The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Goodnight, Scott.

Rimbaud flew out of the window.

Scott stood at the window watching it disappear into the night sky before turning around and leaving after dealing with the spell he had set up.

Chapter 303 The Dark Lord May Need Help

A new week has begun.

On Monday morning, Scott, carrying his books, went to the auditorium with his roommates for breakfast.

“This Saturday is our first game of the school year,” Roger told Scott.

“Our opponent is Gryffindor,” Eddie said. “Of course, this is also the first time our tactical advisory group has been involved in a match. I’ve gathered enough intelligence on our opponents, and the others have already started developing tactics!”

Both men turned to stare at Scott as they spoke.

Even Milton said, "You can't push yourself too hard, Scott. It's good to relax by watching a game once in a while."

“Okay, I got it.” Scott raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll be watching the game on Saturday.”

His roommates then smiled with satisfaction.

As Scott entered the Great Hall, he glanced toward the Gryffindor table before taking his seat.

"What are you looking at?" Eddie, the keen gossip expert, immediately asked curiously.

Scott glanced at him helplessly. "It's nothing."

He ignored Eddie's curious glances and began to eat on his own.

Scott actually wanted to see if Harry had arrived.

He suddenly realized that he could actually learn about Voldemort's current situation through Harry.

There is an unseen connection between Harry and Voldemort.

In the original story, after Voldemort was found by Pettigrew and regained some of his powers, Harry immediately saw him in a dream.

Although Voldemort's restored power was limited at that time, he could only be held in Peter Pettigrew's arms like an infant.

When Voldemort was fully resurrected, the connection between Harry and him became even stronger, and he saw Nagini attacking Arthur Weasley in his dream again.

Just then, an owl delivered the latest issue of The Daily Prophet.

After reading the newspaper, the students began to express their disappointment and condemn the Ministry of Magic's incompetence and inaction.

"Take a look at today's headline: 'Operation Recapture Edinburgh: Research by the Department of Mysteries is Progressing Well and a Major Breakthrough is Expected Soon.'"

"Oh, they've said that more than once!"

"In other words, the Ministry of Magic still hasn't been able to begin any formal operations!"

"I bet they're completely stumped!"

People no longer believe the so-called breakthroughs reported in the newspapers, thinking that the Ministry of Magic is just fooling them.

"Are they just going to let those people occupy Edinburgh Castle forever?"

"They probably have no way to break through the protective magic outside the castle!"

"The Department of Mysteries has been investigating for a week."

"Wouldn't they invite Dumbledore over?"

Scott kept glancing at the door as he ate, and soon Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed into the Great Hall.

Scott immediately spotted the red, chibi-style figurine on Harry's backpack. It was a mini [Harry Potter], a gift Scott had given Harry when he was sick.

Scott didn't turn around; silently, his magic had already connected with the [Harry Potter] doll, conveying his commands.

From now on, whenever Harry mentions the keyword "Voldemort," the "Harry Potter" doll will record his words.

When Scott appears nearby, the doll can repeat those conversations to him.

Scott did all this quietly, without anyone noticing.

At that moment, he noticed that his roommates had also started discussing the contents of today's newspaper.

"He's dead!" Roger shouted.

"What happened, Eddie?" Scott asked the gossipmonger beside him.

“Oh, it’s Peter Pettigrew. The Ministry of Magic has issued a statement confirming that Peter Pettigrew has been confirmed dead in Azkaban.” Eddie handed the newspaper to Scott.

"Oh?"

Scott reached out and took the newspaper.

There was only one brief notice in the corner of the newspaper, the words of which announced the death of Little Pettigrew without any emotion.

"The cause of death was natural?" Scott looked at the conclusion in surprise.

Eddie laughed and said, "Surprised? I thought he had been given a 'Dementor's Kiss' too."

Just then, a loud exclamation came from the Weasley twins over the Gryffindor table.

"Oh Merlin! Ron, your Scabbers are dead!"

"Poor little Luo Luo! You love it so much!"

Immediately afterwards, Ron roared angrily, "Shut up! Fred! Shut up! George!"

Scott put the newspaper aside and continued eating.

Natural death?

