The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The green-robed figures around her instinctively knelt down and plunged their wands into the ground.

A stream of blue light spread from the ground beneath their feet, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

As all this happened, Dumbledore and Medea extended their wands forward, and two red lightning bolts of magic shot out almost simultaneously in front of the black figure.

The green-robed man cast an anti-Apparition spell, and Medea attacked at the same time. This was clearly a trap set by Medea and the green-robed man specifically for the black figure. Surprisingly, Dumbledore also joined in.

If Scott hadn't known Dumbledore quite well, he would have thought that Dumbledore and Medea had some kind of understanding on this matter.

Faced with the simultaneous attacks of Medea and Dumbledore, the black figure fell instantly without a doubt.

He didn't even resist; before falling, he simply waved his wand, sending a golden cup flying at incredible speed outside the courtyard, beyond the range of the Anti-Apparition Charm.

Another black figure suddenly appeared; it was a Death Eater wearing a black robe and a mask. He reached out and took the golden cup.

The Aurors outside the courtyard reacted quickly, and several beams of magical light flew towards him from different directions.

At this point, the Death Eater holding the golden cup clearly didn't have time to cast the Apparition Charm.

He chose the same tactic as his teammate, moving the gold cup as quickly as possible before being knocked down.

Scott could only see the golden cup fly out of the frame, and the Aurors turned to cast spells on the other side, but judging from their expressions, they had failed. It seemed that the Death Eaters had taken the golden cup in this way.

Medea, inside the courtyard, merely watched this scene unfold; she and her green-robed companion did not take any action.

Given the importance of Horcruxes to her, her indifferent reaction was enough for Scott to conclude that the golden cup taken by the Death Eaters was probably fake.

Dumbledore ignored the stolen golden cup and instead turned his attention to Medea and the Green Man, seemingly trying to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Just then, the Thestrals that had been standing quietly amidst the chaos suddenly moved.

All the Thestrals, including the four pulling the carriage, simultaneously took flight and flew out of the frame.

At the same time, Medea's white bone staff suddenly emitted a faint white light, and the power of the spell she cast visibly increased, barely managing to withstand Dumbledore's attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, her green-robed subordinates canceled the Anti-Apparition Spell and then cast Apparition Spells to leave.

Although the Aurors behind Dumbledore intervened in time to save a few, most of the green-robed men managed to escape.

Soon after, Medea also suddenly disappeared during her battle with Dumbledore.

Scott could tell that she had left using a special door key.

Seeing this, Scott paused the video, put down his panoramic binoculars, and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

"Eddie," he called out to Eddie, who was staring wide-eyed at the panoramic binoculars, "it's almost time for afternoon classes."

Eddie quickly said, "Oh... let me see this. Did the Death Eaters steal Horcruxes? The Dark Lord didn't even show up..."

Scott smiled. "The golden cup is probably fake. The whole incident was a trap set by Medea against the Dark Lord, but obviously, the cowardly Dark Lord didn't keep his promise."

“Okay, maybe that’s true.” Eddie put down the panoramic binoculars.

Scott stood up. "Of course, this is just my guess. We've only seen a fixed perspective."

He waved his wand to extinguish the candle, then lit it again with an illumination charm. "Come back and take a closer look after dinner. Examine it carefully from all angles, and you should be able to make the right judgment then."

“Of course, I’d love to uncover the truth,” Eddie said, still eager to continue.

The two left the studio, closed the door, and rode their old flying broomstick back to the secluded corridor on the third floor.

Scott and Eddie parted ways, and Scott went alone to the greenhouse outside the castle for a herbalism lesson.

When he entered the greenhouse, Professor Sprout was already there.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Professor Sprout, short and stout, still wore his tattered hat covered in patches, and wore a kind smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Professor Sprout."

The students responded in unison.

“Starting from this class, we will not be taking any new courses this semester,” Professor Sprout said. “In order to prepare for the upcoming OWLs at the end of the semester, we need some time to review and organize the knowledge we have learned in previous years…”

Reviewing knowledge learned in previous years is also an adjustment made by most professors for fifth-grade OWLs.

"Can anyone tell me how herbs are classified according to their growing environment?" Professor Sprout began by asking.

Faced with a multitude of raised hands, she called on Hufflepuff's Caccini to answer.

Kachini, whose appearance had been transformed into that of a female thug, fiddled with her brightly dyed short hair, and her voice when answering questions had become much colder.

