The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

It began to struggle, seemingly trying to break free of the ropes.

Dumbledore and Fudge deliberately blocked the students' view in that direction.

Apart from Scott, who could sense it, everyone else could only see the axe raised in McNeil's hand.

"Oh……"

"Oh my god."

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell around Scott.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

"Oh! You beast!"

McNeil suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Before he could even get up, Buckbeak had already taken to the air.

It had broken free of its ropes at some point, and even the black cloth that had been obscuring its vision had fallen off.

"Stop it!" McNeil roared.

Dumbledore didn't move, and Fudge quickly drew his wand after realizing what was happening.

However, before the Minister of Magic could even raise his wand, Buckbeak had already soared higher and higher, flying headlong into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Just then, Dumbledore slowly pulled out his wand, his movements almost synchronized with the trembling old wizard.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the old headmaster said regretfully, "I'm too old, and my reactions aren't what they used to be."

"Ran?"

"what happened?"

The students were stunned by the sudden turn of events; they had no idea what had happened.

Scott walked over to Harry and said, "Come on, let's take a closer look."

It's necessary for them to show their faces again at this point.

Harry nodded repeatedly.

Led by him, all the students ran over and gathered around the vegetable patch.

"You damned thing, what have you done?"

McNeil got up from the ground, glaring angrily at Hagrid.

His axe fell to the ground, and one of his arms was covered in blood.

Hagrid glared at him back, "It's because you didn't keep a close eye on him."

"Did you deliberately prepare a flimsy rope?" McNeil tried his best to shift the blame to Hagrid.

"You checked it!" Hagrid retorted defiantly.

The two started arguing, and no one else knew why this was happening.

Scott noticed that Fudge seemed somewhat skeptical.

The minister glanced at Dumbledore several times, but Dumbledore's feigned ignorance was superb, leaving no trace of his deception.

It's likely that only he and Scott knew exactly what happened.

Earlier, Harry and Hermione, who had traveled back in time from the future, climbed onto Buckbeak's back while Hagrid was blocking McNeil's way.

Perhaps because Harry's scent was familiar, Buckbeak did not struggle.

Harry took the opportunity to tear the blindfold covering Buckbeak's eyes, holding it in place to prevent it from falling off, while Hermione took the opportunity to break most of the ropes.

As McNeil approached Buckbeak again, the struggling Buckbeak easily broke the ropes, and Harry released his grip on the black cloth.

The moment Buckbeak regained his sight, he saw someone holding an axe, about to harm him.

In its haste, it injured McNeil's arm, which was holding the axe, and then immediately took off and fled.

Of course, Harry and Hermione stayed on its back the whole time.

McNeil and Hagrid's argument grew louder and louder, and McNeil was clearly furious.

"Minister Fudge!" he shouted angrily, pointing at Hagrid. "It must be him! We should arrest him!"

"Take it easy, McNeil."

Fudge calmed him down and then discussed with Dumbledore how to handle the situation.

Of course, although he didn't think Hagrid had tampered with the matter in front of him, his words implied that someone at Hogwarts was helping Hagrid.

“Oh, none of our teachers and students would do that,” Dumbledore shook his head in denial. “No one else approached here just now, and the number of students watching has not decreased.”

At this point, he turned to Malfoy and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy looked left and right with a gloomy face, but couldn't find anyone missing. In the end, he could only nod to confirm.

Dumbledore then said to the old wizard, "It was just an accident. Perhaps you can catch it. I think it's hidden in the Forbidden Forest."

“Oh, I knew I couldn’t do that,” the old wizard muttered. “I’m too old, too old…”

Chapter 326 Christmas 1993

"Oh, you actually got involved in something like this?"

That evening in the Room of Requirement, after listening to Scott's story, the Ravenclaw in the painting looked at him with amusement.

Save a magical creature?

She seemed surprised that Scott would get involved.

“It’s good to have a little fuss now and then,” Scott said with a smile.

