The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

After the three of them sat down, they first opened the song list in their hands and looked at it.

After listening to the others talking quietly for a while, Roger lowered his voice and spoke to Scott and Professor Flitwick.

"They were all very curious about Milton, wondering why he would receive such recognition from a famous musician."

“They’ll understand soon enough,” Professor Flitwick said with pride. “I’ve always known that Milton is an absolute genius.”

Just then, Scott suddenly frowned.

“A wizard has come in,” he whispered a warning.

At the same time, he counted the quantity he perceived.

There are three wizards in total.

"Where?" Roger looked like he really wanted to see but was too afraid to turn his head.

“Relax,” Professor Flitwick patted his hand. “Maybe they’re just music lovers too.”

“There are two unfamiliar magical powers, but the other one is Mr. Grevis,” Scott said in surprise, “Milton’s father.”

After saying this, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Professor Flitwick and Roger both widened their eyes slightly.

Those who understood the Grevis family dispute were just as surprised as Scott.

Scott casually glanced back and met the eyes of a man he didn't recognize.

Although his appearance had changed, he was certain that it was Mr. Grevis.

He appears to have altered his appearance using compound decoctions or some other means.

Moreover, Mr. Grevis clearly saw Scott and his group, and was even watching their backs.

However, when the two looked at each other just now, Mr. Grevis did not react at all, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Scott also looked away.

But at this moment, his mind was far from calm; in fact, he was extremely surprised.

The reason was not Mr. Grevis in disguise, but the lady sitting next to him behaving intimately.

Scott was certain that it wasn't Grevis's current wife, Mrs. Zabini, because the woman didn't possess any magic; she was a Muggle.

This realization reminded Scott of another person: Milton's mother.

How is this going?

Or, if that woman really is Milton's mother, then what are these two up to?

If this is true, then all of Milton's efforts and tears all this time have become a complete joke.

Even Scott would feel sorry for him!

It's worth noting that Milton had previously stated that he wanted to become famous so that his mother could see his name wherever she was.

"What's wrong?" Roger nudged Scott with his elbow. "You look terrible."

I'll tell you later.

Scott replied to him first, then wrote a word on Professor Flitwick's hand with his finger.

Professor Flitwick knowingly flicked his finger, silently casting a spell.

Scott then leaned close to his ear and told him about his findings and speculations.

"Don't react yet, Scott. Your guess may not be correct," Professor Flitwick said calmly. "Of course, I will speak with Mr. Grevis after Milton has successfully finished his concert."

It seems that this is the only way.

Scott also hoped that Milton's first solo recital would be a success.

He nodded, indicating his agreement with the professor's statement.

Professor Flitwick then moved his fingers again, dispelling the spell.

Roger, though curious, kept glancing at Scott, but wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Not long after, the concert began.

Without any further introduction, Milton, dressed in a formal suit, walked onto the stage alone.

He bowed to the audience, then sat down and began to play.

The deep, resonant sound of the cello filled the air, its melodious tone instantly captivating everyone's attention.

It is "Impression, Ravenclaw".

Scott felt that perhaps he wasn't reacting much because he was too familiar with it, but he clearly saw that many people in the room had expressions of amazement and surprise on their faces.

Milton's performance was nothing short of phenomenal.

Scott quickly snapped out of his reverie and immersed himself in the familiar music.

As soon as the piece ended, applause erupted in the concert hall.

Milton on the stage opened his eyes and seemed somewhat surprised and at a loss after seeing this reaction.

But amidst everyone's encouraging gazes, a smile appeared on his face.

He stood up, bowed, and sat down again to begin playing the second piece.

Scott, sitting in the audience, also smiled.

He thought that now no one would be curious about why that famous musician admired Milton.

It's all because the boy on stage, who looks a bit thin and immature, is an absolute genius. That's the only reason.

His playing has already deeply touched people's hearts, not to mention his undeniable creative talent.

Milton played one piece after another, and after each piece, applause rang out in the concert hall, each round more enthusiastic than the last.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps because a musician was present, Milton's usual devilish voices, which defied common understanding, did not appear at this recital.

At the same time, the unease and helplessness on Milton's face had completely disappeared; he was now completely immersed in his musical world.

He was playing a piece called "Hidden Motherly Love".

The cello's sound was plaintive and sorrowful.

Unease, longing, gratitude, yearning, and love.

Milton completely opened his heart through music, moving the entire audience.

But perhaps because of something still weighing on his mind, Scott was unable to fully immerse himself in the experience.

He turned his head again, seemingly casually, to look in Mr. Grevis's direction.

Despite his unfamiliar appearance, Mr. Grevis remained seated upright, his face seemingly expressionless.

But the woman sitting next to him was trembling and in tears.

Scott looked away, feeling a lump in his throat.

He was somewhat taken aback; he had never known he could feel such empathy before.

Perhaps that's the magic of music, he thought.

Scott blinked, suppressing the surge of emotions welling up within him.

Looking again at Milton, who was playing with his eyes closed under the lights, Scott's emotions were particularly complex.

Whatever the couple's predicament might be, he thought they must have chosen the wrong path.

Scott didn't even know how to handle the situation.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's family affairs, but Milton was his friend. If the Greviss didn't want to tell the truth, was he just going to watch Milton remain in the dark?

No matter what you do, it seems like it would be cruel to Milton.

The usually decisive Scott found himself in a difficult dilemma.

Just then, Professor Flitwick patted his hand.

Scott turned his head and saw Professor Flitwick's wise and gentle eyes, and he couldn't help but calm down.

He couldn't help but think how wonderful it was to have such a reliable elder present at this moment.

Even though he has memories of his past lives, he's still far too inexperienced compared to Professor Flitwick.

Milton performed 10 of his own compositions at the recital. When the last piece, "Hogwarts," was finished, Milton rose and bowed deeply, which was met with thunderous applause.

Even the entire audience stood up, and many looked at Milton as if he were a precious gem.

He has achieved the greatest success.

Scott clapped enthusiastically, overjoyed for his friend but also unable to suppress his worry.

As the show ended, Scott turned back again.

He saw Mr. Grevis walking out arm in arm with the lady.

The woman who kept crying kept turning back.

Milton, however, was already surrounded by a group of enthusiastic young musicians and did not notice them.

"They're leaving."

Scott reminded him somewhat anxiously.

But being anxious was useless; most of the audience was leaving in an orderly fashion, and Professor Flitwick couldn't even see the person he was pointing to.

They didn't like being in a crowd, so they could only move outwards with the flow of the crowd.

When they finally left the concert hall, Mr. Grevis and the lady had vanished without a trace, and even Scott's magical perception could not detect their presence.

“It’s alright, Mr. Grevis will still be working at the Ministry of Magic,” Professor Flitwick said, but his expression was rather grim.

Just then, Scott suddenly realized that the other two unfamiliar wizards, whom he had been distracted by, were gradually approaching him.

Chapter 416 A Sudden Attack in a Foreign Land

Scott stopped, reached into his pocket and grasped the wand hidden in his pocket, then turned and stared directly at the two wizards who were hidden in the crowd and were approaching step by step.

They were two ordinary-looking men, dressed in ordinary clothes, with even ordinary hairstyles and stubble on their chins, who would have been inconspicuous in the crowd.