The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Fred looked up as well. "But that box was found at Hogwarts; it originally belonged to Hogwarts."

“Okay, okay,” Eddie shrugged. “I’m just a little disappointed.”

“There’s nothing to regret,” Scott said.

He bent down and picked up an old flying broom from beside the slide, then sat on it.

He took off for a distance, then turned back to the other three and said, "Don't even think about it. Who knows if that thing will be a big problem?"

At that moment, he noticed that the other three were all looking up at him without making a move.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

“Scott,” Fred said, “I remember you always carried a flying broom.”

“It’s still a Nimbus 2000,” George emphasized.

Scott chuckled. "I'm used to riding my old broomstick here. Let's go."

He shrugged, turned around, and flew straight upwards.

The four returned to the castle, and Scott, relying on his magical senses, led Eddie back calmly to the Ravenclaw common room.

By this time, everyone had already returned to their dormitories to sleep, and the common room was dark and empty.

Eddie cried out that he was hungry, so he lit the fireplace again and took a tin kettle from the table next to him to boil some milk.

He squatted by the fireplace, warming himself, and turned to Scott, asking, "Do you ever feel like there's been too much going on lately?"

Scott, sitting on the sofa, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

“All of them,” Eddie said softly. “Although we often talk about what we’re going to do in the future, we all know that the wizarding world is about to be in complete turmoil, isn’t it?”

Scott nodded.

They had all seen the footage secretly recorded in the small village of Hangerton and understood the seriousness of the matter.

Although the magical world maintained a facade of calm after that day, they all knew that it was only a facade.

Behind the scenes, in places they can neither see nor hear, countless undercurrents are brewing.

Given Eddie's sensitivity to gossip, it's perfectly normal for him to sense the impending storm.

"Don't worry, no matter what happens outside, at least Hogwarts is safe," Scott could only say to Eddie.

Eddie pursed his lips. "But if this continues, we might have to hide in the Muggle world after we graduate."

Scott lowered his eyelids, his voice flat, "There's no point in thinking about these things now."

“Okay, you’re right.” Eddie looked at the flames in the fireplace. “We’re all students, minors, there’s nothing we can do, so it’s better not to know so much.”

Scott found it somewhat amusing. "Is this what you use to comfort yourself?"

"What can I do?" Eddie asked with a pained expression.

Just then, a gurgling sound came from inside the tin kettle; the milk had been overheated.

Eddie quickly grabbed two cups, cleaned them with a spell, and poured two cups of hot milk into the tin kettle.

He picked up his glass, took a sip of milk, and continued, "While I'd love to know exactly what happened, or how the Ministry of Magic dealt with those people who were arrested last time, we obviously can't install the panoramic telescope inside the Ministry of Magic."

Scott also took a sip of hot milk, and when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but smile, but didn't reply.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Eddie added. “What we sent to Professor Flitwick’s office might really be a big problem.”

“No rush,” Scott said. “Headmaster Dumbledore said he would tell us the results, and I don’t think he will go back on his word.”

Eddie sighed. "I just hope nothing more happens that could affect the entire British wizarding world, and that things in the wizarding world will also affect the Muggle world. Maybe then we'll have to emigrate to ensure our safety..."

At this point, he looked up at Scott, "Oh, sorry, you sent your parents abroad because you were afraid that trouble from the wizarding world would affect your family."

“There’s nothing I can do.” Scott put down his cup and stood up. “There are quite a few people who hate me, despise me, and might seek revenge against me.”

the next day.

Because he went to bed late, Scott was listless all morning.

Of course, Professor Flitwick also seemed a bit tired during the morning Charms class.

Although he still tries his best to cheer up and teach, his performance is still different from what he usually does in class.

Scott was on tenterhooks during the class, fearing that Professor Flitwick would suddenly fall asleep and roll off the pile of books.

After class, Professor Flitwick turned and left in a hurry, and Scott didn't get a chance to ask him about the results of his, Dumbledore's and Professor Binns' research that had lasted all night.

Eddie, unlike Scott, had been busy since morning distributing finished [Magic Crystal Players] according to orders and collecting money, keeping himself very busy.

Unsurprisingly, the Magic Crystal Player and the Ravenclaw school promotional video "Superhuman Wisdom" became a huge hit at Hogwarts.

Especially the college's promotional video.

