The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The saliva became clearer, and the mandrake leaf unfurled considerably.

After that, he took out the prepared materials and added them to the small medicine bottle.

A strand of one's own hair, a teaspoon of dew, and the pupa of a ghast moth.

Under moonlight, these materials quickly underwent a more pronounced reaction.

Whether it was the mandrake leaf, Scott's hair, or the pupa of the ghost-faced hawk moth, they all slowly melted under the moonlight.

Once all the materials had completely melted, Scott obtained a bottle of colorless mixture that looked somewhat cloudy.

He quickly sealed the small medicine bottle with a cork, and then sealed it with melted wax.

"Is it done?" Professor Flitwick looked at the small medicine bottle in his hand. "You must put it in a completely quiet, dark place immediately. Of course, the best way is to bury it in the ground."

Scott nodded and put the medicine bottle into the shapeshifting lizard skin pouch at his waist.

"Then I'll be going now, thank you, Professor."

He waved the silver snake necklace on his left hand at Professor Flitwick, and immediately activated the Portkey after Professor Flitwick nodded.

After a dizzying moment, Scott appeared in Raven Territory.

By this time, the rain in the Scottish Highlands had stopped, but the sky was covered with dark clouds, and not a trace of moonlight could be seen.

The forest was exceptionally dark.

Scott first activated the severed arm bone, then took out his wand.

"Fluorescent flash!"

As he lit his wand, Rimbaud flew down from the top of the oak tree.

"Scott, are you done?" it asked with concern.

"Good evening." Scott nodded, deliberately using a teasing tone, "Blackwing Lord."

"hey-hey."

Upon hearing this nickname, Rimbaud couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Oh, you should just call me Rimbaud," it said modestly. "After all, you're my best friend."

“Alright, take me to the place you’ve found,” Scott said, amused.

He waved his wand to enlarge Rimbaud's size, and it carried him to a barren cliff.

“No birds nest here, and no other animals live here. It will remain quiet,” it told Scott.

“Good,” Scott said with satisfaction.

He jumped off Rimbaud's back, waved his wand to make a deep hole in the ground, then took out the small vial and buried it in the ground.

Then he sent a huge rock flying over and pressing it onto the small piece of land.

"That way, nothing unexpected will happen."

He clapped his hands, climbed back onto Rimbaud's back, and let it carry him back to the Forbidden Forest, then returned to Hogwarts Castle alone.

Upon returning to the castle, Scott first sought out Professor Flitwick to express his sincere gratitude once again, before finally returning to the Ravenclaw common room via a secret passage in the professor's office.

"How's it going, Scott?"

Milton, who was writing his paper in the common room, saw him and immediately asked with concern.

“Everything is going well,” Scott said with a smile.

His voice was somewhat muffled.

Milton looked at him in surprise.

“Oh, I’m not quite used to it yet.” Scott rubbed his face. “It still feels like there’s something in my mouth.”

Milton smiled knowingly.

“I need to wait for a thunderstorm before I can collect the potion,” Scott added. “Of course, there are also rituals that must be performed while I wait.”

With that, he took out his wand, pointed it at his heart, and chanted the spell, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

Nothing happens.

Scott explained to Milton, “While waiting for the storm to come, I do this at every sunrise and sunset, which makes me feel my second heartbeat.”

“A thunderstorm?” Milton said. “You shouldn’t have to wait long; summer is coming, and this kind of weather will be more common.”

"Let's hope so," Scott shrugged.

After saying goodbye to Milton, Scott found Luna reading in the college library and told her that the mission had gone smoothly.

Animagus?

Helena appeared out of nowhere and overheard their conversation.

“There aren’t many Animagus from Ravenclaw,” Helena said. “You’d better become an eagle, or a raven, of course.”

They are all animals associated with Ravenclaw.

Scott told her, "It's a peregrine falcon. My guardian spirit is the peregrine falcon."

Helena gave him an approving look. "Very good."

"Scott."

Just then, Ethan Cooper walked into the library and called out to Scott.

“Someone’s looking for you,” he said. “It’s the Weasley twins; they’re outside the common room.”

"Thank you."

Scott thanked him and then went to the door of the common room.

"Hi, Scott."

"Guess why we've come to see you."

Fred and George were standing by the window on one side.

"I guess your promotional video is finished?" Scott walked up to the two men with a smile.

Fred and George both wore smug expressions.

"I must say, we've created a masterpiece!"

"It's even more perfect than your work, Eddie!"

"But we still need a little help."

"For example, borrow your small mirror and your large mirror."

Scott immediately understood.

He said, "I understand. You need to borrow my [magic mirror] to complete the editing and post-production, and you also need to borrow that big mirror for the public screening."

Fred and George nodded at first, then both looked embarrassed.

Of course, the embarrassed expressions on their faces looked a bit fake.

You're right.

"But that's not all."

The two sang in harmony.

"We also want to use the [magic mirror]."

"But we might not be able to handle the editing and post-production you mentioned."

As they spoke, the two men clasped their hands together and said with smiles, "We can only entrust this matter to you, Mr. Trollope."

“Sure, sure.” Scott gave a deliberately malicious smile. “You actually trust me with a promotional video for Gryffindor? I’m a Ravenclaw, after all.”

“Of course, Scott.”

"Even though you are a Ravenclaw."

Fred and George put their hands on Scott's shoulders, one on each side.

"Among all the friends we know, there is no one more friendly than you."

"You are our Gryffindor friend!"

As they spoke, the two of them shouted slogans in a very enthusiastic tone.

"Hail to friendship! Long live the friendship between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw!"

The Ravenclaws entering and exiting the common room were all staring at them in shock.

But Fred and George still didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, and even gave the Ravenclaws warm smiles.

"..."

Scott couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"See, Scott!"

"Everyone was moved by the deep friendship between us!"

Seeing that the two were still cheering, Scott quickly stopped their dramatic behavior.

"Fine, I give up." He had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender. "I agree."

Upon hearing this, Fred and George immediately withdrew their hands from his shoulders and gave each other a high five in celebration.

Scott pursed his lips and reminded them, "What about the music? Good editing must echo the rhythm of the music."

"Don't worry," Fred said, giving a thumbs-up. "We're ready."

George put his hands on his hips. "I have to remind you, Scott, that there are Gryffindor students among the members of the Classical Music Club and the Toad Choir."

“So what?” Scott shrugged. “A good performer and singer isn’t necessarily a good composer.”

“But we have a secret weapon!” Fred winked mysteriously.

George also emphasized, "You'll be very surprised."

Scott, however, wasn't particularly curious.

That was a promotional video for Gryffindor Academy, and he wouldn't pick and choose the music as long as they thought it was appropriate.