead, but I hope you'll weigh the value of anything before you do it."

Ravenclaw's admonitory words can be heard in the painting.

"Is what you need to do more important than learning knowledge? If not, then it's not worth wasting your time on it."

"I understand, mentor."

Scott bowed again, then turned and left the room.

He hurriedly bid farewell to Helena, the girl in the painting, and then hurriedly left the Room of Requirement.

After running all the way, Scott finally arrived at the History of Magic classroom before class started.

At this moment, Professor Binns, Hogwarts' only ghost professor, had already begun to slowly call roll.

After the afternoon classes ended, Rimbaud reappeared before Scott.

Since there were other students around, the raven wisely kept quiet and simply landed on Scott's shoulder.

"Why do you have another raven?"

Roger and Milton looked at Rimbaud with curiosity.

"You created this using Transfiguration?"

“Of course.” Scott reached out and touched Rimbaud’s feathers. “I’m practicing…”

His finger was pecked hard by Rimbaud.

Clearly, in Rimbaud's memory, it was not a product of Transfiguration; it was simply a gifted genius raven.

“I’m practicing making it a bit more flexible,” Scott said, still smiling.

Although Rimbaud angrily pecked Scott, he considerately refrained from exposing Scott's "lie".

Just then, Scott suddenly heard a low, hushed call.

Hey! Scott!

Scott looked in the direction of the sound and saw Harry standing behind a pillar in a corridor, waving at him.

Scott suddenly remembered something he had hinted at to Harry the day before, right when he told Hermione that he wouldn't be meeting William.

It seems that Harry contacted him this time to confirm his meeting with William on Saturday.

After understanding what was going on, Scott told his roommates to go to the Great Hall first, and then walked up to Harry alone.

He laughed and asked Harry, "Who are you hiding from, Harry?"

"Oh, I don't want Hermione to see me," Harry said, scratching his head, a little embarrassed.