The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"It was our ingenuity that led us to discover its true purpose!"

Scott didn't mention that he hadn't just praised them, but instead exclaimed, "Great! With this, our operation will go much more smoothly."

Then he began to recount his earlier conversation with Ms. Gray.

George and Fred listened with great interest.

After repeating what Ms. Grey had said, Scott told them, “From what Ms. Grey said, it is not difficult to deduce that the so-called ‘Slytherin successor’ must be a fake, and that he appeared fifty years ago and killed a Ravenclaw Muggle student.”

At this point, George and Fred became somewhat serious, realizing that the petrification of the cat and the killing of the student were two different things.

“Fifty years ago?” George analyzed. “If this was also done by the same person from fifty years ago, then we have very few suspects.”

“There weren’t many people at Hogwarts fifty years ago, and…” Fred shook his head, “none of them seemed like the type to do this kind of thing.”

“It seems my idea of ​​spying on Slytherin students was a bit of a disaster,” George said, shrugging.

Scott said, "No, everyone is a suspect."

"This operation might be carried out by the same person from fifty years ago, or perhaps by his descendants, or maybe that person used magic to control a student—anything is possible," he explained.

Fred's eyes widened, and he lowered his voice, saying, "The Imperius Curse?"

"Maybe."

Scott smiled, half of his face illuminated by the dim candlelight, the other half hidden in darkness, making him look somewhat frightening.

Seeing that the twins looked somewhat serious, he reassured them, "Don't worry, my first test plan will be completely safe."

"Oh! You haven't told me what the plan is!" Fred immediately perked up again.

Scott chuckled again and said, "I want to imitate their approach. Let's assume that the guy operating in the shadows is very concerned about his title of 'Slytherin's heir,' and think about it..."

He guided George and Fred, "If we add a new 'message' next to the other person's 'message,' what should we write to completely enrage that person? Something that would make them want to destroy our 'message'?"

"So that's how it is!"

George and Fred exchanged a glance, and the two began to rub their hands together in anticipation.

“Oh! This is definitely something we excel at!” they said confidently.

Scott nodded. "I've already spoken with Eddie. He'll be responsible for getting the new 'message' spread throughout the school as quickly as possible by tomorrow morning. And I'll be responsible for making the 'message' more secure, ensuring it won't be destroyed by ordinary students."

At this point, he took a manual film camera from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist and placed it on the old school desk.

"Finally, it's about monitoring and recording who might sabotage the 'messages'."

……

Chapter 056 The Shocking Twins

“How can we make the ‘message’ so that it won’t be vandalized by ordinary students?” Fred asked George, turning to him.

George shook his head. "All I know is that carving words directly on the wall won't work; we can't destroy the castle."

“That’s right, Hogwarts Castle is a whole,” Scott said. “The magic contained in this castle is so immense that our magic cannot leave a mark on any of the walls.”

Fred asked curiously, "Like that message that appeared on the wall tonight? I noticed the words were still flashing. What kind of spell did 'Slytherin Heir' use?"

"I do not know either."

Scott had no idea what magic Tom Riddle, in the Horcrux of the diary, had used to manipulate Ginny and leave glowing words on the wall.

He began to explain his method: “I plan to use a permanent sticking spell to stick the letters to the wall. I happened to have seen this spell in a book before, and I even consulted Professor Flitwick.”

He said, "This doesn't count as damaging the walls, so it won't trigger the castle's magical reaction."

"It's that simple?" Fred was somewhat surprised.

“Simple, yet effective,” Scott said with a smile. “Things that are stuck together with a permanent seal are always very difficult for people to separate.”

George nodded in agreement. “That’s a good idea. That’s how my dad stuck our magic clock on the wall. It’s a shame we don’t know the spell yet, otherwise I would have glued Percy’s mouth shut forever.”

Fred said, "Oh! I suspect Percy knows the spell too; he's already stuck that prefect's badge firmly to his robes!"

“Alright, you can’t do that, or Mrs. Weasley will glue your hands and feet together,” Scott said, amused.

"Have you thought of what to write to anger the heir?" he asked.

Fred raised his hand in a mocking manner and said, "Slytherin is an old monkey, a big idiot?"

“I think you’re the idiot.” George slapped Fred’s raised hand away. “This will enrage everyone in Slytherin, including the old Bat! How are we supposed to identify our targets then?”

Fred stubbornly raised his hand again and said, "So, the heir to Slytherin is an idiot?"

“No,” George said with a laugh, “it should be written like this—Fool! The Slytherin line is nearly extinct, and the last madman of the Gaunt family is in Azkaban!”