He recounted his conversation with Dumbledore a while ago.

"So you did this on purpose?" Ravenclaw smiled knowingly. "Want the headmaster to know that you're not entirely like him, only making the smartest choices?"

Scott frankly admitted, "That was only part of the reason; another part was satisfying my curiosity about the invisibility cloak and the time-twister, which are known as one of the Deathly Hallows."

Ravenclaw asked, "If that's the case, why didn't you choose all the courses in the first place? That way you could have gotten the Time-Turner."

“There’s no need,” Scott said. “I don’t want to waste time and energy learning things I’m not interested in or that I won’t use.”

Ravenclaw nodded. "So, what have you learned?"

Scott shook his head. "The power of time is too mysterious. Even with two Harrys and two Hermiones present at the same time, I couldn't sense anything. As for the Invisibility Cloak? Although it's much more powerful than a regular Invisibility Cloak, it still can't completely block my magical perception."

“Your sensitivity to magic is unparalleled,” Ravenclaw said. “That’s why you have such powerful perception.”

Scott couldn't help but ask her curiously, "What do you know about the so-called Deathly Hallows, the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand?"

"What do you think? Do you think Death really exists?" Ravenclaw countered.

Scott shook his head. "I don't know. I just feel that even if Death really exists, he wouldn't be a true god. Maybe he's just an exceptionally powerful wizard."

“An interesting point.” Ravenclaw didn’t directly answer Scott’s question. “The so-called Deathly Hallows, you can think of them as powerful alchemical items.”

Scott nodded.

Could it be considered...? He wondered, meaning perhaps they really weren't alchemical items?

Although his question was not fully answered, Scott did not pursue it further.

Because if you can tell him, Ravenclaw won't hide it from you.

Since Ravenclaw was being somewhat vague, it wasn't appropriate for Scott to know about this, at least not now.

"I know you're curious, but please remember, don't touch on the time."

When Scott bid farewell to the Ravenclaw figure in the painting and left, his mentor offered him a word of advice.

Scott seriously agreed.

The next day, Scott and his roommates boarded the Express train leaving Hogwarts.

In the afternoon, Scott flew alone to Madrid, Spain.

His cousin Ramiro picked him up at Barajas Airport as always.

“Oh, my dear little cousin.” Ramiro greeted Scott with another bear hug. “You’ve completed another magical journey!”

Scott could only learn to be thick-skinned and ignore the curious stares of those around him.

Upon returning home, Emilia immediately gave Scott a warm hug.

“It’s been a long time, my dear son. I can’t help but feel a sense of relief every time I see you finish a semester of school,” she said to Scott.

Scott couldn't help but laugh. "Hogwarts isn't as scary a place as you think, Mom."

“Millie is just too worried about you,” Michael said. “And you won’t let us write to you.”

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Scott was somewhat helpless; he couldn't give others the possibility of finding their home through owls.

Of course, Michael and Amelia are not wizards, and their names have no magic. Owls generally cannot find them; only Shay, who is familiar with the area, can fly back.

After reuniting with his parents and family, Scott had a wonderful Christmas.

Because he used magic to conceal his name after leaving England, none of the owls could find him, so he received no Christmas gifts from anyone except his parents and relatives.

As for the gifts he gave to others, he sent the orders and money to the shops before the holidays, and they would send the gifts to his professors and friends according to the orders.

On the first day after Christmas, Scott received a call from Rimbaud using his cell phone.

“Are you alright, Scott? I have to tell you, things are getting weirder and weirder,” Rimbaud said to Scott on the phone.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked curiously.

Rimbaud revealed the latest news: "The Yaxley, Burst, and Foley families have reached a settlement."

Scott felt a huge question mark jumping above his head. "What?"

“Yes, you heard me right, they reconciled,” Rimbaud said. “They inherited the Travers family’s estate in the fastest possible time, before the Ministry of Magic and other families could even react.”

“What happened?” Scott asked.

Rimbaud provided the answer: "The Green Man intervened."