Scott didn't believe this explanation; he preferred to believe that Snape had finally found a way to kill Pettigrew.

Although Dumbledore stopped Snape from killing Pettigrew, Scott always felt that he probably wouldn't let it go.

Moreover, a potions master certainly has the ability to make a wizard "die naturally".

Of course, all of this is just Scott's irresponsible conjecture.

Several more days passed, and the Ministry of Magic's operation to reclaim Edinburgh Castle seemed to have made no real progress.

Harry didn't give Scott any feedback either.

Perhaps Voldemort still hasn't regained his power?

On Saturday morning, Scott sat in the bustling stands, still thinking about these things.

Indeed, Voldemort himself was merely a remnant soul, like a wandering ghost, possessing no real power.

Right now, he's probably too busy avoiding Medea to actively seek her out before regaining his strength.

Mrs. Hooch blew her whistle, and the Quidditch match began.

Scott sat calmly amidst the cheering crowd, watching the players fly around in the air as he continued to ponder.

It seems that the down-on-his-luck Dark Lord needs an ally.

After all, in the "original story," it was only after Pettigrew went to the Albanian forest to find Voldemort's remnant soul and helped him create a baby body that he could temporarily inhabit that the Dark Lord regained some of his power.

But now that Little Pettigrew is dead, Scott thought, what the Dark Lord needs now is his most loyal subordinate—Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty Crouch Jr. is the son of Barty Crouch, the Director of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic.

This son was also the reason why Barty Crouch, who was then the head of the Department of Law Enforcement, failed to win the position of Minister of Magic.

It's a huge scandal that a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic who has tried numerous Death Eaters has a son who is also a Death Eater.

Moreover, Barty Crouch Jr. was an extremely loyal Death Eater.

After Voldemort's defeat, in order to find the whereabouts of the Dark Lord, he and several Death Eaters used the Cruciatus Curse to torture the Longbottoms and his wife to extract information, driving them completely insane.

As is widely known, this mad young man was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban by his ruthless father and eventually died in prison.

But Scott, who knew a lot about the plot of the "original work," knew even more.

Barty Crouch Jr. did not die; his mother saved him.

The mother begged her husband to switch places with her son.

She used Polyjuice Potion to become Bati the Younger, died in Azkaban in his place, while the real Bati the Younger was taken home in his mother's likeness using Polyjuice Potion.

After being released from prison, Barty was disappointed to find that his son was still a fanatical supporter of Voldemort.

In the end, he had to use the Imperius Curse to imprison his son at home, put an invisibility cloak on him, and have him looked after by a house-elf.

Chapter 304 Friendship and the First Teacher

Since Voldemort needs an accomplice, let's give him one.

Scott thought.

After making up his mind, he finally began to watch the game seriously.

It has to be said that everyone can see that Ravenclaw's overall strength is no match for Gryffindor.

Especially the players seeking the ball on both sides.

Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang's flying skills and broomsticks are no match for Gryffindor's Harry.

It's clear that Ravenclaw made some adjustments to their formation and strategy during the match, but perhaps due to a lack of familiarity with the game, the results weren't entirely satisfactory.

"Oh! Damn it, Gryffindor scored again!" Eddie yelled next to Scott. "Oh! Roger! Fly faster, Roger!"

Roger, flying through the air on his broomstick, couldn't hear Eddie's voice. He was struggling to weave through the Gryffindor players' encirclement while holding the Quaffle.

He dodged Angelina's charge, dodged George's lobbed shot, and, with Chambers' cover, charged toward Wood's goal.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

In the stands, Eddie had almost shouted himself hoarse.

"Oh look! Ravenclaw captain Roger Davis is approaching the goal. Will he be able to break through the defense of Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood?"

The commentator, Lee Jordan, speaks at a fast pace and with a rhythmic delivery, much like he's performing a fast-paced rap.

"Davis pitched! He pitched! Wood intercepted! Intercepted! Watch out for the walker! Oh! Goal! It's a shame Wood couldn't stop it; he almost got hit by the walker! The Ravenclaw batter assisted on this shot!"

In an instant, deafening cheers erupted from the Ravenclaw stands.