The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Then bring the footage over. Is it in your magic camera?"

He simply reached out his hand and asked the twins to give him the footage they had shot.

But Fred and George don't play by the rules.

The two then clasped their hands together in front of Scott.

"The promotional video needs to be kept secret before it is released."

"so……"

The two men, one on each side, grabbed Scott and swiftly "kidnapped" him into the joke props workshop located in the secret passage.

Chapter 398 This is Hogwarts!

Inside the joke props studio, Scott briefly went through the video footage imported into the [Magic Mirror] before falling into a short silence.

Are you sure?

He looked up and asked Fred and George.

"Are you sure this is suitable as promotional material for Gryffindor?"

He roughly estimated that 60% of the material consisted of scenes of the two guys playing pranks on people inside Gryffindor, 20% was Quidditch matches, 10% was about the world's greatest wizard, 5% was about the boy who survived a great calamity, and the remaining 5% was some serious content introducing Gryffindor.

Faced with his question, the twins nodded decisively.

"Of course I'm sure."

"What's wrong with that?"

“It’s not so bad…” Scott said.

Although I was a little hesitant, I thought, who cares?

"Whatever makes you happy."

He nodded and started playing the music the twins had prepared.

The music was quite normal, with a passionate and energetic feel that matched people's impression of Gryffindor.

only……

"Is this your secret weapon?" he asked again, puzzled. "While it is still quite beautiful, it is not as good as Milton's 'Impressions of Ravenclaw'."

He was being lenient with his words; to be honest, the piece was even a bit stiff, or rather, too conventional.

Milton was a rare musical genius. Although his composing skills were not yet very consistent, the sheer brilliance he displayed was something that most people could not possess.

Fred and George did not seem to grasp the implication of Scott's words.

"This is our secret weapon!"

Both brothers wore smug expressions.

Scott blinked, hesitated for a moment, then listened to it again.

He still couldn't see what was so special about the piece that made them so proud.

Perhaps because the look of doubt on his face was too obvious, Fred told him the answer directly.

"This piece was composed by Professor McGonagall!"

“No wonder it sounds so good,” Scott said with a smile. “It really is a secret weapon.”

“Performed by members of the Classical Music Club among Gryffindor students, with vocals provided by members of the Toad Choir,” George added.

“Very good.” Scott nodded. “I’ll familiarize myself with the structure and rhythm of the piece before editing the video footage.”

Although the music and video content don't actually match quite well, the combination creates a kind of absurd and comical effect, which could be considered an unconventional pairing...

Scott thought to himself.

These two guys must not have shown Professor McGonagall what they filmed, or rather, they only showed her a part of it.

"I think you'd better not say that I helped you."

That was his only request.

Although the promotional video is not long, the editing and post-production work is not something that can be done overnight.

Scott was not in a hurry to finish.

“We want to play it at the graduation dinner!” Fred said.

The day was May 25th, two weeks before the farewell dinner at the end of the school year.

There's still a week of exams in June, and Scott won't be too busy during that time, so he'll have time to do this slowly.

only……

A farewell dinner?

Although the promotional video is not yet finished, Scott has already begun to feel embarrassed for the other Gryffindor students.

Especially Ron and Percy, who appeared most frequently among those pranked by the twins, and Harry, who was secretly photographed by them.

Scott could already imagine the wonderful expressions on their faces.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus".

A new day begins, at sunrise.

Scott stood at the window of his dormitory, pointed his wand at his heart, and completed the ritual.

At this point, Milton spoke up to remind them, "The Ministry of Magic has strict control over Animagus, requiring all Animagus shapeshifters and their characteristics to be registered with the Ministry of Magic's Office for the Prevention of Misuse of Magic."

“I know.” Scott turned around. “I’ll register once it’s successful.”

There was no way around it; it was no secret that he was practicing Animagus, and if he didn't register it, it would be like giving others leverage against him.

In conclusion, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, he decided to become a legitimate Animagus.

Although the element of surprise was lost, it wasn't a significant loss.

Unless he always keeps it hidden, there will always be a time when he uses it in front of others.

"Let's go!" Eddie urged. "Let's go witness the birth of this school year's Quidditch champion!"

"What's the rush?" Roger said irritably.

He was fixing his hair in front of the mirror, each movement slow and deliberate.

“Oh, Roger,” Eddie patted him on the shoulder, “that’s not your fault.”

"Get out of here," Roger said irritably.

Ravenclaw Academy has lost its chance to compete for the championship and is ranked 3rd in the standings.

This made Roger feel a little bad.

Slytherin is ranked first and Gryffindor is ranked second, with a small difference in points between the two houses.

In other words, today, the champion of this academic year will be decided between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Scott knew that for Roger, witnessing someone else win a championship was always a sad thing.

Whether Slytherin or Gryffindor wins the championship, he probably won't be happy.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Ravenclaw has never been a strong team in Quidditch, and with the departure of older players this year and the lack of any standout new additions, the team's overall strength has already declined.

After being appointed to the position in a time of crisis, Roger took many measures, including training hard and establishing a tactical advisory group based on Scott's advice.

These efforts, while yielding some results, were not enough to propel the Ravenclaw team to the championship title.

Scott patted Roger on the shoulder. "Alright, bro, nobody's going to blame you."

When there's a gap in hard power, no matter how many tricks you come up with, it's useless.

These methods are merely icing on the cake, but even icing on the cake requires icing on the cake.

"I'm fine," Roger said in a muffled voice.

When the four arrived at the Quidditch stadium, the stands were already packed.

In addition to students from the four colleges and professors, many people from outside the university also came specifically to watch the competition.

The competition hadn't officially started yet, but the students from Gryffindor and Slytherin had already begun to compete with each other using their vocalizations.

Scott climbed onto the Ravenclaw stand, took out panoramic binoculars from his lizard-skin bag, and looked toward the main stand.

In the main stand, Dumbledore and Fudge sat together in the center, surrounded by Ministry of Magic officials and students' parents.

Interestingly, the parents of Slytherin and Gryffindor students also sat clearly on either side.

Old Malfoy and Mr. Weasley also arrived, one with a white head and the other with a red head, both conspicuous in the crowd. The two were exchanging unfriendly glances across the crowd.

Scott looked at them one by one and inadvertently spotted a few "familiar faces".

The Carroll siblings, sitting relatively conspicuously behind old Malfoy, and Mr. Bode, sitting in an inconspicuous corner, easily overlooked.

The Carol siblings were unaware of Scott's gaze through the binoculars, but Mr. Bode seemed to be sensitive to stares and immediately looked up at Scott.

Scott did not change his posture or movements.

He and Mr. Bode made eye contact for several seconds.

Even though it was through the binoculars, he was certain that the other person was looking at him.

Logically speaking, given the distance and the fact that Scott was sitting in a dense crowd, and that he wasn't the only one observing the main stand with binoculars, Mr. Bode shouldn't have been able to accurately determine who was observing him.

But Mr. Bode's gaze was fixed precisely on Scott.

This may not really prove anything.

But Scott still trusted his gut feeling.

This also further confirmed my previous speculations and the results of my arithmetic divination.

Sure enough, Mr. Bode is Mr. B.

He knew that this man must have observed and investigated him, that he knew some of his secrets, and that he wanted him to obey and be used by him.

However, Scott still didn't know what this man wanted him to do.