The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

It exploded like a balloon.

Scott couldn't help but look away.

As Rimbaud said, it was really disgusting.

A fluttering sound rang out.

Now that Rimbaud had moved aside, several black, blood-stained crows squeezed out of the narrow window and quickly flew away.

At the same time, several crows flew out of the windows of the other two cells and quickly disappeared into the darkness inside the fortress.

Rimbaud flew to the other two cells to see the dead bodies of the Yaxley father and son before leaving in the dim light of the fortress.

At this moment, some prisoners in other cells who still retained some semblance of rationality realized something was wrong and began to shout loudly.

Rimbaud took off from the huge triangular gap above the fortress and flew straight up into the sky.

The scene in the [Magic Mirror] is frozen.

Rimbaud, who had been perched on Scott's shoulder, flew to his hand, tilted his head back, and said, "I threw that birdcage into the sea too."

“Well done,” Scott praised it.

He now understood why Rimbaud had said that it could enter and leave Azkaban without being detected.

Given Azkaban's unique environment, it truly could move about as if it were in an empty place.

"Is there anything else I need to do?" Rimbaud asked.

Scott shook his head.

“Only Mr. Bode’s geckos need to be retrieved,” he said. “But that’s your task for next weekend.”

"But on weekends, the office is locked, and I can't just squeeze through the crack in the door like a gecko," Rimbaud said.

“It’s alright,” Scott said confidently. “The gecko will come out of that office on Friday night and hide in the crack under the first torch on the left outside the office door.”

“That makes things much easier.” Rimbaud nodded. “Then I’ll go there on Friday night.”

Scott spoke a few more words to it, then got up to break the spell, opened the window, and let it fly back to the forest.

Then he leaned against the windowsill, tapped a few times on the [Magic Mirror], and completely deleted the "video" from before.

He carefully put away the [Magic Mirror], took out the Scholars' Alliance identity card from his pocket, and infused it with magic to transform it into the [Book of Prometheus].

Scott opened the thick book in his hand and looked at the letters Mr. B had sent him again.

After Friday's trial, the mysterious Mr. B never contacted him again, as if the threats were just a joke.

Scott smiled, closed the email, and bought some more knowledge about Animagus using his credits, thus clearing out the credits he had earned during his break time.

Although he is now confident in mastering the exceptionally complex and advanced human transformation technique of Animagus, he still decides to absorb more techniques for its application.

How to avoid being corrupted by wild thoughts while possessing an animal body, and how to transform back into a human after becoming an animal—these are the biggest challenges when using Animagus.

After a cursory review of the knowledge he had acquired using the credits, Scott was fairly satisfied.

Although Professor McGonagall could teach him the relevant knowledge, he preferred to play it safe and learn from other people's experiences.

Because the use of magic varies from person to person, the same spell often takes on different styles in the hands of different wizards.

The reflection in Scott's hand appears to have been written by a Russian sorcerer. This sorcerer from the "fighting nation" lost his human sanity after transforming into a brown bear and eventually went into the wild to fight another brown bear.

Even more interestingly, he finally "woke up" just before he almost mated with a female bear.

Although the situation he described was extremely close, Scott always felt that he might have woken up "afterwards".

Of course, aside from this indescribable experience, the wizard did write down some valuable insights and shared a lot of useful experience, ensuring that Scott's credits were not wasted.

At this time, the others got up and came out of their dorm rooms one after another, and Scott also left the common room.

He then spent a peaceful day in the Room of Requirement until dinner time, when he saw the news of the deaths of Caro and his son Yaxley published in that day's Evening Prophet.

The news caused a sensation in the auditorium during dinner that day.

Leaving aside the Yaxley father and son, Elijah Carlow was, after all, a student at Hogwarts, and many students knew him.

Although he had already landed himself in Azkaban, his tragic death still had a powerful impact on many students.

Especially the few Slytherin students who were familiar with him.

At the Ravenclaw table, Eddie quietly asked, "Do you think this was done by the Roll family?"

“I think so.” Roger’s face was already furrowed. “However, although there were no photos in the newspaper, one can imagine the miserable state of these three people just from the words.”

Milton was somewhat skeptical. "If it was the Roll family who did it, why would they kill those two Alexs?"

Eddie boldly hypothesized, "I think this is a smokescreen they've cast."

