The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

But the exam process was not so smooth for others.

Many students can successfully conjure up small animals that can crawl into the pipes, but the animals they conjure up cannot move on their own and can only be controlled by the students themselves.

This has put many students who are still in the first stage of Transfiguration in a difficult situation.

Because the animals they conjure up only wander around in the pipes and can't accurately find the key to bring it out.

Scott's decisiveness may have caught the attention of the examiner, Ms. Marchban.

Seeing the witch, who was over 130 years old, walking shakily towards him, Scott quickly went to greet her.

“Hello, Ms. Machiban,” he greeted her politely.

Ms. Machiban looked at him carefully with her old, cloudy eyes.

"What a handsome boy." She smiled, her wrinkles smoothing out. "What's your name?"

“My name is Scott Trollope, madam.”

Ms. Machiban thought for a moment and then asked, "Does this surname come from a Muggle family?"

Scott nodded.

“That’s remarkable,” Mrs. Marchban said slowly. “My child, your performance reminds me of Albus back in the day, but you come from a Muggle family, and clearly, at this age, you are even better than him.”

"Thank you for your compliment," Scott said sincerely.

Ms. Machiban's smile widened.

"You're not being modest, that's good."

She continued speaking slowly.

“Over the years, people have regarded Albus as a myth, and students have not made any attempt to surpass his ideas, which I do not think is a good thing.”

She reached out a hand that looked as old as a withered twig and gently patted Scott's arm.

"Albus was indeed very powerful, but he was still just a man. In the eyes of an old man like me, he had lived too hard these past years. I don't want people to just rely on him; I only hope that children can surpass him."

She withdrew her hand, slowly turned around, and walked away unsteadily.

Scott looked at her hunched back, smiled, and turned to leave the examination room.

He himself didn't know if he could surpass Dumbledore, but he would try his best to do so.

Because he had no way out.

His future enemy will be Slytherin, and if he cannot surpass Dumbledore, he will have no choice but to die.

For the next period of time, Scott and his classmates took the exams one subject at a time, one day at a time.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy, Herbalism.

Ancient runes, divination, protection of magical creatures, arithmetic divination, Muggle research.

Scott did not take the exams for Divination and Muggle Studies, as he did not choose those subjects.

After 12 days, the exam is finally over.

There was no practical exam for the Muggle Studies course. On the last morning, after the written exam ended, cheers immediately erupted from the students in the auditorium.

Soon, the other students who hadn't taken the elective exam also cheered.

Then, like a virus spreading, cheers erupted throughout Hogwarts Castle.

The Wizarding Exams Administration staff withdrew from Hogwarts amidst cheers.

None of the Hogwarts professors stopped the students from partying.

Even Professor McGonagall, who was usually the strictest, watched the students' lively antics with a smile.

Professor Flitwick went on to announce to all Ravenclaws that a celebratory banquet would be held that evening in the common room.

At his suggestion, the Ravenclaws all got busy.

Scott and Professor Flitwick redecorated the common room together.

Professor Flitwick simply waved his wand, and the space in the common room expanded several times over.

Scott moved the sofas to the edge of the room and gathered all the wooden tables and chairs together to form a long table.

Professor Flitwick then added a blue tablecloth with a huge college emblem printed on it to the long table.

The girls brought out some ornate lamp bases and lit white scented candles.

Milton, along with members of the Classical Music Club and the Toad Choir, set up the instruments and a small stage.

The house-elves working in the kitchen enthusiastically brought over lots of delicious food.

Eddie sneaked into Hogsmeade through a secret passage and bought several cases of butterbeer.

As night fell, all the Ravenclaw students gathered together, along with Professor Flitwick and Helena, for a lively banquet.

Music, songs, laughter, and delicious food and butterbeer.

The seventh-year students, about to leave Hogwarts, toasted Professor Flitwick to express their deep gratitude and bid him a solemn farewell.

Professor Flitwick, who was always sentimental, was so moved that he kept wiping away tears.

He hugged each graduating student and offered them his best wishes for their future.

Scott and Luna sat together on the sofa, sipping smooth butterbeer and watching this touching scene.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Luna’s tone remained ethereal. “Tonight, the harassing flies are kept at bay.”

“You’re right,” Scott agreed.

Luna turned to look at him. "You'll graduate in two years."

“Two more years.” Scott nodded.

He's about to enter sixth grade.

For Hogwarts students, the final two years will mark a new phase.

“Two years is a short time,” Luna said softly. “I’ve been enrolled for two years now.”

Scott also turned to look at her.

“Although we all had a premonition,” he said softly, “I still hope that everyone can spend our student years peacefully.”

Luna turned her gaze to the moonlit window.

“The prophecy is about to come true,” she said confidently. “Professor Trelawney’s prophecy about the Thestrals.”

Scott's expression shifted, and he quickly recalled the prophecy he had almost forgotten.

Luna also spoke the contents of the prophecy: "Those dark stars will eventually return, and at the moment of transition between the old and the new, the resurrected witch will face a crisis."

“At the turn of the year,” Scott muttered. “The Ministry of Magic hasn’t announced any upcoming leadership changes. Could it be referring to the transition at Hogwarts?”

After all, the seventh graders are graduating this summer, and the new students will soon be enrolling.

Luna shook her head.

“No, I think the Ministry of Magic will get a new Minister of Magic, sometime during the summer vacation,” she said confidently.

Could something have happened to Fudge?

Scott was just guessing.

He told Luna, "You're becoming more and more like someone with a prophetic talent."

“Because when Professor Trelawney was giving her prophecy to the Thestrals, I saw her open her third eye,” Luna said.

"So you learned it?" Scott asked in surprise, "and also opened your third eye?"

“I think that’s it.” Luna nodded.

Is it that easy?

Scott thought.

Isn't this a bit hasty?

However, he did not doubt Luna's words, after all, he could understand from his own experience that talent is a very unreasonable thing.

That is the path he himself had walked.

No one but him could transform polymorphism into complex instant alchemy.

Luna added, "I can't predict like Professor Trelawney, but I can see when the prophecy will come true."

Upon hearing this, Scott looked at the girl with surprise and asked excitedly, "Is it a vague feeling or precise time?"

“A vague feeling,” Luna said. “I just have a premonition that what was predicted is about to happen, but I can’t tell exactly which day it will be.”

She put down the empty bottle and looked up at Scott.

“I’m sorry, Scott, my premonition about your prophecy is still very vague. But don’t worry, if I do get a feeling, I will tell you as soon as possible.”

Although it was a bit of a disappointment, Scott was still very happy.

“That’s already very good,” he said. “Thank you, Luna, this really helps me a lot.”

"You're welcome. I hope you'll be alright." Luna smiled happily.

Chapter 405 The Day Before Leaving Hogwarts

Scott and Luna were chatting when Penelope, with red eyes, walked over.

She casually sat down next to the two of them, picked up a bottle of butterbeer from the table, opened it, and took several large gulps with a rather bold attitude.

Scott looked at her with some surprise.

He never expected that this usually quiet and elegant female class leader would show such a side of herself.

"What are you looking at?" Penelope glanced at him sideways.

Scott chuckled. "Butterbeer doesn't have much alcohol, how did you get drunk?"

Penelope laughed when she heard this.

“I’m just a little sad,” she said softly. “I never knew I would be this sad when I left Hogwarts until this day came.”

She raised the bottle again and took a few more hearty gulps, then looked up at the star-studded deep blue ceiling of the common room, seemingly lost in thought.