The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Finally, Scott left Professor Frivy's office, exhausted.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was using basic spells, and aside from some minor bumps and bruises, Scott was not actually injured.

However, Scott knew very well that this result showed that Professor Flitwick had been in complete control during the battle, and also that he was still far from being good enough.

Scott was not discouraged by this.

Prior to this, he had never won a duel against Black and Lupin, and Professor Flitwick was clearly a wizard of a higher caliber than Black and Lupin.

Of course, in terms of magical skill, Scott and Black are not much worse than Lupin now, and even have some advantages that Lupin doesn't have.

Compared to those two adult male wizards, his biggest difference lies in the accumulation of magical power and combat experience.

After a somewhat difficult journey back to the Ravenclaw Tower, Scott couldn't wait to collapse onto the sofa by the fireplace as soon as he entered the common room.

As curfew approached, very few people remained in the common room.

Luna was still curled up on the sofa by the fireplace, clutching a thick book. When she saw Scott, she got up and walked over to him.

“Good evening, Scott.” She sat down on the sofa opposite Scott. “Sawana has replied.”

As she spoke, she handed Scott a letter tucked inside the book.

Scott said with some surprise, "So fast? I remember asking you for help just last night."

Luna nodded. "I mailed the letter this morning and received a reply this evening."

After Scott took the letter, she kicked off her slippers and curled up on the sofa to read again.

Scott looked down at the letter and found that it had not been opened and that his name was written on the envelope.

“This letter is for you.” Luna seemed to know what he was thinking. “This letter is inside the one for me.”

"Thank you."

Scott opened the envelope, took out the parchment, and unfolded it to read.

Scott, are you okay?

I was very happy when I received Luna's letter.

But when I learned about what happened to you from her letter, I felt very uneasy about it.

Luna told me the contents of the prophecy.

This time, the handwriting in the letter was neat and beautiful, no longer as hasty and sloppy as in the previous two letters.

From this perspective, Savannah's situation within the family seems to have improved somewhat.

[You want to ask me if Avalon really exists?]

Avalon is the central belief of the Druids, a legendary utopia, a paradise in legend, an island blessed by the gods, and I believe it is a real place.

The existence of Avalon may even have a profound connection to my family.

According to the family's oral tradition, in the distant past, the ancestors of the Doherty family were servants who served fairies.

She was Morgan le Fay, the legendary leader of the nine fairies who ruled Avalon, and King Arthur's half-sister.

Upon seeing this, Scott's eyes widened.

Absurd—that was his first reaction upon seeing this content.

But after realizing what he had said, he was momentarily at a loss for words to refute Savannah's statement in the letter.

His current predicament is absurd enough; it seems that encountering something even more absurd wouldn't be a problem.

He continued reading.

When I was very young, my grandfather told me the story of Avalon.

Do you remember the Sea of ​​Oaks you visited?

According to my grandfather, this was once the swamp that led into Avalon.

My grandfather told me that after the passage to Avalon was completely closed, the druids left behind on this land transformed the entire swamp into a sea of ​​oak trees.

It sounds unbelievable, doesn't it?

To be honest, I've always been skeptical of this claim.

I don't doubt the authenticity of Avalon, but...

Because my grandfather wasn't calm when he said this, I guess he was hiding some truths from me.

Wait for me, Scott, I'll find out all of this.

I am now a full-fledged druid priest, and they can no longer hide anything from me.

As for the other parts of the prophecy that Professor Trelawney mentioned, I'm sorry, I have no clue about them at the moment.

I'm sorry, that's all I can do for you right now.

But I will try my best to find out more, and I will write to you if I have any more clues.

This letter ends here.

Scott folded the parchment and put it into the envelope.

Luna, who was reading a book, looked up and said, "Sawana told me that Avalon is real, and I think so too, because my father said the same thing when I was a child."

“If it’s true,” Scott waved the letter in his hand, “Sawana told me that the passage into Avalon has been closed.”

