The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

But he was also even more shocked.

"I remember! At the time, everyone concluded that it was just a theoretical conjecture, but it was too difficult to implement in practice, and it was almost impossible to achieve!"

He looked at Scott with a completely new perspective.

"But you did it, you turned the impossible into the possible."

Scott nodded. "This is the product of combining polymorphism with rune circuits."

By this time, the other students in the classroom had realized what was happening and began discussing Scott's achievement.

Most students understand the difficulty of combining the power of Transfiguration with the power of runes.

Even with examples right before their eyes, they still couldn't believe that anyone could do that.

As a result, many people began to ask Professor McGonagall questions.

“It’s true, Trollope really did it,” Professor McGonagall affirmed. “His talent in Transfiguration is beyond question.”

“It seems there’s no need for us to compete,” Cedric said to Scott with a wry smile.

Scott glanced at the sailfish wagging its tail in the water and said to Cedric, "Its fighting ability hasn't been tested yet, but it would be great if you could help."

Is that so?

Cedric seemed to have taken a liking to it.

"Then let me help you."

As he spoke, he threw out some more wooden blocks, turning them all into identical hunting dogs.

"Go."

He waved his hand, and the eight hunting dogs sprang into action.

Scott looked at the eight hounds that moved with practiced ease and perfect coordination, and said approvingly, "It seems you've made great progress as well, Cedric."

Cedric had regained his usual composure. "Although I'm still insignificant compared to you, I haven't stood still."

The black hounds moved like the wind and quickly surrounded the water sphere floating in the air.

Then the hounds lowered their bodies, bared their teeth, and growled.

Instead of launching a rash attack, they moved slowly, observing the situation.

The sailfish in the center of the water sphere was no longer leisurely swimming around.

It stopped swimming, its long, sword-like upper jaw aimed at one of the hounds.

As it swung its tail, everyone saw a blur before their eyes, and the sailfish had moved to the edge of the water sphere, its long, sword-like upper jaw piercing straight through the body of a hunting dog.

The two nearby hounds rushed over, but the sailfish had already shaken off the hound that had been pierced and returned to the center of the water sphere in the next second.

The pierced hound instantly turned back into shattered wood, falling onto the stage floor.

Next, a thin stream of water extended from the edge of the water sphere, skillfully completing a 360-degree sweep.

The stream of water was like a sharp divine weapon, slicing the remaining hounds in two.

On the dueling stage, sawdust flew everywhere, and the hounds fell as they were chopped into pieces of wood.

At the same time, cracks appeared on the body of the sailfish in the water sphere, and it soon turned into broken pieces of wood.

Splash!

The water sphere that had been condensed began to disperse into streams of water.

"Can't withstand the explosive force? It seems we need to find some more suitable materials."

Scott waved his wand, and the water rose again, flying out of the window like a transparent ribbon and falling into the distant Black Lake.

Cedric looked at the scattered pieces of wood on the dueling stage and smiled helplessly. "You really show no mercy, Scott. Aren't you afraid I can't handle this kind of blow?"

Scott asked him directly, "So, can you?"

“A little, it’s really a bit discouraging,” Cedric shrugged. “But at the same time, I’m also excited because I see a higher goal.”

Scott laughed. "That's it, that's the Cedric I know."

Cedric sighed. "Should I say thank you for the compliment?"

"No need for that."

Scott waved his wand again, gathering all the wood blocks and sawdust into a pile, and then used the Vanishing Charm to make them all disappear.

“Mr. Trolop, although this is not the first time I’ve seen this kind of operation, I still have to say it’s amazing.”

Professor Moody clapped.

"Of course, Mr. Diggory's performance has already surpassed that of many others. I hope that after you graduate, you will all consider joining the Ministry of Magic and becoming Aurors."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor. We will consider it."

Scott and Cedric both bowed to Professor Moody and stepped off the dueling stage.

