The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

At this point, he looked at the Ravenclaw in the painting.

“Continue,” Ravenclaw said with a smile.

"She seems to be trying to win me over, claiming she's optimistic about my future?" Scott's brow remained furrowed. "Her attitude wasn't particularly forceful, but she often made some calculating moves..."

“And you managed to get through it all,” Ravenclaw said.

Scott nodded.

Although we've managed to get through this for now, the future is uncertain.

Even the best of men make mistakes, and Scott always felt he might fall victim to something at any moment.

Like this time, he has even fallen victim to it.

Medea's presence kept him constantly on edge, a feeling that was not pleasant to bear.

“She certainly has high hopes for your future,” Ravenclaw said meaningfully, “but taming an eagle that yearns for freedom is no easy task.”

Scott looked at him strangely.

His Ravenclaw mentor's words reminded him of the falcon training techniques he had seen online in his previous life.

"Ao ying" is an old Beijing dialect term, also known as "ao da ying," and refers to one of the methods of training falcons.

Because eagles are fierce and untamed, falconers capture them and don't let them sleep for several days before their wild nature is worn away.

Looking back now, Medea's attitude towards him seems to be similar to her attitude towards hawks.

Ravenclaw's point is the same: the methods humans use to tame wild animals are probably all pretty much the same.

Medea didn't intend to harm Scott in any way; she simply used various methods to keep him on his guard, distract him, and exhaust his energy.

Scott could now foresee that the woman's methods against him would become increasingly difficult to resist until the day he could no longer endure it.

So it seems Medea really has high hopes for his future!

Otherwise, why would she spend so much effort dealing with a teenage wizard apprentice like him?

Scott really wanted to shout, "What have I done to deserve this?!"

“It seems you’ve figured it out,” Ravenclaw in the painting spoke again. “So, do you understand what to do?”

“I understand, mentor,” Scott said.

He couldn't pay too much attention to Medea's little tricks. For him right now, the most important thing was to absorb knowledge and accelerate his growth.

He couldn't afford to be careless about Medea's little tricks; otherwise, he would really fall into her trap, and the consequences of that trap would certainly not be pleasant.

Medea isn't exactly a normal person either; if Scott were to fall for it, she might even be disappointed in him.

Scott might even lose his life in that situation.

Scott could tell that if he could keep going, Medea would continue to think highly of him and wouldn't resort to drastic measures against him.

In short, this is a contest of willpower. When a person is working hard to keep the eagle at rest, they can't sleep either. Conversely, the eagle is also working hard to keep the person at rest.

“I’ve already decided that I want to be the freest wizard!” Scott said.

He stares into the eyes of the Ravenclaw in the painting, his gaze and tone of voice both resolute.

"No one can tame me," he emphasized again.

Upon hearing this, Ravenclaw's smile in the painting became more genuine.

“I’m sorry, as your mentor, I’m not able to help you with this right now,” she said calmly. “Of course, even if I were able, I wouldn’t do it.”

Scott was not surprised by her words.

He also said with a smile, "In order for the eaglets to learn to fly, their mothers will break their wings and push them off cliffs."

Legend has it that the mother eagle's seemingly cruel act of breaking most of the bones in her eaglet's wings is the key to the eaglet's future ability to soar freely in the vast sky.

Eagles have an extremely strong ability to regenerate their wing bones. As long as they can endure the excruciating pain and keep flapping their wings after a breakage, causing the wings to become engorged with blood, they will soon recover. After recovery, the wings will grow stronger and more powerful.

If this is not done, the fledgling eagle will lose this only chance, and it will never have the chance to fly in the blue sky again.

Of course, this is just a legend and not very reliable.

Scott simply remembered this widely circulated inspirational story and adapted it.

Upon hearing Scott's words, Ravenclaw in the painting sits regally in an ornate high-backed chair, looking down at him.

On the wide back of the chair, two open bronze eagle wing patterns were positioned on either side of her shoulders.

“Interesting.” She looked at Scott and laughed. “I’m getting more and more pleased with you as my apprentice, Scott.”

“Your knowledge is enough for me,” Scott said with a slight bow.

Ravenclaw simply nodded and said nothing more.

Scott quickly composed himself and began to study.

This time, he took out all the drawings that Bill had sent with the letter and began to discuss with Ravenclaw some things he didn't understand.

These magical items from ancient Egypt are quite interesting and offer valuable insights for Scott.

Of course, the script used by ancient Egyptian shamans was not runes, and it was not even a script from the same system as runes.