Scott listened to the conversations around him as he ate.

Most people believe that the Azkaban killings were an act of revenge by the Rol family, whose daughter was murdered.

They all started speculating wildly about how the Roll family had managed to do it.

“They must have bribed the wardens of Azkaban and those Dementors.”

"They have connections at the Ministry of Magic."

"Perhaps it's a strange curse."

In short, there are all sorts of speculations...

Scott also overheard Fred and George's long conversation from Gryffindor.

“I support the curse theory!” Fred shouted.

“This curse is called the Stomach-Breaking Curse,” George said seriously. “I once read about this curse in an old book at home.”

Fred nodded seriously, "Just make a cursed doll, collect the enemy's blood to pour on it, and then cut open the doll's belly, and the enemy's belly will also be cut open."

Their "explanation" attracted many people, especially the younger Gryffindor and Hufflepuff children, who were completely bewildered by the two.

Fred and George gave the younger children a good scare, and then announced that they were going to make a talisman to protect against the belly-breaking curse, which would be available for sale soon.

For a time, many fools rushed to place orders, and even Percy and Hermione's righteous anti-fraud campaign had no effect whatsoever.

Eddie stared in disbelief as the Weasley twins made their fortune, then turned his attention to the younger Ravenclaw students.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m not the best, but I’m still a prefect,” Scott said immediately. “And if you want to be the new prefect next year, you should remember that there are some things you can’t do.”

Eddie regretfully looked away.

"What are you thinking about?" he said righteously. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

“You are,” Scott, Roger, and Milton said in unison.

Eddie clutched his chest dramatically, looking hurt. "I think you all have a deep misunderstanding about me."

Scott and the other two ignored him.

"Scott."

Just then, Luna walked from the other side of the long table behind Scott.

"What's wrong?" Scott turned to look at her.

"Come with me."

Luna reached out and grabbed Scott's sleeve, trying to pull him outside.

"Wait……"

Seeing the serious expression on Luna's face, Scott took back what he was saying, got up with her help, and followed her out of the auditorium.

Luna completely ignored the whistles and teasing laughter coming from behind them. She held onto Scott's sleeve until she pulled him into the castle's back garden before letting go.

She didn't say anything after that, but instead deliberately climbed onto the flower bed, staring down at Scott with her slightly bulging gray eyes.

Scott remained silent, letting her look at him.

"you……"

Luna uttered a single word, then raised her hand to take the wand tucked behind her ear and awkwardly cast an anti-eavesdropping spell on the spot.

“I can see,” she whispered, her voice ethereal.

Scott looked at the smoke rising from her eyes and understood.

“Of course.” He smiled. “I dare say that very few people have seen things more clearly than you.”

Luna nodded.

Although her eyes were hazy and her expression somewhat bewildered, Scott knew that she was a girl with a clear mind, whose eyes could clearly reflect the true nature of others.

She just looked at him and fell silent again.

Scott, however, did not seem uncomfortable. He smiled again and asked her softly, "Can you tell me why you've spoken up this time when you haven't said anything all this time?"

Luna smoothed her hair and looked up at the dark night sky.

“I’ve never known exactly what you did, Scott,” she said, her voice still unsteady. “And I don’t think you did anything wrong.”

"So what do you want to say to me this time?" Scott asked again.

Luna looked at him again. She thought for a long time, then hesitated, as if trying to organize her thoughts.

Such a performance was quite rare for her, and Scott waited patiently.

After a while, Luna's eyes focused, and she asked Scott with a serious expression, "Are we friends?"

“Of course,” Scott replied affirmatively. “We are friends.”

Luna hesitated for a moment and then asked, "No matter what I say, you won't get angry? Or, even if you do get angry, will you still be my friend?"

“This isn’t a question you’d normally ask,” Scott said, somewhat surprised.

In the past, Luna would unconsciously blurt out the unpleasant truth with a single sentence, never considering whether others would be angry.

But he still nodded. "Yes, I won't be angry. Even if I am, I will still be your friend."

Upon hearing his answer, Luna gave a slight, faint smile.

“Just say what you want to say,” Scott encouraged her.

Although he never expected his clandestine actions to be discovered, since Luna's magical eyes had already seen something, he decided to try and see if the two of them could reach some consensus.

"Why would you do that?" Luna asked, her face full of genuine questioning.