The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Why must a powerful wizard become a paranoid?

Scott was quite distressed, having only just begun learning about these topics today.

But Rimbaud clearly did not understand his distress.

"If it were me, it would be easy to choose," it exclaimed. "My favorite is, of course, all the sparkly treasures that can decorate the nest!"

I'm so sorry...

Scott facepalmed.

He could not have the simple joy that Rimbaud possessed.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally could only say helplessly, "If nothing unexpected happens, I will still choose painting."

He stood up, clenching his fists.

"Hobbies can be cultivated, not to mention that I've always loved painting! I just need to rediscover it, my original pure love for painting!"

With this in mind, he took out his painting tools with high spirits and prepared to paint a picture.

No magic, no purpose, just pure enjoyment of the painting process.

"It's been a long time since this has happened."

At the door of the cabin, Scott, having set up his easel, observed the scenery outside, preparing to begin sketching.

He picked up a paintbrush and couldn't help but sigh.

It has indeed been a long time since I painted a picture this simply.

He enthusiastically mixed paints and meticulously painted a picture that satisfied him, a process he once enjoyed immensely, but he had forgotten about it at some point.

"This feeling..."

Scott brought a touch of summer forest green to the canvas with a single stroke and couldn't help but smile.

"...It's been a long time."

Chapter 432 A Request from William

For the next few days, Scott spent most of his time drawing.

It was originally a hobby shared across two lifetimes, and he quickly rediscovered the original joy in it, even becoming somewhat addicted.

He often carries his painting tools with him as he wanders through the forest, searching for satisfactory subjects to sketch.

Sometimes it's a landscape, sometimes it's a certain animal.

As time went by, more and more paintings were hung on the walls inside the wooden house.

It must be said that having a mentor like Ravenclaw is an immense blessing.

As Scott gradually found genuine enjoyment in painting, he received positive feedback in return.

His thinking became clearer, and he never lost control of his emotions again. Instead, he had an indescribable sense of clarity.

The feeling was mysterious, like tearing off a thin veil covering your eyes, or sweeping away the dust from your soul.

Of course, in addition to drawing, communicating with the Sailor's Astrological Chart is also a daily task.

A few days later, some more information was added to the incomplete star map.

In addition, he would also set aside some time each day to keep track of the general changes in the situation in the magic world.

This was mainly based on newspapers and information gathered by Rimbaud and the crows.

"There are more and more exciting things to watch."

It was another morning, and Scott put down the Daily Prophet.

The biggest news of the day was the resignation of Barty Crouch, the director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation.

His reputation is now highly controversial because he cannot explain why his son, Batty Crouch Jr., who should have died in Azkaban, has reappeared.

Moreover, the International Department of Magical Cooperation failed to elect a new director in a timely manner, leaving the department leaderless.

Scott was somewhat curious. Given the current turbulent and chaotic state of the British Ministry of Magic, the Triwizard Tournament, which was supposed to be jointly facilitated by the Ministries of Magic from several countries, might not be so easy to hold on time.

Not only in Britain, but also Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a member of the Triwizard Gang, will inevitably be affected now that Voldemort has been resurrected, because the headmaster is Karkaroff, a traitor to the Death Eaters.

But all of that is still a long way off...

Bringing his thoughts back, Scott quickly finished his breakfast on the table.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the room through the window and landed on the small dining table.

“You’re finally back.” Scott smiled. “How was it?”

Rimbaud shook his head.

"Apart from the wizards who hold positions in the Ministry of Magic and are still going to work as usual, there has been no news of Medea or other members of the All-Witchcraft Council appearing. Nobody knows where Medea is hiding now."

“That’s to be expected.” Scott was not surprised by the result.

Rimbaud added, "Voldemort and the Death Eaters have also fallen silent, but Voldemort should still be at Malfoy Manor."

"Voldemort didn't take any further action...?"

Scott tapped the table with his fingers.

He had originally wanted to see if Voldemort could find Medea.

"Who knows what those people are planning?" Rimbaud muttered.

Scott shrugged.

All he knew was that Ms. Burns' faction now held the dominant power in the Ministry of Magic.

Their idea was probably to elect a new minister as soon as possible and fully integrate their forces in order to strike at the other two factions.

Of course, Ms. Burns's faction was also severely lacking in strength.

Even with Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix added to the mix, those people would be busy enough just getting Azkaban, which had been betrayed by the Dementors, back on track.

Not to mention, they would need a large number of people to guard Azkaban after the Dementors left, to prevent Voldemort from launching another possible prison break.

Scott wasn't too optimistic about it.

Unless Dumbledore can stay by Azkaban's side at all times, no one can stop Voldemort once he strikes again.

If Scott were to make the decision, he would choose to either execute the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban or render them completely incapable of fighting.

Just like he did to Mr. Bod, he turned them all into idiots with a simple and brutal forgetting spell.

As Scott was pondering this, Rimbaud delivered another piece of news.

"By the way, it seems your headmaster, Dumbledore, has gone abroad."

"Going abroad?"

“I heard people discussing… how should I put it, oh I remember, it’s that the International Federation of Wizards is about to hold a meeting.”

"International Federation of Wizards?"

The International Confederation of Wizards is an intergovernmental organization in the wizarding world, roughly equivalent to the United Nations in the Muggle world.

Scott didn't know much about this, only that Dumbledore was the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

He thought about it and realized that this was something that hadn't appeared in the "original work".

Of course, he couldn't figure it out either.

"Forget it, I'll go sketching instead."

Scott slung his easel over his shoulder, picked up his toolbox, and then rode off on his flying broomstick.

This time, he chose the cliff where he buried the Animagus potion as his sketching location.

However, just as he and Rimbaud reached the cliff, they encountered an uninvited guest—

An owl responsible for delivering messages.

Scott reached out and took the letter, only to find it was another letter in a blank envelope.

Scott, wary of this, chose to entrust the task of opening the letter to the transfiguration artifact.

However, it was just an ordinary letter.

However, the person who sent him the letter surprised Scott.

The letter was sent by William Brown, a Ravenclaw graduate three years ahead of Scott.

William, who once aspired to be a lawyer, joined the All Witchcraft Society after graduation and participated in the battle in Azkaban that night.

Of course, William was lucky and didn't lose his life.

Scott and William originally had a good relationship, but they later had a falling out.

Scott invites William to defend Hagrid in one of his cases, but William tries to lure Scott to Medea with a letter containing a hidden trap.

Although it was somewhat strange that William would write to himself, Scott skimmed through the very short letter.

William wanted to see him again.

However, this time the meeting took place in London, on Muggle territory.

Scott looked at the writing on the parchment and rubbed his temples.

To demonstrate his harmlessness this time, William even wrote down his home address and used a pleading tone in the letter.

This made Scott, who had originally planned to ignore it, hesitate.

He wasn't afraid that William was deceiving him; whether it was William's house or not, he only needed to investigate secretly to find out.

After some thought, Scott quickly made a decision.

Although it was a bit risky, it wasn't a big problem; he needed to get some news about Medea from William.

"Let's go to London."

Having made the decision, Scott stood up and put his drawing board and toolbox into the lizard skin bag.

He then transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew with Rimbaud toward London.