The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“More than half a year,” Scott replied.

The two started chatting, and Furong, abandoning her previous arrogance, began to ask questions.

Scott quickly realized that the other party was indeed trying to gather information about him.

But as time went by, Scott still hadn't said anything useful, and Fleur's eyes began to show signs of impatience.

Although she quickly disappeared, Scott still keenly noticed.

Just then, two officials walked in.

Mr. Lefeble, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the French Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Jolly, Director of the Department of Sports.

Lefebühler, impeccably dressed from head to toe, simply greeted them before sitting down with a serious expression.

Mr. Joley's attitude was much more friendly.

“First of all, congratulations to you three warriors.” He seemed to habitually use expressive body language when he spoke. “Now we need to give you some necessary guidance.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Mr. Lefebvre.

“You tell them, sir,” Mr. Lefebvre said in a deep voice.

"Okay, no problem."

Mr. Jolly nodded cheerfully.

"The first project is to test your courage."

He turned to Scott and the other two again.

"So I'm not going to tell you the specifics of the match."

"In short, we believe that having the courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard, and this is extremely important!"

"The first event will take place on November 24th, with a large audience present, and the judging panel will score your performance."

"Warriors must not ask for or accept any help from others while completing the competition."

"When facing the first challenge, your only weapon is your own magic wand."

"They won't know anything about the second project until the first one is finished."

"Oh, and I have some good news for you all: none of you need to take your respective schools' end-of-year exams!"

“Is there anything else you would like to add, Antoine?” He then looked at Mr. Lefebvre on the other side.

“No.” Mr. Lefebvre stood up. “We should go back to the ministry.”

"Oh, this damn job, it never ends."

Mr. Jolly grumbled, said goodbye to Scott and the other two, and then left the lounge with Mr. Lefebler.

They had barely left when Dumbledore, Mrs. Maxime, and Professor Hartman came in.

“Now it’s time for you all to celebrate,” Mrs. Maxim said with a smile, looking at Fleur. “Come on, Fleur, your friends are all waiting for you.”

Professor Hartmann was very excited. "Oh, I knew it would be you, Viktor! Everyone will be so proud of you!"

He gave Krum a warm hug.

Scott was positioned at a perfect angle to see Krum's expression.

His face darkened further after being bear-hugged by Hartman.

Scott looked away from the cringe-worthy scene of the muscular men embracing and got up to walk over to Dumbledore.

"professor."

"Come on, son, everyone is waiting for you," Dumbledore said with a smile. "You can party and make a ruckus tonight."

Scott followed him out of the castle and toward the tower that was parked on the lawn.

“I heard you used your superb Transfiguration skills to overcome the obstacle set by Beauxbatons,” Dumbledore said. “I think Minerva will be very proud.”

“I should also thank Professor McGonagall for her guidance,” Scott said with a smile.

He suddenly remembered lying to Lucio, so he told Dumbledore what had happened.

Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head. "What am I going to do? I'm probably going to be stumped by Beauxbatons' alchemical genius! Although I'm friends with Nicholas, I'm not really good at alchemy, let alone compared to Lady Ravenclaw's level."

Scott didn't believe him. "Your weakness is probably only compared to your strengths. I believe that even in alchemy, which you're not good at, you should be able to surpass many wizards."

"This is really putting me in a difficult position," Dumbledore casually complained.

As they spoke, the two entered the tower.

At this moment, all the members of the Hogwarts delegation were gathered in the lobby on the first floor, where several house-elves were busy serving them food and drinks.

They also moved the large mirror to the wall of the hall, where Fred was passionately interacting with the audience.

Scott walked into the hall, and everyone began to applaud.

"Welcome Scott, champion representing Hogwarts!"

Fred shouted, and in the mirror, the people on the other side were clapping.

Dumbledore stepped forward and reached out to press down.

He only began to speak after everyone, including the person on the other side of the mirror, had quieted down.