They used a hieroglyphic script known as "divine script," which later evolved into Coptic.

Ravenclaw was also very interested in these materials from ancient Egypt.

She told Scott that ancient Egyptian magic and ancient British magic were not the same thing, that the use of "divine script" was not the same as the use of runes, and that their alchemy was based on a different theory.

"Unfortunately, I did very little research on this during my lifetime," she sighed.

She was ultimately just a portrait, possessing all the knowledge the real Ravenclaw had before she left.

Of course, as a Ravenclaw portrait, she is extremely special.

Unlike other portraits, she can add new memories and even learn new knowledge.

But a portrait is not the real person, and she cannot grasp new knowledge as quickly as a real Ravenclaw.

“Their magical creations strive for a sense of natural perfection,” Scott said.

This is also why Bill wrote that paper in the first place, because some magical items have no trace of being made, as if they were created in an instant.

"How did they do it...?"

This is what Scott is most concerned about.

This is because such magical items seem to overlap in concept with his envisioned ultimate transformation spell.

But this isn't something you can figure out just by looking at the information, and even Bill couldn't understand it after seeing the actual product.

Ravenclaw, who has not studied this, could not provide an answer either.

Scott didn't have a good solution, so he could only look at the drawings from time to time to see if he could get any inspiration.

Of course, he hasn't gained anything so far.

Chapter 301 The Call with William Brown

William, who almost managed to trick Scott, contacted Scott that evening using the small fireplace.

At that time, Scott had not yet left the Room of Requirement.

“I won’t ask you why you did that, William.”

Scott spoke to the small fireplace in his hand, where a green flame was burning.

"Did you meet with Professor Hagrid today? I wonder if you will still be his defense attorney..."

Before William could answer, he continued, "I think you'd better do what you promised, for the sake of those Thestrals you stole."

He emphasized, "That was Hagrid's, the only one in all of Britain who could tame a Thestral."

“Oh, it’s rare to hear you say such a long thing, Scott. It seems you’re really a bit angry,” William said with a smile. “But I wasn’t involved in their operation. I’ve been in London, you know, preparing for university entrance exams.”

"Really? You're really taking college entrance exams?" Scott asked with a smile. "Mrs. Slytherin's Green Robe organization just happens to need a Cambridge law graduate who's well-versed in Muggle law?"

“We do not call ourselves the Green Robes,” William said with a hint of helplessness.

Scott feigned surprise, “Then what should people call you? You know, the Death Eaters are famous because they have a catchy name.”

“I think we’re all aware of it now,” William said.

“Indeed,” Scott said, “because you almost broke the Wizarding Secrecy Act.”

William smiled. "No, because we have Lady Slytherin, whose surname is a flag."

“Oh, surname? Are you going to go for that ‘pure-blood supremacy’ thing too?” Scott asked deliberately.

“You know that’s impossible, of course.” William was unfazed by his sarcasm. “Lady Slytherin doesn’t care whether a wizard is pure-blooded or not; she only looks at a wizard’s true talent.”

He emphasized, "That's also why Lady Slytherin values ​​you."

“It seems you’re not as hierarchical as the Death Eaters,” Scott added. “I haven’t even heard you call anyone ‘Lord.’”

William's tone remained calm. "Of course, Lady Slytherin doesn't like Voldemort's ways."

"So what are the aims and goals of your organization?" Scott asked. "Medea wants to recruit me to work for her, but she has never told me about her ideals."

“I think you should understand,” William said.

Scott said definitively, "No, I don't understand."

"Okay, the reason you don't understand is simply because you're unwilling to think about and understand us."

William's voice became more serious.

"Lady Slytherin simply wanted wizards to be competitive with Muggles. You know, Muggle technology is developing faster and faster..."

He paused, seemingly giving Scott a few seconds to think.

Then he continued, "Lady Slytherin believes that wizards have been complacent for too long, and this cannot continue. One day, Muggles will even discover us and completely take over our living space on this planet."

Scott asked him, "Do you want to start a war? A war with Muggles? I remember your parents were Muggles, William."

“No, Lady Slytherin doesn’t want to start a war like Gellert Grindelwald,” William said. “Her aim is simply to keep wizards competitive and prevent them from being outpaced by the technological advancements of Muggles.”

His tone was somewhat agitated.

"Perhaps one day, wizards will find a better, more open way to get along with Muggles, and that's what I'm preparing for, which is why I'm going to college."