The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The eagle that was previously in charge of reconnaissance only needed to memorize the route and then fly over Little Hangton.

The eagle in charge of this mission not only needed to remember the observation points they had set up, place and hide the panoramic telescope, but also needed to turn on the panoramic telescope when the day arrived.

This kind of "persona" that is only meant to complete tasks seems much simpler than Rimbaud's, but at least it needs to be logically consistent.

In short, this took up a lot of Scott's time.

The other three knew what he was doing, but they didn't bother him. They just stood by and held up their wands to light his way.

Scott confirmed several times that the "character" in his mind was correct before he began to take action.

He waved his wand repeatedly, and the light of the Transfiguration Charm enveloped the wooden blocks, causing them to transform one after another.

Soon, seven almost identical eagles appeared in front of him.

"Go forth, warriors, and complete your mission."

Scott smiled and waved.

Seven eagles cried out a few times, then grabbed a panoramic telescope and took flight.

Soon, they flew out of the forest and disappeared into the night.

Chapter 346 An Unprecedented Conflict

As the weekend approached, Scott could clearly sense that the atmosphere inside Hogwarts Castle was becoming increasingly restless.

Everyone is extremely curious about the facts that Medea publicly declared in an interview a week ago.

If what she said is true, then a sensational event will take place at Gaunt House this Sunday, shaking the British wizarding world.

This is a major event that will affect many people.

Eddie and the Weasley twins, seizing every opportunity, have secretly started an underground gambling operation, attracting many students to place bets.

Early Saturday morning, Scott arrived at the Room of Requirement and entered Helena's study.

Good morning, Helena.

After Scott closed the door, he walked to the landscape painting at the entrance to the inner room and waited for Helena to open the door for him.

"morning."

In another painting, Helena is seen pruning a plant with scissors.

Unfortunately, no matter how many branches and leaves she cut off, the plant in the painting remained the same, and the branches and leaves she cut off disappeared.

But Helena continued cutting tirelessly.

“You’ve arrived.” She didn’t look at Scott. “Hogwarts has been quite lively lately.”

“It’s very lively,” Scott casually agreed.

"I heard Medea is going to duel with her demon king's descendant?" The girl Helena in the painting turned around, her eyes full of curiosity.

“That’s what she announced, in the newspaper,” Scott said. “Maybe she won’t go, maybe Voldemort won’t go, we’ll only know the answer after tomorrow.”

Helena wrinkled her nose. "Unfortunately, I can't leave Hogwarts, but Helena doesn't want to go see it."

She was referring to Helena the Ghost.

Scott just smiled when he heard her say that.

As they spent more and more time together, he became very clear that the young Helena in the painting was no pushover.

Scott knew the somewhat willful girl in the painting must have ulterior motives for saying that, so he chose not to respond.

The young girl, Helena, casually tossed aside the scissors in her hand, lifted her skirt with both hands, stepped out of the painting, walked through the paintings, and headed towards Scott's location.

“Aren’t you curious, Scott?” She stepped into the landscape painting in front of Scott and turned to face him.

Scott smiled. "There's no use in being curious. We just need to wait, and we'll hear the news after tomorrow."

In the painting, Helena looks at Scott with some suspicion.

“I have a feeling you’re lying to me.” She stared into Scott’s eyes. “Didn’t you try anything to get firsthand information? Or keep an eye on things there secretly?”

Scott's face immediately showed a helpless expression.

He said in a helpless tone, "You overestimate me, Helena. I'm just a student; I can't do that much."

"Who knows?" Helena said, still somewhat skeptical.

Scott suddenly chuckled again. "You're worried about your good friend Medea?"

"Who's worried about her!" The girl in the painting raised her voice considerably. "I broke off all contact with her a long time ago!"

"Is that so?" Scott replied noncommittally.

“Of course!” Helena said even louder.

The landscape painting she was in moved, revealing a door to the same inner room.

"Go in quickly, don't keep your mother waiting!" she urged.

"Thanks for reminding me, I'll go in now."

Scott pushed open the door to the inner room and went inside.

Good morning, mentor.

"Good morning."