"I only have one thing to say to you, and after that you can start arguing and making a scene without any restraint."

What I'm trying to say is, don't let the absence of a familiar professor supervising you cause you to slack off in your studies.

"Beauxbatons' curriculum is unique, with many elements that differ from Hogwarts."

“Some professors’ classrooms are so prestigious that even students from Beauxbatons’ own campus who want to attend are turned away because they don’t meet the professors’ admission criteria.”

"During the Triwizard Tournament, none of Beauxbatons' courses will have any entry requirements for you. This is a rare opportunity, and I hope you won't miss it."

He clapped his hands as he said this.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Now, let's begin your celebration!"

His figure suddenly vanished without a trace.

"The party's starting!"

Fred's shouts kicked off the revelry.

Scott had to stand there, receiving congratulations from everyone, including his classmates on the other side of the mirror, and listening to their expectations for him to win the championship.

The Ravenclaws, especially those at Hogwarts, were overjoyed.

Although not everyone at Hogwarts would support Scott becoming a champion, no one dared to say anything to his face because of his consistently impressive fighting prowess.

After the celebration party, Scott and Fred went back to their dorm room to study Beauxbatons' coursework.

Roger disappeared somewhere during the party, and Scott didn't bother with him.

“We can start classes tomorrow,” Scott said. “We’d better come up with our own schedule.”

This school year, Scott chose six courses at Hogwarts: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, and Divination. So, his choices at Beauxbatons will also be these same.

Of course, a visit to Beauxbatons wouldn't be complete without their unique alchemy classes.

“I’ll choose alchemy too,” Fred said. “It seems like it would be very useful for our inventions.”

Scott inquired about Lucio through the Book of Prometheus.

Lucio replied quickly.

[Please select the Roselle Alchemy Classroom. Professor Roselle is my mentor; he is currently the best alchemist in Beauxbatons.]

Scott readily agreed.

Next, based on his suggestions and the course schedule, other courses were selected and a timetable was created.

As Fred tidied up his timetable, he asked, "We're just auditing classes, so we don't have to do any homework, right?"

At this point, he looked at Scott with envy.

"Warriors don't have to take end-of-year exams. Did you already know that, which is why you worked so hard to become a Warrior?"

“No,” Scott replied calmly.

Moreover, exams were not a problem he could avoid.

Just then, Roger returned.

But his expression was not good.

"What's wrong with you?" Scott waved the parchment in his hand. "We've already chosen our courses, you should hurry up and choose yours too."

"Oh, don't even mention it." Roger covered his face with one hand.

Scott looked at his expression, raised an eyebrow, and asked with amusement, "You went to see Miss Delacour? Did you run into a brick wall?"

"more or less."

Roger got up and took Scott's class schedule.

"But it wasn't me who reached out to her; it was her who reached out to me."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Fred said, skeptical. "Everyone can see how arrogant that girl is."

Roger's face fell. "Okay, she contacted me first just to gather information about Scott."

"Huh?" Scott turned his head in surprise.

“That’s it,” Roger said. “She considers you a formidable rival, and in her pursuit of the championship, she wants to know more about you.”

Scott shrugged. "Back in the lounge, that girl was trying to get information out of me, but she didn't succeed."

Unexpectedly, this led to a roundabout way of achieving national goals.

“Luckily, she came to me, and I quickly saw through her intentions,” Roger said with some pride. “I admit, I was captivated by her stunning beauty, but that doesn’t mean I would lose my mind and betray my friends because of her.”

Scott chuckled and said, "It seems that dating more has its advantages; at least you won't be completely fooled by beautiful girls."

Roger nodded in deep agreement.

"So I think it's necessary to warn the others, otherwise they'll find out something from some fool sooner or later."

Scott, however, did not intend to do so.

"Whatever. Even if they find out how I usually perform at Hogwarts, I don't think there's any weakness they can exploit."