The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

But he still mustered his energy and read the next few sentences of the letter.

But I will not give up.

I don't think you would either, right?

Because you've always been so full of vigor, it seems you don't take any difficulties seriously.

I have always believed in you.

That's all for this letter. If I make any new discoveries, I will write to you again.

Savannah Doherty

Scott put down the letter and rubbed his temples again.

"Are you alright?" Luna, who had been standing beside her, asked.

“I’m fine,” Scott said. “Just really tired.”

“Then go to sleep,” Luna said. “If you continue like this, your brain will completely lose its defenses.”

Scott put away Savannah's letter and nodded his heavy head.

"Then I'll head back." He didn't have time to say anything else. "Goodnight."

"Good night."

Luna waved her hand and skipped towards the stairs leading to the dormitory.

Scott also trudged back to his dorm room.

He didn't disturb his roommate, didn't wash up, and didn't even have time to review the contents of Savannah's letter before falling asleep on the bed.

The next day, Scott was awakened by cheers.

He opened his eyes and found that he was the only one left in the dormitory.

The sounds coming from afar signaled that an exciting Quidditch match was underway on the field.

After getting up, Scott took a shower, ate a meal in the kitchen, and then went to the Room of Requirement.

When he entered Helena's study, the girl Helena in the painting looked at him with great surprise.

"That's rare, Scott, you're actually late!"

"Feel sorry……"

"Sorry? You should tell your mother."

"..."

When Scott saw the portrait of Ravenclaw, he immediately bowed and apologized.

The Ravenclaw in the painting doesn't criticize him; he simply asks, "What happened?"

Scott obediently recounted what had happened the previous night, including the attack he suffered after dueling practice and the contents of Savannah's letter.

Of course, the content of Savannah's letter is the key point.

“I see, you’ve got another piece of the puzzle,” Ravenclaw in the painting said. “We know nothing about Salazar’s actions after he left Hogwarts; he’s clearly been through a lot.”

Scott said, "Based on what we know from the past, plus the history passed down by the Dougherty family, Slytherin's covetousness of Avalon was premeditated."

“The scabbard of the sword in the lake,” Ravenclaw in the painting says. “That’s why Salazar arranged for Medea to marry into the Gaunt family.”

As she spoke, she shook her head.

“During those days at Hogwarts, I thought Salazar had changed a lot,” she said. “But I never imagined he would still be the same person.”

Chapter 384 Ravenclaw Book Club

Listening to the Ravenclaw's sighs about Slytherin in the painting, Scott looked at her with a puzzled expression.

In the painting, Ravenclaw simply shook his head and said nothing more.

Scott had no choice but to suppress his curiosity.

“There are some things you can’t keep from me anymore,” Ravenclaw told him. “You’re used to telling me everything, but you’re more reserved with others, and I can’t offer you the most direct help.”

Scott was taken aback by what he heard.

Indeed, perhaps because Ravenclaw is now just a portrait, he is more willing to be honest with her.

He remained reserved even in front of others, including Professor Flitwick, who had given him much help.

Of course, there are some things he hasn't told anyone.

The only one who knew everything about him was Rimbaud, whom he created.

"Do you think what you did was right?" Ravenclaw asks him in the painting.

Scott opened his mouth, but felt he couldn't answer.

Ravenclaw then asked, "Do you think neither Dumbledore nor Flitwick understands you?"

Scott shook his head, his voice a little hoarse. "No, they should know me."

He still has self-awareness.

Even though he is more mature than his peers now because of his memories of his past life, this maturity is only relative.

He knew very well that he was still a very shallow young man in front of experienced elders like Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick.

Ravenclaw continued, "An old man, especially a wise one, can easily see through a young man. So your concealment is of little use."

“But…” Scott looked up, “I…”

“It doesn’t mean you had any dealings with Medea, or that you received gifts from her,” Ravenclaw told him. “If you want more help, you need to be more honest. Otherwise, even if others want to help you, they won’t know where to begin.”

Upon hearing this, Scott nodded subconsciously.

Ravenclaw in the painting is looking into his eyes.

"Of course, I'm not telling you to be completely honest with everyone, because many people don't deserve it. Nor am I telling you to tell others everything you've ever done, because everyone has their own secrets. But you should treat those who do deserve it with sincerity. More importantly, you should learn to trust."

Listening to her words, Scott was worried that his mentor might have misunderstood him.

He quickly explained, "Although I concealed some things, I did not treat my teachers and friends with false affection."

“I know.” Ravenclaw smiled slightly at him. “That’s why your teachers and friends still care about you.”

Scott nodded again quickly.

His respect for his teachers and his concern for his friends were genuine and not feigned; he didn't want his Ravenclaw tutor to misunderstand him in this respect.

“I just want you to learn to trust,” Ravenclaw said gently. “Everyone needs help from others as they grow up; it’s unavoidable.”

Scott immediately understood what she meant.

But that's just his personality, and he can't change it overnight.

Ravenclaw didn't say anything more, and then began her lesson.

Scott left the Room of Requirement before dinner began.

He kept thinking on the way to the auditorium.

He thought that perhaps he should indeed tell the professors what he knew about Medea and Slytherin.

Thinking about this question, he unconsciously walked to the fourth floor, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Scott!"

Scott looked in the direction of the sound and saw Black, who had returned to Hogwarts, standing in a corridor, leaning on the railing with one hand and waving at him with the other.

People were coming and going around the spiral staircase at that moment. Scott didn't consciously sense the magic of the people around him, and he was a little surprised to see that it was Blake calling him.

“Come here, Scott,” Blake said again.

Scott nodded, changed direction, and started walking up the stairs toward Blake. He soon arrived in front of him.

"Good evening, Professor Black," he greeted politely.

After not seeing him for a while, Blake looked even thinner.

It has become almost exactly the same as when Scott first met it.

“Just call me Sirius.” Blake laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m just a teaching assistant now.”

"Excuse me……"

Scott was about to ask Blake what he wanted when Blake warmly put his arm around his neck and led him forward.

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he led Scott to the door of his office.

Scott was unable to ask the question he wanted to ask.

“Harry is here too.”

Blake pushed open the office door, finally releasing his grip on Scott's neck, and went inside.

Scott glanced through the door and saw Harry sitting on the sofa in a paralyzed position, with a look of utter despair on his face.

Hearing the door open, he turned his head somewhat slowly.

“Sirius…” He looked at Scott with some surprise. “Oh, Scott, hello.”

"Hello, Harry."

Scott was still a little confused; he didn't understand why Blake had called him over.

“I ran into Scott when I went out for some fresh air,” Black said to Harry. “I invited him to have dinner with us, and it would also be a good opportunity for him to share his experience of learning Occlumency with you.”

Then he turned to Scott, who was still standing at the door, and said, "Well, Scott, come in. The house-elves at Hogwarts will help bring the food to your office."

"Thank you for your invitation." Scott couldn't refuse, so he nodded and went into the office.

“You’re welcome,” Black said with a smile, striding over to sit down next to Harry.

“I should be thanking you, Scott.” Harry sat up a little straighter and gave Scott an embarrassed smile. “Thank you for your help. Oh, and thank you for lending me your notes.”

"You've already thanked me for that."

Scott walked over to a single sofa and sat down, glancing at Harry a few more times.