"Aquatic creatures, which grow in water, are further divided into freshwater aquatic creatures and seawater aquatic creatures."

“The soil-grown crops are further divided into those grown in fertile soil, those grown in alkaline soil, and those grown in saline soil.”

"Hybrid herb can grow in both water and soil, and it often takes on different forms depending on the environment."

"Medicinal plants must grow in a prepared medicinal solution..."

But as a Hufflepuff, she didn't cause any surprises when answering questions.

Professor Sprout looked at her with encouraging eyes the whole time, and happily added points to Hufflepuff after she finished answering, without changing his attitude because of her change.

Professor Sprout then asked a few more questions.

After all the students had answered the questions, she waved her hand.

"Everyone, spread out and find the plants you're not good at in the greenhouse. Try to operate them again according to the previous lessons. If you need help, please call me."

Scott, Roger, and Milton walked around the greenhouse together.

“What are you not good at?” Milton looked around. “I don’t really like fang geraniums.”

Roger said, "Is there anything more disgusting than collecting the pus from barbo tubers?"

He kept turning around and looking in Kacini's direction as he spoke.

Scott raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you doing...?"

“No, I didn’t,” Roger immediately denied. “I was just curious.”

He turned his head away and refused to look any longer.

Scott chuckled and joked, "It seems you prefer Kacchini's current cool and hot style to her previous well-behaved image."

“What a pity.” Milton laughed as well. “The cool girl Cachini probably wouldn’t want to get back together with you now.”

"complex?"

Roger's expression was exaggerated, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

“No, I never thought about getting back together,” he said. “It’s just that the contrast in her personality is too great, and I’m a little worried that something might have happened.”

Although Scott felt that Roger's words were somewhat of a cover-up, he still nodded.

To be honest, he was also very curious about what Kacini had gone through to change so drastically.

"Does Milton know?" he asked Milton.

After all, Milton and Caccini both belonged to the same classical music club, and the two were quite familiar with each other.

While boys like Milton may not be very popular with girls in terms of romance, girls certainly won't dislike them either.

“I don’t know either.” Milton thought for a moment. “The music she’s been listening to has changed a lot. She used to only like classical music, but now she’s obsessed with rock.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "Maybe that's the reason—the change brought about by being addicted to rock music?"

“Impossible.” Roger shook his head, clearly disagreeing with the answer.

Milton shrugged and didn't argue.

At that moment, Professor Sprout walked towards them.

Scott quickly squatted down and began loosening the soil around a pot of bouncy bulbs at his feet, while Roger and Milton also pretended to be busy.

After the Herbalism class, Scott and Roger had a Magical Creatures Conservation class, while Milton went to the Divination class alone.

Scott and Roger arrived together at the site on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid was already waiting.

The class hadn't started yet, and Scott and his friends stood aside waiting.

"Where is Miss Glapland?" Roger said, stroking the spine of the huge, furry book with his fingers.

"Who knows?"

Since class hadn't started yet, Scott didn't pay attention to the problem.

But Grapple still didn't show up after class started.

Soon, students asked Hagrid why Grappleland hadn't come to class.

Clearly, Grapland, as a teaching assistant, was far more popular than Hagrid, as a professor.

“Miss Grapland is on leave!” Hagrid said in a muffled voice. “She will be back in class next week!”

Upon hearing this, the students, especially the male students, all sighed with regret.

It turns out that Hagrid is indeed prone to letting himself go without his assistant coach, Grapland.

"Today's lesson was very interesting," he said excitedly to the students. "I'd like to introduce you to one of my little darlings."

He rubbed his hands together as he spoke, “Of course, it’s a cute little thing, you’ll love it. Now, you just need to wait.”

After saying that, he turned and walked into the forbidden forest.

"Roar! Roar..."

With a few deep roars, Hagrid led a massive creature out of the Forbidden Forest.

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

Three roars rang out simultaneously.

The three grotesque heads, with their drooling mouths and sharp teeth, created a tremendous visual impact on everyone.

A huge three-headed dog.

Its body was enormous; when it walked on all fours, it was even taller than Hagrid. Its three heads bared their teeth in different directions and roared from time to time.

Seeing this, the girls present turned pale with fright.

"Is this a little cutie?" Roger swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound. "Do Hagrid and I speak the same language?"

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

The three heads of the three-headed dog barked in unison, and the girls began to scream.