Scott first bowed slightly to the Ravenclaw figure in the painting, and after receiving a response, he walked to the desk in the room and sat down.

He took out several notebooks from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist, picked up a pen, and began, as usual, to seek answers from Ravenclaw to any questions he had about his studies.

After resolving all the issues that were present in his normal study progress, Scott turned to the last page of his ancient rune notebook and took out a panoramic telescope from his leather bag.

He first explained the functions of the panoramic telescope to Ravenclaw, and then showed her the contents of his notebook.

"This is the rune I managed to decipher, but it's missing some key points and can't form the correct rune circuit yet," he said to the Ravenclaw in the painting.

Ravenclaw smiled slightly. "Do you know that hacking other people's products like this is wrong?"

"I know."

Scott glanced at the tutor in the painting with some surprise, not understanding why Ravenclaw was suddenly emphasizing this.

She should have known long ago that he wasn't a moral exemplar.

Perhaps it was because his mentor, Ravenclaw, was a master alchemist that he particularly disliked this behavior?

Ravenclaw's smile deepened. "It seems you don't understand why I brought this up."

Scott nodded honestly.

“I’m not emphasizing a moral issue,” Ravenclaw said, “but a methodological one.”

"Method?" Scott didn't understand.

"This is a tacit agreement among alchemists."

"That's what Ravenclaw says in the painting."

"Of course you can crack other people's alchemical products and obtain the magic circuits they control, but you'd better crack them using the alchemist's method, which is to find a way to safely dismantle them."

“Secure disassembly?” Scott asked in surprise. “Would they leave such a backdoor? After all, this is a commercial product.”

“If the alchemist who invented this product were a legitimate alchemist, they would definitely have it,” Ravenclaw said. “It’s an unspoken rule among alchemists. Of course, there’s another unspoken rule: even if you successfully crack the rune circuit, you can’t make the same product.”

“But I’m not an alchemist,” Scott said.

Ravenclaw in the painting smiled again, "You are an apprentice alchemist."

Scott also laughed and said, "I will abide by the second unspoken rule: don't make the same product twice."

“It seems these rules can’t bind you.” Ravenclaw wasn’t angry.

“I also find it hard to imagine that such rules could bind you, my mentor,” Scott said. “This is not like Ravenclaw’s attitude toward knowledge.”

Ravenclaw in the painting chuckled softly, "That's because I don't have your convenient abilities; I can only use alchemy to crack other people's products."

I knew it.

Scott thought to himself silently.

Ravenclaw, unusually, joked with Scott, and then began helping him refine the rune circuits he had deciphered.

Products like panoramic binoculars do not contain a single magic rune circuit, but rather several magic rune circuits that are nested and combined together.

This makes it many times more complex than any rune circuit Scott had previously studied.

The magic rune circuit must not have any errors; any tiny mistake will cause the entire system to collapse.

So Scott had no other option but to ask his advisor for help.

Because this set of rune circuits was too complex, Scott spent an entire day trying to figure it out, even with Ravenclaw's help, but still couldn't.

Of course, this is also related to Ravenclaw's failure to fully support him.

This is Ravenclaw's teaching style; she never directly tells Scott the correct answer, but rather guides him to think and teaches him problem-solving methods.

Scott never objected to this.

He understood that simply reciting the textbook after receiving the correct answer was not advisable; what his Ravenclaw tutor taught him was more important.

When Scott returned to the Ravenclaw Tower that evening, he found the common room seemed a little too lively.

In the past, the Ravenclaw common room was quiet, and even when people spoke, they wouldn't be too loud, but today seemed different.

“Scott!” Eddie, who was sitting by the window, waved to him.

Scott walked over.

His roommates were all there.

"What happened?" he asked his roommates. "I heard them saying that Gryffindor and Slytherin were fighting?"

Eddie nodded repeatedly. "Yes, that was fantastic! You'll definitely regret missing out today!"

“Why do you say that?” Scott glanced at him. “Do you think I haven’t seen them fight?”

Roger chuckled and patted Scott on the shoulder: "You absolutely haven't seen such a massive brawl. Most of the Slytherin and Gryffindor students are involved."

Milton shook his head. "They got too excited; even the professors couldn't stop them in time."