The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Dumbledore nodded and led him directly out of the courtroom.

After leaving the courtroom, Dumbledore's Wizengamot attire transformed once again into a wizard's robe with star patterns.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked as he walked. "I just saw two gentlemen speak to you."

Scott moved closer to him and whispered to Dumbledore what Amycus Caro and Mr. Grevis had told him.

Dumbledore said, "Mr. Grevis is right. The Caro siblings are vicious Death Eaters, and they are now."

“I’ll be careful,” Scott said.

Dumbledore sighed softly.

“The situation is not good right now,” he said with some helplessness. “After summer vacation, Felius will be responsible for sending you away, just like last summer.”

Scott responded.

He thought for a moment and said to Dumbledore, "I heard that you turned down the position of Minister of Magic. I think that perhaps the Ministry of Magic needs a minister like you now."

Look at the state of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm too old, and there aren't as many people who would support me becoming minister now."

Scott considered the current state of the Ministry of Magic and realized that Dumbledore was right. Unless there was a real general election, even with Dumbledore's prestige, it would be difficult to secure the position of Minister of Magic.

Seeing his silence, Dumbledore simply smiled indifferently.

He then asked Scott with great interest, "What do you think of today's trial?"

Scott stated frankly, "This trial clearly shows that the Ministry of Magic has completely fallen into chaos and is on the verge of being unable to fulfill its responsibilities."

“Yes,” Dumbledore sighed again, “even a little wizard like you can see it very clearly…”

As they spoke, the two walked down the stairs from the tenth basement level to the ninth basement level, then through a dark corridor, and arrived at an elevator door.

After a while, the elevator doors opened, and a pale-faced wizard walked in with a worried expression.

"Good morning, Albus." He stepped out of the elevator and greeted Dumbledore in a melancholy tone. "Has the trial concluded today?"

Dumbledore said, "Hello, Bod. It's over."

Bord asked curiously about the outcome of the trial, then said goodbye to Dumbledore.

As Scott stepped into the elevator, he glanced back at him and noticed that Mr. Bode was also looking back at him.

The two men exchanged a glance, and Mr. Bode forced a friendly smile that carried a hint of sorrow.

The elevator doors closed.

Scott asked Dumbledore curiously, "Professor, who is that gentleman?"

Dumbledore said, "Broderick Bodle is a silent man who works in the Department of Mysteries."

Scott's eyes flickered for a moment upon hearing the name.

Broderick Bode?

Is it a coincidence?

Although Mr. Bode was not in the courtroom, his name...

The elevator doors opened, and Scott followed Dumbledore out of the elevator and back into the spacious lobby.

As they walked, Dumbledore explained the work of the Department of Mysteries to Scott.

"...No one ever knew what they were doing; their mission was top secret. The wizards who worked there were called the Silent Ones."

"The wizards discovered that there is an innate magic whose form is clearly difficult to explain, and even more difficult, if not impossible, to control. The Silent Ones will be responsible for exploring and experimenting with those mysterious powers."

On the way to the fireplace, Dumbledore whispered some secret information to him.

"The Department of Mysteries is divided into many rooms: the Brain Hall studies thought, the Death Hall studies death, the Time Hall studies time, the Planetary Room studies the starry sky, and the Prophecy Hall preserves prophecies."

"There is also a special room there, which is always locked. Inside there is a power that is more magical and terrifying than death, human wisdom, or the power of nature."

"That is perhaps the most mysterious of the many topics that need to be studied in the Department of Mysteries. Many people possess all the energy in that room, while others have none at all. This energy is 'love'."

After saying this, Dumbledore walked into the fireplace with a smile.

"Hogwarts Headmaster's Office."

Green flames rose up, and Scott followed closely behind, returning to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"There's still some time before lunch."

Dumbledore walked behind his desk and sat down, beckoning to Scott.

“Sit down and have a cup of tea with me.”

Scott obediently sat down, picked up the steaming cup of black tea that appeared in front of him, and took a sip.

Dumbledore then asked him in a casual tone, "Do you have any thoughts left unsaid about today's trial?"

Scott glanced at him first, then nodded.

“I suspect them… I mean Voldemort and the Death Eaters are planning a prison break,” he said softly.

Dumbledore looked interested and gestured for him to continue.

Scott didn't hide some of his speculations either.

"The attacks that happened quite a few days ago were clearly the work of Voldemort and the Death Eaters."

"I think that with a powerful enemy like Medea coveting his soul, Voldemort, who has not yet fully recovered his power, would not have done this just to cause panic."

"Although the specific reasons are unclear, I believe he took the risk to do this in order to regain his strength as quickly as possible."

Dumbledore nodded repeatedly as he listened.

“A very reasonable guess,” he said.

Scott went on to recount his speculations.

"Judging from today's trial results, Medea's forces have gained the upper hand compared to the Death Eaters."

"But many more and more loyal Death Eaters are now in Azkaban."

"If Voldemort successfully regains his power, he will never give up the power that belongs to him."

"The Carol siblings, being Death Eaters, probably didn't stand their ground in the trial chamber because they already knew about Voldemort's plan to break him out of prison."

Dumbledore nodded again.

This time, instead of commenting on Scott's guess, he asked him directly.

"If you were in this situation, how would you handle it?"

Scott thought for a moment and replied, "What I can think of, Medea can probably think of as well."

He shook his head.

"Medea has lost the initiative and failed to defeat Voldemort before he fully regained his power."

"If she can't find Voldemort, she'll probably keep an eye on Azkaban."

“If this continues, a war... a war between the Death Eaters and the All Witchcraft Society will break out in Azkaban.”

At this point, he finally got to the point.

“If it were me…” he looked up and stared directly into Dumbledore’s eyes, “it would be an opportunity to wipe them out while they are both weakened.”

Seeing that Dumbledore did not speak, he added, "Moreover, Azkaban is the most suitable place for the battlefield, because there is not a single innocent person there."

Given the lenient nature of the Ministry of Magic's laws, most crimes don't qualify someone to be sent to Azkaban; those who are sent there are the most vicious and ruthless.

"What a ruthless child!"

Before Dumbledore could speak, a gruff voice came from the side.

"But I like it!"

Scott looked in the direction of the sound and saw the bald wizard in the portrait on the wall looking at him with admiration.

It wasn't just him; all the former principals in the portrait were looking at him at that moment.

Of course, only some people praised it; others showed disapproval on their faces.

But Scott paid no attention to the stares of these people.

When Dumbledore asked for his opinion, he simply told the truth, and that was all.

Given that the old principal already understood his personality, he had neither the need nor the ability to pretend to be a kind-hearted naiveté.

Dumbledore still did not comment on Scott's idea.

He was silent for a moment, then resumed his cheerful conversation with Scott.

At least on the surface, they seem happy.

Scott left the principal's office before lunch began.

He went straight to the auditorium to meet up with his roommates.

As soon as his three roommates saw him, they couldn't wait to pull him to a deserted corner of the auditorium.

Eddie asked anxiously, "Scott, is the trial over? What was the result?"

"Was Carlo sent to Azkaban?" Roger couldn't help but ask.

“It’s over,” Scott replied with a smile. “Carlo has been sentenced to life imprisonment!”

"Great!"

"He deserved it!"

Eddie and Roger both laughed.

Milton happily added, "That way you won't have to worry about this happening again."

Scott looked at Milton and recalled his conversation with Mr. Grevis.

So he quietly told Milton about their conversation.

"Did he really say that?" Milton's expression was complicated after hearing this, and he seemed somewhat incredulous.

Scott nodded.

Milton murmured, "So he still cares about me after all."