The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Go down first."

Scott said something and then ordered the four giant eagles to slowly descend to the edge of the room.

"Fred!"

George swiftly jumped off the eagle's back, waded through the debris, and pulled Fred off the eagle's back.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm fine."

Fred had a grin on his face, but his body leaned weakly against George, almost pressing him down.

"Nothing wrong?" George chuckled. "Then how did you turn into a soft, slug-like creature?"

Fred said with a bitter face, "That damn wand drained me of my strength."

George scoffed, "Otherwise, how could you possibly keep using such massive hurricane spells without stopping, given your magical abilities?"

Scott and Eddie also dismounted from the eagle's back and walked to the two men's side.

Two crows, clutching magic wands, flew behind Scott.

“Thank you, Scott.” George turned to Scott. “You saved us again, especially poor Fred.”

“You’re welcome. I brought you in,” Scott said.

He looked at Fred with amusement. "But that's the consequence of taking things without permission, Fred."

“Who would have thought?” Fred blinked. “I guess I was just too lucky.”

Eddie stared at him curiously and asked, "Speaking of which, what did you feel just now?"

“I can’t quite explain it,” Fred said with a laugh. “Maybe that’s what the Imperius Curse feels like?”

Scott turned around and took Fred's own wand from a raven's claw.

He turned and handed the wand to Fred, mimicking Mr. Ollivander's tone as he said, "Remember, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, Mr. Weasley."

"Thank you." Fred weakly raised his hand and took his wand.

He glanced up at the other old wand behind Scott, which was being held by a raven. "Oh, why isn't that guy controlling the raven?"

Scott laughed and said, "Of course, crows don't have the ability to cast spells; they don't even have magic."

"What's wrong with this wand?" Eddie leaned closer to examine it closely. "Could it be cursed?"

Fred, however, optimistically remarked, "Perhaps this is a high-class prank wand."

Eddie glanced at him speechlessly upon hearing this.

Even George disagreed with Fred's opinion, saying sarcastically, "If it's true, then this prank was far too dangerous; it almost cost us our lives."

“Alright,” Fred said, giving in. “It’s an evil, cursed wand.”

Scott waved his wand and turned the giant eagle back into a desk, then said to the three of them, "Let's go out first, I'll take this wand to the professor to take a look."

The other three agreed.

So they began to laboriously step over the debris scattered on the ground and walk towards the door.

Just then, Scott looked back and immediately stopped in his tracks.

“That giant specimen,” he said in a low voice, “has its head off.”

Hearing his words, the three people walking in front of him also turned around.

"Does my Hurricane Charm have that kind of power?" Fred murmured. "To actually blow off a troll's head? Even though it was just a specimen."

"I gonna go see."

To the astonishment of the three men, Scott pulled a flying broom from the shapeshifting lizard skin pouch at his waist.

"A Nimbus 2000?" Eddie exclaimed. "You actually have a broom?"

Scott smiled but didn't answer. He straddled the broom and flew directly to the troll specimen.

At this point, the head of the troll specimen was nowhere to be found, and the cut at its neck was very smooth and old, indicating that it was not recently broken.

Clearly, the troll's head was severed before the specimen was made and then pieced back on during the specimen-making process.

Scott took a closer look and noticed something was wrong.

The cross-section of the troll's neck was all shrunken flesh; there were no bones or throat-like structures visible.

Scott looked to his left and right, lowered his altitude, and picked up a rusty short sword from the side.

He then flew up again on his broomstick, stopping at the giant's shoulder height, and poked the severed section of its neck with his short sword.

puff.

Like piercing a thin sheet of paper, the disguised membrane on the cross-section was torn open, revealing a huge black hole.

Just as Scott was about to take a closer look, a nauseating stench, characteristic of giants, suddenly assaulted his senses.

He immediately and reflexively cast a "bubble head spell" on himself.

"Fluorescent flash!"

The tip of the wand lit up, and Scott leaned closer again, inserting the wand into the hole in the troll's neck.

It was then that he realized the entire troll specimen seemed to consist of only a skin, or rather, an outer shell, and that the inside was actually empty.

Scott's wand trembled, and the ball of light formed by the Illumination Charm detached from the wand and slowly drifted downwards.

This time, Scott saw a box, a brass box hidden in the troll's chest cavity.

At this moment, the other three, who had been waiting for him for quite some time, arrived at the location of the giant monster specimen after a difficult trek.

Eddie tilted his head back, looking very curious, and asked, "Scott, what did you find?"

Scott didn't answer; he was thinking about how to get the box out.

Since the box was larger than the troll's neck diameter, it couldn't be taken out from above, but looking down at the huge sternum supporting the troll's chest cavity, it was clear that it wouldn't be easy to break open.

Eddie took a few steps closer before Scott could answer, then jumped back.

"It stinks!" he exclaimed, pinching his nose. "Ten times stinkier than before!"

Upon hearing this, George and Fred immediately stopped in their tracks.

Scott rode his broomstick around the troll specimen's body, but found no trace of it being broken open and repaired.

Scott turned his head, pointed at the troll again, and said to the other three, "There's a brass box hidden in here."

"box?"

Eddie and the Weasley twins immediately perked up when they heard that.

"Quickly, take it out!"

"Let's see what's inside!"

Scott shook his head. "It's not easy to get it."

"Torn apart!"

He swung his wand and struck the giant in the chest with a cutting spell.

Boom!

With a muffled thud like a drumbeat, the giant specimen was completely unharmed, without even a trace on its seemingly dry, shrunken, and fragile skin.

“Oh…” Eddie exclaimed, “With a more powerful spell?”

Scott gestured for the three to step back and waved his wand again.

"Torn apart!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The sound of the spell striking the troll specimen was still like the beating of a drum, and the troll's skin remained undamaged.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

This time, Scott not only hit its chest, back, and neck, but also tried its soft belly, all to no avail.

Then he tried to make the brass box smaller.

Finally, he used his most proficient Transfiguration Charm.

But neither the troll specimen itself nor the brass box hidden inside it changed.

“Oh, Scott!” Fred said with a chuckle, “You’re stumped by a specimen!”

Scott had stopped what he was doing.

He wasn't angry, because the more helpless he was, the more it proved that the specimen's origin was extraordinary.

He remembered the gift Luna had given him last Christmas—a horn from a venomous beast.

But he quickly abandoned the idea.

Although the horns of the Venomous Horned Beast can create explosions, he has never tested it.

If the explosion isn't powerful enough, it won't be enough to break the giant specimen; if it is powerful enough, it might destroy the box.

Next, Eddie and the twins tried it too, but they couldn't get it to work.

“Now there are only two potentially useful options,” Scott said, turning back to the other three.

“What choice?” George asked.

“Go to the headmaster’s office and borrow Gryffindor’s sword from Dumbledore,” Scott said with a smile. “Or, learn Snape’s signature spell, the Sleight of Hand.”

George sighed. "None of these are good options. Of course, instead of asking the old bat, I would recommend that you go to Dumbledore to borrow Gryffindor's sword."

“No,” Fred said, “there is another way.”

Upon hearing him say this, Scott and the other two turned to look at him.

Fred, however, turned to look at the crow that had followed him.

"You still want to use this wand?" Eddie shook his head frantically. "No, this evil wand will make whoever wields it attack indiscriminately, and we might be the ones who get hurt!"