The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott instantly regained his senses.

He sat up and, with a curious expression, took out the Scholars' Alliance identity card from the pocket inside his robe.

The card vibrated briefly in his hand a few more times before falling silent again.

Scott curiously channeled his magic into the card, and it began to expand, transforming into the [Book of Prometheus].

He opened the book and saw a simple owl drawn on a blank page, its wings flapping and a letter in its beak.

Scott raised an eyebrow and pointed at the rather cute-looking owl.

The owl, outlined in lines, opened its beak, and the letter began to fall.

The letter automatically opened as it fell, and the letter flew out and instantly enlarged, quickly filling the entire page.

[Hi Scott Trollope.]

Welcome to the Scholars Alliance.

Sorry, Stephanie just told me about you.

Yes, your guess is correct. I think you, being so clever, have already guessed this—recruiting you into the Scholars' Alliance wasn't Stephanie's decision, but mine.

Upon seeing this, Scott clicked his tongue softly.

Has the guy behind Stephanie Grampland finally jumped out so eagerly?

He continued watching with curiosity.

Although we've never met, I know you well and admire you.

“Just making a big fuss,” Scott couldn’t help but mutter.

I know you might not believe it, but I really know you.

Including some of the things you've done.

Although Scott still didn't believe what the other person said, his mood inevitably became somewhat heavy.

However, please rest assured, as I said, I admire you, so I will not do anything to harm you.

In short, I'm just contacting you to say hello.

You are a smart and talented child. I hope we can get along well in the future.

B·B]

Scott stared at the letter displayed on the page, remaining motionless for a long time.

He was pondering what the other person had said, trying to determine if the other person truly knew something.

He reflected on his secrets, wondering if they might have been discovered.

Undeniably, his actions, especially the murders, were not entirely without flaws, and it is possible that some clues were discovered.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he still felt that no one could produce any evidence against him.

After thinking it through, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Some suspicion is nothing to be ashamed of; after Travers' death, the senior Auror Kingsley Shackle also had his doubts.

But as long as there is no evidence, he has nothing to worry about.

Scott glanced at the weather outside the window, got out of bed, and, carrying the Book of Prometheus, went to his desk and sat down.

He looked at the letter on the page again, thought for a moment, and then closed it.

He was not prepared to respond.

At times like this, no matter how he responds, he will fall into the other person's rhythm.

Whether he presses for the other person's identity or tries to find out what the other person knows, the other person will always take the initiative.

But think about it the other way around...

The other party asked Grapple to recruit him into the Scholars' Union, but after he realized that Grapple was not the one in charge, he contacted him again, even deliberately writing some ambiguous words in the letter...

All these actions indicate that the other party is the one with ulterior motives towards him.

In this situation, Scott felt that he didn't need to rush; in fact, the calmer he was, the better.

Now it's a matter of who loses their temper first.

No matter what the other party wants from him, they will eventually reveal their true colors.

Thinking of this, he smiled and decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

He closed the Book of Prometheus, turning it back into a card, and then took a parchment from the shapeshifting lizard's skin pouch and began to read.

This is the knowledge about Animagus that he exchanged for credits last time.

In fact, Scott had almost finished his preparations for the Animagus, an advanced human transformation technique, under Professor McGonagall's guidance.

He had a thorough understanding of both the principles of magic and the procedures of the ritual.

The reason he hasn't started trying yet is simply because he wants to be on the safe side.

In addition, there is another very direct reason—

His guardian spell still cannot be fully released.

In fact, he knew why he couldn't fully release himself.

Releasing the Guardian Charm requires drawing upon one's happiest memories and using emotions to guide the release of the spell, but Scott always felt something was missing when trying to draw upon his emotions.

In short, having memories of his past life isn't all good for Scott.

Of course, the worst part is that these memories from another time gave him the troublesome identity of being a "non-existent person".

Besides this biggest problem, this memory also causes him some minor troubles as he learns spells.

Just like his choice of "happiest memory" during the process of releasing the Guardian Charm.

When he first learned this spell, he would subconsciously begin to recall happy memories from his past life.

But for some reason, the joy brought by those memories was like scratching an itch through a boot, and had little effect on guiding the spell.

Later, when Scott chose the happy memories of this life, releasing the Patronus Charm became much easier—

He was able to successfully summon the illusory silver spherical smoke.

However, due to some unknown struggles, he was never able to take that final step.

Although Scott knew very well that he could succeed if he fully accepted his identity in this life, let his past life be the past, and treated that memory as a dream, he never managed to do so.

More accurately, he failed to make a decisive choice.

Scott was somewhat incredulous when he discovered this.

Because he has always felt that he has a good mindset, and even believes that he quickly accepted his new identity after his brain was able to think in infancy.

But what he didn't expect was that he still retained a trace of affectation in his subconscious, and this affectation was not fully exposed until he began to learn the Guardian Charm.

At that moment, after receiving a "letter" of unknown origin and meaning, Scott suddenly had a change of heart.

He decided to completely abandon that affectation.

"Speaking of which, I have already been reincarnated. The past life is the past life, and this life is this life. This life is not a continuation of the past life."

He spoke in Chinese, in Mandarin.

“But from now on, no, actually from the time I was born 15 years ago, I am no longer Wei Xi.”

“Wei Xi is dead…” At this point, his language naturally shifted, “I am Scott Trollope.”

After muttering these words to himself, Scott slowly stood up, took out his wand, and slowly waved it.

At the same time, those happy memories naturally surfaced in his mind.

Those were memories with his parents—Michael and Emilia.

"Take the God's Protection!"

Scott chanted the incantation aloud, extending his wand forward.

Amidst the billowing silver smoke, a lithe figure spread its wings and soared, circling him at incredible speed, leaving trails of afterimages.

Scott laughed.

To be honest, he didn't know why his actions had been so effective.

Perhaps life really does need some sense of ritual.

Curious about what his guardian angel looked like, Scott began to focus his mind on slowing down the figure.

The Guardian's flight speed quickly began to decrease, and Scott finally saw its true form.

He recognized the animal, which was not very common.

It was a majestic-looking eagle, or more precisely, a peregrine falcon.

He still remembered the knowledge he had read in books: the peregrine falcon is a medium-sized raptor with a high flight speed among eagles, with a maximum flight speed of 418 km/h.

Looking at the somewhat ethereal silver peregrine falcon's streamlined and agile form, Scott smiled with satisfaction.

If nothing unexpected happens, this raptor known for its flight speed will also be his Animagus form.

He was very satisfied with this form, which allowed him to fly and also had the advantage of speed.

"Scott!"

Just then, a dark figure flew in through the open door of the wooden house at an extremely fast speed and stopped in front of him instantly.

Rimbaud has returned.

How did you get here?

As Rimbaud spoke, he glanced curiously at Scott's guardian spirit.

"What kind of magic is this?" it asked, somewhat displeased. "Why didn't you conjure a raven?"

Chapter 389 A Trial That Did Not Go Smoothly

"Guardian Angel Spell".

Scott answered Rimbaud's question.