Because the player Scott and his team sold only had this one video that could be played, and because the promotional video was played on a loop in the Great Hall all day Sunday, the Ravenclaw students were the center of attention, walking around with a swagger.

Scott, a Ravenclaw student who was already quite famous, attracted even more attention once again by producing promotional videos and a media player.

At lunch, Milton told Scott, "Even Professor Trelawney mentioned you in her divination class this morning."

"Oh?" Scott suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. "What did she say?"

“She said…” Milton laughed, “She said that although you are quite good, without choosing to take her class, you will not be able to become even better.”

“She’s right.” Scott nodded, a sigh of relief in his voice.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid of Professor Trelawney?" Roger, standing to the side, looked at Scott with surprise, as if he had discovered a new continent.

“I just didn’t want to hear her say things like how I was going to die a horrible death,” Scott said.

Roger laughed. "Everyone knows that most of the time you can't take what she says seriously."

Scott nodded, while inwardly grumbling.

Most people are unaware of Trelawney's horrors.

Scott wouldn't have known these things if he hadn't read the original book.

His memories from his past life told him that Trelawney was a terrifying person, and that the things she said offhand often came true.

From another perspective, perhaps what Professor Trelawney uttered wasn't a prophecy, but a curse.

By some strange twist of fate, Scott, who had just experienced a minor scare at noon, unexpectedly ran into Professor Trelawney, whom he did not want to see, that afternoon.

It happened after his afternoon classes, on his way to the Forbidden Forest, when Scott encountered Professor Trelawney in the castle's back garden.

The divination professor had messy long hair, wore thick glasses, smelled of alcohol, and looked somewhat eccentric.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney."

Although he didn't want to run into him, since he did, Scott still politely greeted the professor who never left the divination classroom.

"Good afternoon, Scott Trollope, poor boy."

Trelawney stared wide-eyed at Scott with a look of terror on her face behind her glasses.

“Tianmu told me I had to leave my classroom in the North Tower today,” she said in a affected tone, “but I never expected to meet you here, oh, my poor child!”

She looked at Scott with pity, extending a withered hand as if to pat his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Oh!"

The instant her hand approached Scott's shoulder, she recoiled as if startled, cried out in surprise, and took a quick step back.

"I'm sorry...child...I'm so sorry..." She looked extremely sad, "I just realized..."

Scott looked at her expressionlessly and asked calmly, "May I ask what you need, Professor Trelawney?"

Oh no!

Trelawney was about to say something when she suddenly hiccuped, and then her expression changed abruptly.

At that moment, Scott also realized something, and his expression changed drastically.

Chapter 359 Terrifying Prophecy, Chaotic Situation

"Ho, ho ho..."

Trelawney made a series of strange noises in her throat, and her body began to convulse violently.

Her eyes, behind her glasses, were wide open, looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Her hands, with their withered, twig-like fingers, frantically scratched at her head, turning her tangled hair into a bird's nest.

The dozen or so oddly shaped necklaces hanging around her slender neck clattered and rattled against each other.

Holy crap!

Scott blurted it out.

This seems to be an instinct.

At times like these, only those two words, ingrained in his very bones from a past life, can fully and profoundly express his feelings.

At this moment when his mind was filled with "Holy crap," for reasons unknown, he quickly took out a panoramic telescope from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist and activated the eagle-shaped brooch on his chest.

At that moment, it seemed as if something in the dark was influencing Scott and Trelawney.

Once Scott had prepared the "recording equipment," Trelawney shuddered and stopped convulsing.

Her wide-open eyes rolled upwards, almost entirely white, her expression blank, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she huddled at her chest.

"The scroll of history has been opened, and the resurrected witch has stirred up a storm, distorting the vision of the Thousand-Mile Eye!"

She began to speak, and her voice was extremely unpleasant, a mix of roaring and wailing, sounding as if a hundred female ghosts were shouting in my ear at the same time.

"The great one who has been sleeping will awaken and seize the legacy of the Eternal King!"

The sound grew increasingly shrill, like countless fingernails scraping across a blackboard at once, causing Scott to grit his teeth and furrow his brow.

"He desires to devour the non-existent in order to escape the shackles of fate!"

Scott felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

"He will ultimately fail, defeated by those who no longer exist!"

Just when Scott felt his hair was about to stand on end, Trelawney finally shut her mouth.

Next, a series of strange noises came from her throat again, and her body convulsed violently several more times.