Luna said optimistically, "Since it can be turned off, it can be turned on again, but we haven't found a way to turn it on yet."

“Maybe.” Scott lowered his eyelids.

[The Scroll of History], [The Eye of a Thousand Miles], [The Eternal King], [The Man Who Does Not Exist]...

The words from the prophecy kept swirling in his mind, but he still couldn't find any more clues. Instead, the more he knew, the more confused he became.

"My brain turned to mush."

By the time he heard Luna chanting the incantation, it was too late. His extremely tired body couldn't react in time, and he quickly fell into a daze.

"Stop the curse immediately."

When he came to, he saw Luna holding a book in one hand and pointing her wand at him with the other.

Scott blinked. He had never imagined that Luna would attack him, and with such speed and efficiency that she could strike without saying a word.

"Are you feeling better?" Luna looked at him and asked earnestly.

Scott didn't know how to react, and for a moment he was both amused and exasperated.

"Oh, the harassing horseflies have all run away. It seems this method really works!" Luna said happily.

"..."

Scott wanted to tell her that he was amazed by her amazing actions and forgot about the prophecy for a moment.

But Luna had clearly accepted the credit at this point.

She nodded in satisfaction, twirled the wand between her fingers twice, and then tucked it behind her ear.

Just then, Eddie walked into the common room with his little backpack on his back.

Good evening, Scott, Luna.

He ran over and sat down next to Scott with a big smile on his face.

“Scott, all the [Magic Crystal Players] you made are sold out, including the extras from the order,” he said smugly. “And I’ve received a new order, so you need to restock.”

Luna laughed and said, "Eddie, if you keep going like this, you'll look more like a businessman than a wizard."

Eddie shrugged dismissively. "There's nothing wrong with being a businessman."

He then told Scott, "Besides the new player order, there's something else."

“What?” Scott asked.

"About the house promotional video." Eddie's expression turned smug again. "Students from the other three houses are discussing why only Ravenclaw has a promotional video. Of course, they want one for their own house too."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Did they place an order for a promotional video?"

Eddie shook his head. "Of course not. Why would they ask people who don't belong to their academy to make a promotional video?"

Before Scott could ask any more questions, he gave the answer himself: "Now many people at Hogwarts have ordered panoramic telescopes by mail. They are preparing to make their own promotional videos, but they have encountered technical difficulties."

At this point, his smugness deepened, "They want us to 'edit' their footage."

“You accepted?” Scott asked. “I don’t want to do this, and aren’t Fred and George inventing a magic camera?”

“You don’t need to do it.” Eddie rubbed his hands together. “Just lend me the [Magic Mirror], and I’ll do it!”

Scott had no objection to this.

He never imagined that his momentary amusement would lead to Hogwarts students getting involved with each other, organized by house.

"As for Fred and George's magic camera?" Eddie said with a laugh, "They're still a long way from succeeding."

For the next few days, Scott devoted himself entirely to his studies.

Understanding the importance of his own strength and the futility of overthinking, he deliberately avoided or rarely considered the prophecy.

By the end of March, Professor Flitwick told him before a duel training session that they were ready to open the golden chest.

As the discoverer of the golden chest, Scott was invited to witness this special magical ritual.

The agreed-upon day was a Saturday.

While most of the faculty and students were excitedly cheering for their respective teams at the Quidditch pitch, Scott followed three professors to the top platform of the Astronomy Tower.

Dumbledore made the golden chest floating beside him land.

“Let’s begin,” Professor Binns said to Professor Flitwick. “Don’t forget what I taught you.”

Professor Flitwick nodded and walked over to the golden treasure chest.

He reached out and touched the inscription on the box, then circled the golden treasure chest once before coughing twice in a serious manner.

"Oh..." he said, looking a little nervous, "Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he took a wooden box out of his wide sleeve.

Scott recognized the box immediately; it was the box that held the Ravenclaw tiara in Professor Flitwick's office.

Professor Flitwick opened the box, solemnly took out the Ravenclaw crown, and placed it on his head.