The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"By the way, I have some good news to tell you." Milton gently put down his knife and fork; he always ate very little.

Scott and the others stopped eating and turned to look at him.

“Of course, I plan to announce this formally when I get back to my dorm.” Milton smiled sheepishly. “I think that would feel more ceremonial.”

"Ok."

Scott and his two companions nodded without any objection.

Although Eddie was furious at Milton's suspenseful behavior, he didn't press the matter.

Countless similar experiences in the past had taught him not to try to change Milton's mind at this point. Milton was a romantic, and "ritual" was extremely important to him.

Scott had already guessed what good news Milton wanted to announce.

He noticed that on the long table in Hufflepuff, seventh-grader Gideon Cram was looking at Milton with an encouraging expression.

According to news reports previously circulated by Eddie, Gideon Clam had already become the bagpiper of the famous wizarding singing group "The Weird Sisters" during the previous school year.

Sure enough, after they had all eaten and drunk their fill and returned to their dormitories, Milton immediately and solemnly announced the "good news."

He, Milton Grevis, has successfully joined the "Quirky Sisters" vocal group as a prospective cellist and is planning to officially take the stage someday.

Upon hearing the news, Scott and Roger applauded enthusiastically to congratulate Milton, but Eddie asked curiously, "Milton, don't you like classical music? I remember you were a member of the Hogwarts Classical Music Club? Why did you join a rock band?"

"Oh, maybe you wouldn't understand, Eddie."

Milton let out a soft sigh, and the lively atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became subtle.

Milton sat on his bed, gently stroking the blue flannel canopy on his bed frame, and said with a touch of rapture, "Music is a feeling... an expression... Of course I know the difference between classical and rock music, but Eddie, I'll love any beautiful music... You know what... I'm trying to combine classical and rock music... I'm planning..."

Eddie was already regretting it. Milton was talking non-stop about his wildly imaginative ideas about music, but Eddie frowned and couldn't understand a word. So he kept sending pleading looks to Scott and Roger.

"Oh, excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

Scott picked up the basket containing toiletries and a change of clothes and quickly walked to the dormitory door. After opening the door, he turned around and looked at Milton with an encouraging gaze.

“Milton, I didn’t expect Eddie to become interested in music. I think you should let him experience more of the charm of music.”

“Maybe he’ll fall in love with music like you do later.” Roger cleverly followed behind Scott, carrying his basket.

"Yes, I will!"

Milton said with some excitement, his mint-green eyes sparkling.

"See you later."

Scott and Roger left the dorm room amidst Eddie's despairing gaze.

"Oh, poor Eddie! I hope he can achieve something under Milton's tutelage!"

On the way to the bathroom, Roger exaggeratedly clutched his chest and exclaimed loudly. Scott laughed along with him.

However, their laughter soon faded – when they returned to their dorm after showering, Milton's "music lesson" was still going on.

Perhaps encouraged, Milton became very enthusiastic, almost as if he wanted to express all his love for music.

At this moment, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes vacant, his expression blank, mechanically counting his ten fingers.

Scott felt he couldn't sleep in this atmosphere tonight, so he suggested to Milton, "Milton, what you're saying is too profound. Perhaps you could give us a more intuitive feel for it? I know you must have a lot of brilliant inspirations! Play it, and let us enjoy it."

As Scott spoke, he could feel the resentful look in Eddie's eyes.

But the proposal was still warmly welcomed by Roger and Eddie.

Milton hesitated for a moment, but with everyone's enthusiastic encouragement, he took out his cello.

A mini cello recital has begun.

Chapter 006 Magic Wand, Poor Newborn

The next day, Scott woke up very early.

His three roommates were still fast asleep, and Scott could hear their long, drawn-out breathing.

They went to bed a little late last night because the mini-concert went awry at the end.

Scott acknowledged that Milton was an inspired composer and cellist whose music was mostly amazing.

However, some of his inspirations are not easily accepted by others. Especially after he met the members of the "Weird Sisters" singing group, his inspirations went a little further and further astray.

At last night's mini-concert, Milton first played several of his new compositions, all of which were very beautiful and captivated Scott and his team.

Afterwards, Scott, Roger, and Eddie sincerely praised Milton's amazing musical talent.

Perhaps because of the excessive encouragement they gave him, Milton then played an experimental piece in which he was exploring new styles.

This piece of music is absolutely terrifying!

The expressions of Scott and his two companions slowly froze during the music, until someone knocked on the dormitory door, freeing them from that terrifying "devil's sound."

Milton's outburst was so terrible that students living in nearby dormitories came to protest – the horrible noise was disturbing their rest.

This dealt Milton a heavy blow.

This sensitive boy felt that his musical talent was unworthy of his friends' praise because his experimental work received only negative reviews.

He lost confidence and sat dejectedly on the windowsill of his dormitory, gazing at the moon and weeping.