Scott noticed that because he had shown off his skills, many of the students present were looking at him with awe.

He ignored them and walked straight through the crowd back to his friends.

“Always surprising.” Eddie deliberately looked Scott up and down. “Oh, Scott, so you’re such a show-off?”

Roger added, "You're only just realizing this, Eddie? This kid's got a knack for it. He either stays out of the limelight or he pulls something big."

Fred and George reached out and placed their hands on Scott's left and right shoulders respectively.

"Being a Ravenclaw."

"He actually dared to dream of becoming the Gryffindor Headmaster's favorite student."

"As Gryffindors, we will absolutely stop you!"

"We swear to defend Gryffindor's honor to the death!"

Scott looked around and asked irritably, "Do you two want to become my wings?"

"impossible."

"That's not true."

Fred and George immediately let go of each other's hands.

Milton then said seriously, "Scott, I think if you can become a champion representing Hogwarts, you will definitely be able to win the Triwizard Tournament."

Seeing Milton's sincere expression, Scott felt gratified.

Sure enough, not all of my friends are jerks.

"Thank you for your encouragement, I will try my best," he said.

Milton nodded. "I believe you can do it."

Look, this is what normal interaction between friends should look like.

Scott glanced at the others.

The live-fire training lasted all day.

Later, Professors Moody and Frivi personally guided each student in the delegation.

In short, everyone gained a lot.

For the next period of time, almost all the club activities were canceled every night, and the three professors began to use the evenings to conduct various intensive training sessions for the 25 students.

Beyond just practical dueling, Professor McGonagall also needed to ensure that no one would embarrass themselves at the Christmas ball, so she started dance classes.

In dance class, Fred was often chosen to dance with Professor McGonagall to demonstrate for everyone.

At times like these, Fred seemed to be wearing a mask of pain.

The laughter at Fred's comical antics became everyone's source of joy.

It's worth mentioning that Angelina laughs especially loudly at these times.

Time flew by and it was almost the end of October. Scott and his team would depart on October 31st for Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France.

The night before his departure, Scott was chatting with a group of people in the common room.

He sat with several of the chosen Ravenclaws.

Almost every Ravenclaw student came over to wish them well and hope they would do well.

"It's best to become a warrior!" That's what everyone says.

They believed the most likely candidates to become warriors were Ethan Cooper, the seventh-year prefect, and Scott, the sixth-year student.

All the Ravenclaws considered Ethan to be the best of all the 17-year-old deputies, and Scott to be the best of all.

For some reason, most people had a lot of confidence in Scott and didn't even give much thought to the age restriction rule.

“Oh, I’m starting to get nervous now,” Ethan whispered to Scott. “Anyway, I don’t think I’m any better than Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, even though he’s a sixth grader like you, he’s already 17, isn’t he?”

Perhaps because of nervousness, he became more talkative.

"I have to say, in seventh grade, I mean our year, it seems that none of the four colleges have any particularly outstanding students."

"Keep a calm mind, Ethan," Scott could only advise him. "Don't overthink it. If you get drafted, strive to win the championship; if you don't, cheer for our warriors."

Upon hearing Scott's words, Ethan immediately slumped onto the sofa like a salted fish.

"Okay, I understand, that's how it should be."

He waved his hand.

"In short, the responsibility of upholding Ravenclaw's honor rests with you, Scott."

"Hey!"

Scott let out a disgruntled shout.

This guy's attitude changed way too fast!

“I just remembered something,” Roger said as he walked over. “Starting next February, Hogwarts will be offering Apparition for sixth-year students, but we’ll still be in Beauxbatons then. Ugh, that’s the last course I want to miss.”

Scott wasn't worried about it. "Don't worry, the professors will always find a way to teach us Apparition."

“I hope so,” Roger said. “If we don’t get an Apparition license from the Ministry of Magic, we won’t be able to legally use that magic.”

Ethan told him, "Don't worry, the school will definitely take that into account."