The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"When did this happen?" Scott asked.

“In the afternoon,” Eddie said. “They had their Quidditch match against each other in the morning, and that’s when they started to build up some tension.”

Roger said, "From morning to afternoon, there were constant frictions between the students of the two colleges, and as the accumulated anger grew, it finally exploded completely."

The two of them took turns telling Scott what had happened that day.

"It all started with friction on the pitch. Slytherin kept committing malicious fouls, which led Gryffindor to retaliate."

"There was a lot of arguing offstage too."

"Gryffindor won the match, and after the match, the unconvinced Slytherin started provoking them again."

"It was mainly Malfoy Jr. who provoked Potter."

"The two of them started fighting."

"And then there's the matter of witches and demon kings. Gryffindor has used that newspaper interview to provoke those pure-blood Slytherins quite a bit."

"More and more people are fighting, and the scale of the fights is gradually expanding."

"The professors prevented several conflicts, and those guys, even after entering the professors' offices, still showed no remorse afterward."

"In short, they started attacking each other non-stop, and many students suffered as a result."

"While the Slytherin troll captain was using the toilet, Fred and George threw several large dung balls with fireworks attached into the cubicle."

"Later, the twins ran away, and the troll Flint had no choice but to give Ron a good beating. Oh, poor boy."

"Percy got his revenge. Who would have thought our serious student council president would get into a fight? His spell shrunk Flint's ears and now he reeks of a troll all day long."

"In the afternoon, the two academies began their decisive battle."

"The school hospital is now full of people."

"..."

Scott hadn't expected that he would miss so much in just one day at the Room of Requirement.

"It seems Gryffindor and Slytherin have already lost all their house points," he said with a smile.

Eddie laughed and said, "Oh, that was my first thought when I saw them start fighting."

“Me too,” Roger said.

“Me too,” Milton said.

The four of them burst into laughter.

"We're all waiting for tomorrow!" Eddie said excitedly after laughing. "Tomorrow is the appointment between the witch and the demon king!"

"I wonder if tomorrow's evening paper and the day after tomorrow's daily paper will report on this." Roger was also very curious about this matter.

[Didn't you tell them about the preparations we made?]

Scott looked at Eddie and asked.

I wanted to surprise them.

Eddie answered with his eyes.

“I would rather there be no fighting,” Milton said. “Their fighting might escalate into a war.”

Eddie and Roger both fell silent.

As a new generation born during the last Wizarding War, although they did not experience the war firsthand, they had all heard about its horrors.

Children like Roger and Eddie, who were born into wizarding families, might feel this even more deeply.

Because some of their relatives and friends had died in the war.

“Dumbledore will definitely go, won’t he?” Eddie tried to look on the bright side. “Maybe this is a good opportunity for Dumbledore to wipe out the witch’s green robes and the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters in one fell swoop!”

Milton shook his head. "Impossible. You wouldn't even believe that yourself. We all know how clever the witch is; how could she not have thought of this?"

Roger seemed to recall his meeting with Medea, then nodded affirmatively, "Yes, since the cunning witch made that news public, it means she had already made all the preparations."

“We just need to wait for news,” Scott said, less anxious than the others.

"Don't worry, the magical world won't descend into chaos," he said confidently. "At least not now."

His three roommates looked at him questioningly, wondering why he was so sure.

“Because a chaotic wizarding world is not in the interest of witches, not in the interest of Dumbledore, not in the interest of the Ministry of Magic, and not in the interest of most people,” Scott said.

Milton frowned. "But the Demon King and his Death Eaters are enough to cause chaos."

Scott laughed and said, "The Demon King's Horcruxes have all been destroyed. He can no longer act as recklessly as before. He's too afraid of dying."

“That makes sense.” Roger nodded in agreement. “Since the Horcrux is in the witch’s hands, I think the Demon King has no way to stop her from purifying the Horcrux, nor can he take it back.”

Eddie also said, "The witch is powerful and cunning. She has already gained the upper hand, and I don't think she will lose to the Demon King this time."

Scott believed that Voldemort wouldn't show up and cause trouble until he was successfully resurrected.

