The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Who would believe her? After all, she's a Slytherin."

"We might as well place our hopes on Dumbledore."

"Who can argue with that?"

"Speaking of which, I actually hope Dumbledore can take on the position of Minister of Magic..."

As more people left and no one echoed her sentiments, the woman who had been giving such a passionate "speech" finally shut up.

Just then, Ms. Rosmerta came out from behind the liquor cabinet carrying a plate of hamburgers.

“Beef burger.” She placed the plate in front of Scott. “Hopefully it’ll suit your taste. Of course, if you don’t like it, there’s nothing I can do. After all, this is a bar, not a restaurant.”

"Thank you."

Scott, who was already starving, didn't care whether it suited his taste or not, and grabbed a hamburger and started eating.

"What's going on here?"

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the bar, which had become much emptier, and seemed not to understand why her business had suddenly deteriorated.

Gap-toothed and wrinkled immediately fawned over the beautiful proprietress, each vying to tell her what had just happened.

Finally, the two began asking questions, "What do you think of those rumors, ma'am?"

Ms. Rosmerta's expression darkened after hearing this. She shook her head and refused to answer.

“People come to bars just to have a drink and relax. There are many things that shouldn’t be discussed in a cheerful setting,” she said with a smile. “Besides, I’m just an ordinary bar owner, and there are many things I wouldn’t dare to get involved in.”

Gap-toothed and wrinkled nodded repeatedly, looking as if they had heard the truth, and did not forget to praise Ms. Rosmerta's wisdom, fully and vividly demonstrating the shape of a sycophant.

Just then, the brass bell hanging on the bar's wooden door rang again.

Scott looked back...

It turned out to be Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Barbling.

Scott silently turned his head away and lowered his head to eat his hamburger.

Fortunately, the three professors did not approach the bar, but instead sat down at a small table near the bar.

"A butterbeer."

"A glass of mead."

"A glass of red currant rum."

The three of them ordered different drinks.

"Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Barbling."

Some people took the initiative to greet the three professors, but they were more interested in getting information from them.

"Professors, is there any new news?"

Has the mysterious man truly been resurrected?

"What is Dumbledore doing? Can he stop all this?"

Chapter 430 Sadness, Sweets, Communication

Since the three professors had already attracted everyone's attention in the bar, Scott didn't try to hide it. Instead, he turned around and looked at them openly.

Suddenly surrounded by a group of drinkers asking for information, Professor Flitwick looked visibly embarrassed, while Professors McGonagall and Barbling remained quite calm.

Or rather, Professor McGonagall was very calm, while Professor Barbling remained as indifferent as ever.

“We don’t know any more than you do,” Professor Flitwick said, “but…”

He hesitated.

“Yes, the Mysterio really has returned,” Professor McGonagall said solemnly.

Although they were mentally prepared, almost everyone present gasped in unison when they heard Professor McGonagall's affirmative statement.

"Really...really?"

Some people, perhaps unwilling to give up, still asked in a trembling tone.

Professor McGonagall nodded affirmatively. "Of course, Dumbledore has already fought him."

"What...what was the result?" The person asking the question trembled even more.

“The mysterious man has escaped, taking with him his dark wizards,” Professor McGonagall said gravely. “Of course, the Ministry of Magic has also captured a group of Death Eaters.”

"Ran away?"

Hearing her say that, the people around her breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great."

"We still have Dumbledore!"

"As expected, only Dumbledore could resist the Mystic!"

"Dumbledore never disappoints!"

People clung to Dumbledore's greatness as if he were a lifeline.

Even the gap-toothed wrinkle sitting next to Scott was no exception.

They even stopped bothering the still-attractive bar owner, Ms. Rosmerta, and decisively left the bar, raising their glasses to praise Dumbledore with the others, trying to get more information from Professor McGonagall.

Scott, chewing on his hamburger, watched the scene silently without participating.

Since not everyone gathers together in the bar, his choice is not considered unusual.

"What good is such praise? Dumbledore is just one person after all; he can't save everyone."

Upon hearing Ms. Rosmerta speak softly, Scott turned around and looked at her with some surprise.

Ms. Rosmerta served the three professors the drinks they had ordered, and then returned them.

She leaned lazily against the bar, propping her chin up with one hand, and winked at Scott.

What do you think, boy?

“I don’t really understand.” Scott looked confused. “I was too young during the last war to remember much.”

Ms. Rosmerta laughed.

Although a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes as she smiled, she strangely did not look old.

“If you can, go abroad. This time it might be even more chaotic than last time,” she told Scott. “Maybe my bar won’t even be open for many more days.”

“Thank you for your suggestion,” Scott said politely.

"You're welcome."

Lady Rosmerta withdrew her gaze, waved her wand, and slowly rinsed the wine glass.

Scott then turned his attention back to the three professors.

Professor McGonagall had just revealed shocking news, but now she refused to speak.

Professor Flitwick wasn't good at saying no, so he could only engage in awkward small talk with those people.

Just then, the witch in the wide-brimmed hat who had been loudly singing hymns to Medea stood up.

She pushed the others aside and staggered to the three professors' desks.

“I know more than you do,” she said, somewhat indignantly. “Just last night! Lady Slytherin also fought with the Man of Darkness, and that’s why Dumbledore was able to win against him!”

All three professors looked up at her but said nothing.

Why aren't you saying anything?

The witch seemed a little drunk and became somewhat aggressive.

Before the professors could react, someone nearby said discontentedly, "Who knows if what you're saying is true or false?"

“Of course it’s true!” the witch retorted in a shrill voice, even beginning to scream, “Because my husband is there! He’s dead! He was killed by the mysterious man!”

The bar fell silent again, and everyone stared at her in shock.

"he died!"

The witch's wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

"Shut up, Natalie, we should go."

An old wizard with gray hair emerged from the crowd, grabbed the witch's arm, and tried to drag her away.

The witch did not resist, but as she moved away with the old wizard's force, she began to scream.

"Only Lady Slytherin can save the wizarding world... Waaah..."

The old wizard immediately reached out and covered the witch's mouth.

He called out to Ms. Rosmerta, "Sorry, Rosmerta, we'll settle the bill tomorrow."

“It’s alright,” Ms. Rosmerta readily agreed.

"Let me go!"

The drunken witch began to struggle violently.

“You’re drunk, Natalie. Don’t say those things anymore,” the old wizard advised her with a bitter expression.

"Let me go, Dad!"

As the witch struggled, her wide-brimmed hat fell to the ground.

Her face was filled with sorrow as she screamed hysterically, "If that's not true, if Lady Slytherin can't save us, then what's the point of my husband's choices and his death! I'll tell everyone he was right!"

After shouting these words, she seemed to lose all her strength in an instant, unable to stand up, and collapsed to the ground.

The old wizard didn't speak, silently picked up her hat, drew his wand, and used a teleportation spell to take her away.

Everyone in the bar watched the strange father and daughter leave in silence, then looked at each other and no longer gathered around the three professors' table.

Scott keenly sensed the change in atmosphere.

He inexplicably understood everyone's feelings.

When they heard the news of the mysterious man's return, everyone was filled with fear and unease, but it also felt somewhat unreal. Now, the witch who went hysterical because of her husband's death has laid the reality of war and death before them.