"How did you know?" Fred looked at him with some surprise.

“Oh! My parents mentioned it in a casual conversation. The Gaunt family is now reduced to just one madman locked up in Azkaban.” George smiled smugly.

Scott told George, “Good, but not enough. We should attack what the other side cares about most.”

"What do you care about most?" George thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Bloodline. Guys who worship Slytherin must care about pure blood the most."

Scott gave a strange smile and said slowly, "I think it should be written like this—Shocking! The last madman of the Gaunt family has fathered an heir with a Dementor in Azkaban."

"Wow!"

George and Fred were both shocked, looking at Scott with curiosity and a rather amused expression.

Scott nodded to himself, quite pleased with the lessons he had learned from the UC Shock Department in his previous life.

He then took out a roll of wire, placed it on the table, and cast a simple transmutation spell on the wire with his wand.

The wire twisted automatically, quickly forming a line of connected characters.

[Shocking! The last madman of the Gaunt family fathered an heir with a Dementor in Azkaban.]

Scott looked at his work; each letter was as big as his palm. He nodded in satisfaction.

Fred stared at the words with shining eyes, exclaiming dramatically, "Oh! Scott, you're so wicked!"

"This is terrible! We actually lost this time!" George wiped away imaginary tears from his face.

Scott stood up and said helplessly to the two guys who were busy clowning around, "Hurry up, we need to get moving. I'll stick this thing on the wall after we get out, and you guys will keep watch for me."

"no problem."

George and Fred immediately stood up and gave him an awkward bow.

George picked up the Marauder's Map from the table, his expression suddenly changing. "Damn it! When did that old man Filch show up there?"

Fred leaned closer. "He's standing there motionless. Looks like he's going to stay there and catch the killer for his cat?"

"Filch? It seems we'll just have to wait."

Scott sat back down and took out several small mirrors from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist.

He told the twins, "Fortunately, we still have some preparations to make."

"What is this, a mirror?" Fred picked up a mirror, looked at himself, and then looked at Scott with a puzzled expression.

"This is for the camera."

Scott reached out and patted the camera.

“We can’t hide nearby and take pictures. If we are discovered, that person probably won’t come out.”

“I was just about to say that,” Fred said, puzzled. “Why use a camera? Couldn’t we just arrest the guy directly?”

Scott looked at George, the more composed of the twins, and said, "I don't recommend doing that, because we might not be able to beat them. We just need to get the evidence and then hand it over to the professors to deal with."

George reached out and patted Fred, who was somewhat unconvinced. "I agree with Scott."

“Professor? Didn’t you say that the ‘successor’ appeared fifty years ago? Perhaps even the professor isn’t credible,” Fred said deliberately.

"Is Dumbledore untrustworthy either?" George patted him again.

"Alright alright."

Fred was still somewhat disappointed that he couldn't catch the killer himself, but since George had agreed with Scott's statement, he had no choice but to accept it.

“You haven’t told me how to do this yet, Scott.” He held up the mirror in his hand.

"It's very simple."

Scott used his Transfiguration to create an outer shell, put the mirror inside, and made a simple periscope, which he then handed to Fred so he could experience it for himself.

Fred tried it out and immediately became excited. "Oh! This is Muggle magic?"

Scott was somewhat surprised. Periscopes were not a modern invention; did the wizards not even know that?

He briefly explained the principle of a periscope, then picked up a live map and began searching for the best location to install a camera.

Only after accurately estimating the location and distance could he begin constructing the mechanism that allowed him to take photos around bends.

Of course, he didn't plan to stay there from the second day onwards.

If Tom Riddle had acted during their class or waited until night, it might have prevented him from capturing evidence.

Therefore, he also needs a device that allows the camera to take pictures automatically.

……

Chapter 057 Everything is ready

That night, Scott and the Weasley twins waited until after 2 a.m. before they finally saw Filch leave on the Marauder's Map.

"Oh Merlin! That old bastard Filch is finally gone!" George, who had been half-asleep, immediately perked up and slapped Fred awake, who was dozing off.

Scott stood up from his chair and picked up his self-made "shocking headline".

"Let's go, we need to hurry."

He first dispelled the antidote he had placed on the classroom door, then reached out and opened it, asking in a low voice, "George, has Filch gone back to his office?"

“Yes, he has returned to his lair.” George shook the parchment in his hand.

"Don't worry," Fred yawned. "Right now, we're the only ones still moving on the map."

"very good."

Scott walked out of the empty classroom.