It's hard to say whether Voldemort would dare to go to Gaunt's old house to stop Medea himself; most likely, he would send Death Eaters to retrieve his Horcruxes.

Of course, all of this is just speculation.

Scott couldn't be sure whether Voldemort had actually been resurrected.

He could only make his judgment based on the magical fluctuations of the Dark Mark on Snape's arm and whether Harry was dreaming.

However, he couldn't be 100% sure whether his judgment was accurate.

On Sunday morning, Scott and Eddie went to the school hospital.

Eddie peeked inside from the doorway. "All the beds are taken."

“You already knew that.” Scott shoved him and went straight inside.

All the beds in the school hospital were indeed occupied by Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

Even while lying down, these people didn't stop. Students from the two colleges lay on two rows of hospital beds, clearly separated, glaring at each other with hostility.

Chapter 347 The Tree Man and the Blue-Skinned Man

When Scott and Eddie reached the door of the ward, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Because these Gryffindors and Slytherins had previously been hostile to each other, their eyes still held a fierce look.

Under those fierce gazes, Eddie, who was walking ahead, stopped in his tracks.

Scott didn't seem to care and walked straight past Eddie into the ward.

He glanced around casually, and the Slytherins who were looking at him all looked away.

"Hey! Scott, Eddie, are you here to see me?"

Fred, lying on the bed at the very back of the ward, raised a hand wrapped in bandages.

"Why didn't you bring a gift?" George, lying on the hospital bed next to him, looked up. "That's really disappointing."

Scott smiled and continued walking inside.

He greeted Harry, who was lying on the hospital bed by the door, and then glanced at the student council president with surprise as he passed Percy's bed.

Percy's face turned bright red, and he immediately covered his head with the blanket.

“Oh, stop looking, Percy is heartbroken,” Ron, whose face was covered in sores, said from the hospital bed next to him. “He’s afraid that Professor McGonagall will remove him from his position as president of the student council because of his involvement in the fight.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but grin, which accidentally aggravated the sores on his face, causing him to gasp for breath in pain.

Percy poked his head out from under the covers, glaring angrily at Ron, and yelled, "Who do you think I got involved in this fight for? If I hadn't saved you, you would have been hit by a Knee-Tilting Curse, you idiot!"

Ron muttered defiantly, "Who told you to save me?"

"What did you say?" Percy was furious.

"I..." Ron was about to say something when he was hit on the head by a flying pillow.

“Shut up, Ron!” Ginny’s voice rang out.

Scott's gaze shifted to the five Weasley siblings lying in a row, and he couldn't help but marvel.

“You Weasleys are all exceptional individuals,” he said with a smile as he walked between George and Fred’s beds.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment!" Fred and George both showed proud expressions.

"That's so stupid!" Ginny exclaimed, covering her face with her hands.

"Haha... hiss..." Ron couldn't help but force a couple more laughs. "What are you talking about? Who rushed over as soon as they saw Harry get hit by the spell?"

Upon hearing this, Ginny immediately got up from the hospital bed and snatched her pillow from Ron's hand.

"I told you to shut up! Shut up!"

With her messy red hair, she rhythmically smacked Ron's equally red-haired head with a pillow.

"Oh, well done, Ginny!"

"Strike harder! Hit him harder!"

Fred and George started jeering, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Look at this, this is the Weasley family's upbringing," came Malfoy's mocking voice from across the room. "Like a madwoman."

Ginny stopped hitting Ron.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry's voice came from the doorway. "Mind your own business!"

Ginny quickly turned around and lay back down on her hospital bed.

Malfoy didn't shut up. "Are you speaking up for your girlfriend, Potter? Maybe you could marry that crazy Weasley woman with the little bit of money the Potter family left you, and their lives would be a little easier."

His words caused the Slytherins to burst into laughter.

Harry, who had already sat up, glared angrily at the smug Malfoy, too angry to speak.

Ginny was so angry she cried.

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet, you Malfoy brat!" Fred yelled.

George also threatened fiercely, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll rip your tongue out and cut it off!"

Then, the other Gryffindors joined in.