As his roommates, Scott and the other two boys had to rack their brains to comfort him.

And so it wasn't until after midnight that Milton finally managed to compose himself and go to bed.

Scott also secretly vowed that he would never again encourage Milton to play in the dormitory.

That was a complete disaster.

At this moment, he took out his pocket watch from under his pillow and checked the time.

早上7：03，而学校的早餐时间是8：00～8：30，上课时间则是9：00。

He got out of bed and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

After washing up, he returned to his dorm room, changed out of his pajamas, put on his clothes and shoes, and then picked up his wand from beside his pillow.

This is a completely black wand, made of ebony and dragon nerves, and it is twelve and a quarter inches long.

Scott recalled that Mr. Ollivander, who sold him the wand, talked to him excitedly.

He said this jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, making it ideal for all kinds of combat magic and transmutation.

He also told Scott that owners of ebony wands are often unconventional, strong-willed, or comfortable being outsiders.

Therefore, the perfect match for an ebony wand is to be able to stick to one's beliefs and not easily waver in one's goals, no matter how much external pressure there is.

As for dragon wands, they typically generate the greatest power and are capable of uttering the most magnificent spells. Dragon wands tend to be learned much faster than other types.

If they can win loyalty from their former master, they can switch allegiance, but they always maintain a close bond with their current master.

Finally, he "predicted" that Scott would be a wizard whose goals were hard to shake, and that he would be very skilled in transfiguration and combat magic.

Scott still smiles when he thinks about buying his wand; he is very satisfied with it.

He turned his wand upside down and inserted it into the wand case that was fixed to the lining of his robe. Then he took a book of Standard Spells, Level 4, and a brand new notebook from the bookshelf by his bedside, picked up a quill pen from the pen holder, turned and walked out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

That morning they were to have a Charms class taught by Professor Felius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw. Scott decided to go to the common room before breakfast to preview the textbook.

To be honest, Professor Flitwick was initially a little disappointed in Scott because Scott's performance in Transfiguration class far surpassed that in Charms class.

Of course, Scott knew that the lovable little old man was just being stubborn with Professor McGonagall.

Ravenclaw students, however, excelled in the Gryffindor headmaster's class, which made him somewhat embarrassed.

After realizing that Scott's outstanding Transfiguration skills were due to his talent, and not because he was uninterested in other courses or lazy, he began to treat Scott with kindness and consideration again.

After they got to know each other better, he once joked with Scott, saying, "Mr. Troop has the personality that Hufflepuff likes and the Transfiguration talent that Gryffindors like, but he was sorted into Ravenclaw. This shows that intelligence is the most outstanding quality in you."

Scott replied sincerely, "...A good character makes one more popular, and good talent makes learning a subject easier, but only extraordinary intelligence can take a wizard further..."

In short, Professor Flitwick was very pleased with his answer and wished he could give him a perfect score on the spot.

But he obviously couldn't do that, so he ended up rewarding Scott with a book of spellcasting notes.

Those were notes that Professor Flitwick wrote himself a few years ago when he was organizing the basics of Charms.

Although a copy of the notebook is also kept in the library of the Ravenclaw common room, the one Professor Flitwick gave to Scott was the original, making it completely different in value.

Unlike a copy of a Muggle book, a magic notebook written by a powerful wizard himself often contains some magical elements.

The most fundamental function of this magic is to make it easier for the reader of the notes to understand what the author wants to convey.

Professor Flitwick was clearly still somewhat unwilling to accept that he had "lost" to Professor McGonagall. He hoped to stimulate Scott's interest in Charms through this method and then try to catch up with his progress in Transfiguration.

This notebook did indeed help Scott a lot later on.

After spending a lot of his spare time studying his notes carefully, he developed a solid foundation in spellcasting.

This led to significant progress in his studies of Charms.

Although it was still slightly less impressive than his performance in Transfiguration class, Professor Flitwick was already quite satisfied.

Therefore, although Scott was most talented in Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall helped him a lot, his favorite and most respected professor was still Professor Flitwick.

Scott walked through the deserted corridor, down the stairs to the common room, and found that the common room was not empty at this time.

A small boy was curled up on the large sofa by the fireplace, fast asleep.

They are freshmen who enrolled this year.

Scott didn't know why the freshmen were sleeping here so early in the morning, so he walked closer.

Although the boy was still asleep, his pale face, slightly swollen red eyes, and tear stains on his face indicated that he had been crying for a long time.

"Hey!"

Scott reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and the boy groggily opened his eyes.

"Freshman, why are you sleeping here? Did you get up too early because you were too excited?" Scott joked.

"I..." Tears welled up in the boy's eyes immediately, his voice trembling with sobs, "I've been sleeping here since last night..."

Scott frowned and asked him, "What happened?"

The boy said tremblingly, "They...they won't let me into the dormitory!"

Scott's brow furrowed even more.