The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Ron then showed a look of sudden realization.

Harry's expression was almost synchronized with hers, but he concealed it first, so Hermione wouldn't notice.

Only Scott and the twins noticed this and couldn't help but laugh.

But they only laughed silently for a while before their laughter stopped.

The usually lively twins had rather somber expressions on their faces, and Scott couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Thinking back to that scene, it still feels surreal.

The whole thing sounds unbelievable.

One hundred thousand people were actually suppressed by one person.

Almost no one dared to stand up and resist.

"Why did that happen?" Harry asked. "Why didn't everyone stand up against that guy? Even Voldemort would have run away if he were pointed at by a hundred thousand wands!"

He frowned, seemingly still unable to understand.

Hermione said, "Everyone thinks that as long as you don't get chosen by that person, everything will be fine."

“Those foreigners don’t have a deep understanding of the Mysterious Man and may have a detached, spectator attitude,” Scott said. “As for the British… for a long time, many British wizards have been terrified by the name of the Mysterious Man.”

Scott glanced at the other people in the room.

Just look at their generation and you'll understand, especially the children born into wizarding families. From a young age, they were instilled with the concepts of Voldemort's evil, brutality, and invincibility by their parents, which can be described as a childhood trauma, making them terrified of the word.

This shows that the fear of Voldemort among the previous generation of parents was also very real.

Only a few people can muster the courage to fight against the Dark Lord.

Scott's gaze lingered on Harry.

“I think it was already amazing that you had the courage to stand up back then, Harry.”

Everyone else agreed with him.

But Harry became embarrassed under the gaze of the others.

“I didn’t think that much about it, and of course I was scared,” he said. “But I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hide and watch other people get killed because of me.”

Ron smiled and patted him on the shoulder again.

"You did a fantastic job, brother. I think a hundred thousand wizards from all over the world have already remembered your name!"

Harry shook his head, blushing.

“Of course, it was the World Cup final, and there were many reporters there,” Fred said.

“Just wait, I think Scott, who will save everyone alongside Dumbledore, will also become a big star!” George said with absolute certainty.

Scott didn't blush like Harry; he remembered what Dumbledore had said.

"Magic is the power of belief."

This was a hint that Dumbledore specifically gave him.

as well as……

"No one should be afraid of him; everyone should call him by his name, Voldemort."

This is something Dumbledore said in the "original book," although I don't remember the exact words, but that's the gist of it.

Maybe……

It is precisely because everyone fears Voldemort that Voldemort is invincible.

It was precisely because Dumbledore was never afraid of Voldemort that he was the only person Voldemort feared.

While this conjecture is unscientific, it is undoubtedly magical.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but voice his guess.

“Well said, Scott.”

Dumbledore walked into the room at that moment.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

The people in the room looked at him with surprise and delight.

Fred quickly stood up and made way for Dumbledore to sit on his bed.

"Sorry, I've been eavesdropping on your conversation for a long time," Dumbledore said to them with a chuckle, like a playful old man.

They all looked at him in surprise.

“Oh…” Scott hadn’t expected it either. “My magic hasn’t recovered yet, so I couldn’t sense it.”

Dumbledore looked even happier.

“Professor, aren’t you…aren’t you busy?” Harry asked softly.

Dumbledore shook his head. "The officials in the Ministry of Magic are all working hard, and I'm just a headmaster who cares about the students. It's summer vacation now, so there's not much for me to do."

Scott thought that although no one present refuted him, no one would believe the old principal's feigned madness.

“I am very pleased that you are all intelligent children,” Dumbledore continued cheerfully. “Especially you, Scott, you have spoken on a question that most adult wizards have not been able to understand. Only you have seen the true nature of Voldemort.”

Scott asked in surprise, "Are you serious? Voldemort can draw power from people's fear?"

Upon hearing his question, the others realized what he meant and their expressions changed drastically.

"How is this possible?" Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth.

