The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"The thought that I will never be able to walk into this common room again after I leave makes me very sad."

“It’s not just the common room,” Luna suddenly said. “You won’t even have many more chances to step into Hogwarts Castle.”

Penelope turned her head and looked at Luna expressionlessly.

Scott quickly added, "But if you can get a job at Hogwarts as a faculty member, you can come back here."

"Pfft." Penelope couldn't help but laugh again.

“I’m not angry.” She winked at Luna. “Although it sounds unpleasant, Luna is telling the truth.”

Luna smiled back at her.

Penelope added, "Besides, I won't be coming back unless Hogwarts needs a new teaching assistant, since I'm not qualified to be a professor."

“Perfect timing, Miss Glapland has already resigned,” Scott said.

Penelope rolled her eyes at him. "I didn't take the Fantastic Beasts Protection course."

Scott shrugged.

Penelope said, "Of course, if I'm not afraid of dying, maybe Professor Dumbledore would agree to hire a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who isn't very good at it."

"Let's forget about it," Scott shook his head.

Even when it comes to sending people to their deaths, they are selective about who gets chosen.

However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year was quite interesting. Sirius Black and Lupin took turns teaching it, each teaching for a semester, and that's how they got through the year peacefully.

"Penelope, where will you work after you graduate?" Luna asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” Penelope scratched her head in frustration. “There aren’t many positions available for us graduates in the British magical community.”

She tossed her hair and stood up abruptly.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant topics anymore."

She smiled and said something, then picked up the bottle and walked towards the small stage belonging to the choir.

No one was singing at that moment; Milton and a few classmates were playing instruments together.

Penelope walked straight onto the stage and casually handed the violinist a half-finished cup of butterbeer.

The violinist took the butterbeer, and the other musicians, influenced by him, stopped playing.

Everyone in the common room looked at Penelope, who was standing on the stage.

Penelope looked around at everyone in the room before speaking after a long while.

"I'm sorry, I felt like I had so much to say just now," she smiled gently, "but now I don't know exactly what to say..."

That's what she said, but she seemed to be really drunk, and she just stood on the stage and started rambling on.

She recounted her experiences during her seven years at Hogwarts and the friends she made.

She spoke in a rather disorganized manner, which did not seem to fit the impression people had of this shrewd and capable female prefect, but everyone listened attentively.

Penelope rambled on and on for a long time, until finally, seemingly sobering up, she stopped.

"I don't know why, but I feel like crying." She wiped her eyes.

Many girls present burst into tears, especially the seventh-grade girls.

The seventh-grade boys also had tears in their eyes.

"I am very grateful for this experience and will never forget these memories."

Penelope suddenly shouted.

"Finally, I want to say, long live Hogwarts! Long live Ravenclaw!"

"Long live Hogwarts! Long live Ravenclaw!" Many people joined in the chant.

Milton and several musicians played his composition, "Impressions of Ravenclaw".

The celebratory dinner lasted until late at night.

Penelope led the way, and almost every graduating seventh grader went on stage to say something.

That night, many people both cried and laughed.

Time flew by and it was the day before I was to leave school.

That evening, Hogwarts will hold its usual lively year-end banquet.

In the morning, not long after Scott got up, the Weasley twins, who couldn't wait any longer, had already run to the Ravenclaw common room.

Upon seeing Scott, Fred immediately smiled and said, "Good morning, Scott. We've come to borrow your large mirror."

“No problem,” Scott readily agreed.

As he turned away, he couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Are you two sure you want to play your work at the banquet, in front of the entire school?"

“Of course,” Fred replied without hesitation.

“It’s our work!” George tried to drag Scott into it.

Scott raised an eyebrow. "No, it's your work."

“Okay.” George shrugged.

Out of good intentions, Scott asked again, "You should be aware of the consequences, right? Many people won't be happy about it, including Professor McGonagall who trusted you before."

Fred and George's expressions changed slightly, as if they were somewhat shaken.

But they quickly gritted their teeth and became determined.

"We're already on holiday, and we'll be leaving Hogwarts tomorrow."

"No points were deducted, no confinement, no labor punishment, at most only a little criticism."

"So we are not going to change our minds."

"This is to amaze everyone!"

Scott really wanted to say, "You guys aren't about to graduate from seventh grade!"

But he had to admit that he was also somewhat eager to see that scene, so he lent the modified large mirror to the twins.

Fred and George said thank you and happily carried the mirror away.

Scott stretched and slowly walked down the tower, then slowly made his way towards the auditorium.

When Scott saw Harry in the distance from the first-floor corridor of the castle, he almost wanted to turn away.

But the next second, Ron and Hermione appeared behind Harry.

The moment Hermione saw Scott, her eyes widened, and she strode over aggressively.

"Good morning, Scott," Hermione said loudly, her tone somewhat curt. "How did your test go?"

“Feeling good, thanks for your concern,” Scott said with a smile.

Hermione's expression softened, perhaps because Scott's smile was friendly enough.

But she quickly pursed her lips, her serious expression mirroring that of Professor McGonagall.

"I'd like to discuss with you the issue we talked about before, about house-elves..."

"Let's go have breakfast first," Scott said with a smile, rubbing his stomach. "I'm a little hungry."

“Yeah, Hermione, we’re hungry too,” Harry chimed in from behind Hermione, winking at Scott.

Ron added, "Scott and Harry are right. I don't know what's so interesting about house-elves. Let's go."

Scott and Harry both looked at Ron.

Although the three boys present all expressed the same meaning, everyone could tell that only Ron was genuinely hungry.

He thus successfully drew the enemy's fire.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione turned around, staring sharply at Ron. "Don't forget, your breakfast was also made by those poor house-elves!"

Ron said unhappily, "You've been eating that food for three years now!"

“I didn’t know that before!” Hermione said angrily. “I tried to give them some money, but they refused!”

“I told you, don’t go against their nature!” Ron seemed angry too.

The two stared at each other and started arguing back and forth.

Scott looked at Ron, who was arguing heatedly, and was somewhat speechless.

While grateful that he drew away the firepower, Scott had to admit that he was a really naive and simple-minded kid.

Scott and Harry had to patiently persuade them for a while before they could stop arguing.

Hermione snorted at Ron, then looked at Scott again.

Scott immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Are you calm now, Hermione?" he quickly seized the initiative.

"Thank you, I'm calm," Hermione said curtly.

“That’s good.” Scott smiled. “I know what you’re trying to say, and you know my views. I don’t think either of us can convince the other, so let’s respect each other?”

"Hmph!" Hermione snorted again.

“I think it’s great, Hermione,” Harry said. “You can prove your point with your actions, and of course, Ron and I will help you.”

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at Ron.

Ron remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Scott recalled the commotion Hermione caused for the house-elves in the "original book" and the "vomit" badge she produced, and couldn't help but look at Harry with pity.

He's such a fool; he doesn't even realize what he's agreed to, and he's even dragged Ron into it.

“Of course.” Hermione smiled, pleased with Harry’s support. “I will prove it with my actions.”

He then gave Scott a provocative look.

“I’m really looking forward to it,” Scott said.

Honestly, he no longer dared to provoke this girl who was fiercely competitive, extremely meticulous, and highly proactive.

In short, let's just leave the issue of raising house-elves alone.