“You could say that,” Dumbledore blinked. “When people fear Voldemort, they lose the power to fight him. When no one is afraid to face him, Voldemort can no longer wreak havoc.”

His statement was somewhat ambiguous, neither confirming nor denying Scott's speculation.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “Perhaps tonight was the best chance to defeat Voldemort. If everyone here could muster their courage, even if each of them only cast the simplest Stunning Curse, Voldemort, who calls himself the Dark Lord, would not be able to resist.”

After saying these somewhat enigmatic words, he told Scott to get some rest, and then left the room.

Harry hurriedly followed behind him.

The room was quiet as everyone pondered what Dumbledore had just said.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and Harry ran back.

He said to everyone, "Dumbledore has left the Burrow again. I didn't get to say much to him. He's really busy."

Ron guessed, "Maybe he was just worried, so he came to check on Scott."

After Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the room, Fred took out his [magic camera].

“I secretly filmed what happened today,” he told Scott and George. “Adding that to the footage stored in Scott’s [magic mirror], we can edit together the whole thing.”

“Oh, you want to…” George’s eyes widened.

“No, I’m still thinking about it,” Fred said.

“Forget it,” Scott said. “One hundred thousand people have witnessed this; it’s common knowledge. Not only is it not worth selling, it might even put us in danger.”

Furthermore, the scene of 100,000 people being suppressed by one person, if spread, might only further amplify Voldemort's terror and undermine people's confidence.

“You’re right.” Fred nodded. “It seems that this footage can only be shown to everyone as history once we have completely defeated the Dark Lord.”

Scott didn't dwell on the issue; he suddenly remembered that he could use his cell phone to call Roger's house.

But after trying, he discovered that he couldn't use his phone at all inside the magical Burrow.

Fortunately, he had regained some strength, so with the help of Fred and George, he left the Burrow and finally got through to Roger's house.

The phone rang for quite a while before it was answered.

The person who answered the phone was Roger's mother, Mrs. Davis.

Mrs. Davis told Scott that Roger was receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Although he endured unbearable pain, there was not much danger.

Scott finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Davis, being a Muggle, couldn't go to St. Mungo's to be with Roger. Fortunately, Mr. Davis had explained the situation to her by returning home through the fireplace, which eased her anxiety.

After hearing Mr. Davis recount the events of that time, Mrs. Davis was extremely grateful to Scott after learning his identity and expressed her deepest thanks.

Scott noticed her unease, so he talked to her for a long time and said many comforting words.

After hanging up the phone, Scott couldn't help but feel relieved for Roger.

Of course, there's also Eddie. Luckily, Mr. Davis stepped in to protect him, otherwise who knows what might have happened.

If Voldemort had attacked Eddie directly, even with Rimbaud's speed, he might not have been able to catch up.

After finishing the call, Scott was about to have Fred and George help him back when he turned around and saw Luna running towards him from a distance.

"Scott!"

Luna ran up to Scott, panting.

“We heard about what happened in the World Cup final today, so I had my father bring me back. Of course, I wanted to find you, and my father asked Mr. Weasley, which is how I found out you were at the Burrow!”

She looked up at him, and as she spoke, she reached out and gently took Scott's hand.

"Thank goodness you're alright." She looked at the twins again. "I mean, you're both alright, right?"

“Thank you, Luna, we’re all fine,” Scott said with a smile.

Fred and George didn't answer, but they secretly patted Scott on the back.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

A coughing sound rang out, and Scott looked up to see a wizard walking up behind Luna.

His attire looked somewhat comical, with cotton candy-like white hair piled on his shoulders, tassels on his hat hanging down to his nose, and a brightly colored robe on his body.

More importantly, his face looked rather grim, his slightly crossed eyes were fixed on Scott's hand, which Luna was holding, and he was coughing incessantly.

"Hello."

Scott gave him a friendly smile.

"Luna".

The wizard's expression darkened further. He ignored Scott and called out to Luna.