The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Are you going to the school hospital to see Ginny? Then I'm going back to sleep."

"Oh! Goodbye!"

Sweet dreams, buddy!

George and Fred said with a smile.

But Scott's next words shattered their smiles.

"Don't forget Dumbledore's invitation to afternoon tea. We haven't explained the details of our operation to him yet. You should think about how to hide the Marauder's Map."

George and Fred were dumbfounded.

"Oh! You're such a bastard, Scott."

"Damn Scott!"

Scott smiled dismissively and turned to leave.

"I hope you can come up with a decent storyline, after all, Dumbledore is not someone who is easily fooled."

He left with light steps, leaving the twins' protests behind.

He felt that Dumbledore knew the Marauder's Map; the headmaster always seemed to know a lot.

But Scott didn't tell the twins.

He was also looking forward to seeing what kind of story they could come up with.

Speaking of Marauder's Map.

In fact, when he was staring at the Marauder's Map at night, he even made a point of looking for Peter Pettigrew's name.

He thought that it would be great if he could resolve the issues from two academic years at once.

Of course, nothing was found.

After all, there must be a reason why George and Fred hadn't discovered that Scabbers, the rat Ron Weasley kept, was an Animagus of Pettigrew.

Scott also had his own speculations about this.

The Marauder's Map concealed the whereabouts of its creators, the four bandits.

Only one of them can see it by picking up the map.

After all, in the "original story," it was Lupin who finally discovered Little Pettigrew's whereabouts after picking up the map.

In short, Scott abandoned his idea of ​​casually finding Little Pettigrew because the conditions were not right.

As the sunlight gradually dispelled the morning mist, the quiet Hogwarts Castle slowly came alive.

As a new day begins, the students are unaware that a terrifying incident that was supposed to engulf the entire school has been averted ahead of schedule.

When Scott, still feeling sleepy, returned to his dorm room, his three roommates had just gotten up.

Faced with their questioning looks, Scott simply said, "The trouble is all over, we'll talk about it later," and then went to sleep.

At noon, when Scott woke up, he found that his roommates were all there.

“You’re awake, Scott.” Eddie pointed to the small table beside Scott’s bed. “We brought you some food.”

"Thanks, but I need to take a good shower first." Scott walked out of the dormitory carrying the basket, under the curious gazes of the three.

When he finally felt refreshed and returned to his dorm, he ate his roommates' takeout lunch while telling them about his experiences from the previous night until now.

Of course, he didn't go into much detail and concealed some secrets.

For example, the Marauder's Map held by twins.

George and Fred would share this with him because they trusted him; he couldn't just tell anyone.

Fortunately, he was dealing with his roommate, so he could simply point out what he couldn't say without having to go through the trouble of making up lies.

"This...this is too..."

After listening to Scott's story, Eddie, for the first time ever, began to stutter.

“Slytherin, the Basilisk, the Man of Void…” he said, almost groaning, “This matter actually involves these terrible things…”

Milton murmured, "It's unbelievable that a monster like the Basilisk, which can kill with its eyes, exists in the magical world!"

He turned to Roger and asked, "Is there some kind of magical creature over at the classical music club that can play the organ?"

“I’d rather believe it was a ghost playing,” Roger said.

“An organ?” Scott asked them. “Is there really a secret room at the classical music club?”

Roger nodded. "That's right, you guessed it was a phonograph playing music, but that's wrong."

“The organ music started playing again last night,” Milton said. “We searched for a long time following the music, but we couldn’t find the source.”

Roger added, "Gideon Kram said he had never heard of it before. He is a seventh grader in Hufflepuff and has been in the classical music club since first grade."

Scott looked at Eddie. "Didn't you find out anything, Eddie?"

Eddie shook his head. "No, the organ music heard in the classical music club classroom has never happened before."

Scott then asked Milton, "Didn't you tell Professor Flitwick about this?"

“I don’t think this needs any investigation at all,” Milton said softly. “The music was so beautiful, and she didn’t cause any harm, did she?”

Roger shrugged. "Milton was obsessed with the music, and he thought it would be best to make it a romantic campus legend."

Milton said, "Oh, that's what I think too. This is the magical Hogwarts. As long as there's no harm, we don't need to delve too deeply. We can just enjoy the wonderful feeling that magic and music bring us."

“See? That’s it.” Roger spread his hands at Scott.

“You understand me, don’t you, Scott?” Milton looked at Scott with the eyes of someone seeking a kindred spirit. “I’ve always felt that being too inquisitive destroys the romance and beauty of art.”

“Milton, you can’t put your art above your life,” Roger said disapprovingly. “The Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin harbors deadly monsters. How can you be so sure that the organ music you heard was harmless?”

Milton said somewhat excitedly, "Of course I can understand music. I can understand the emotions expressed in every note. She is harmless!"

His eyes welled up with tears again. "Moreover, our club members have reached an agreement that we will record that piece of music and then reproduce it as a symphony orchestra."

At this point, he added, "Your girlfriend, Kacchini, thinks the same way, Roger."

“I really don’t understand you guys,” Roger said, exasperated. “This is clearly very strange, yet you’re all so obsessed with it!”

He then looked at Scott, "What do you think, Scott? Perhaps you have the ability to find the source of that music."

"..."

When Roger and Milton both looked at him, Scott suddenly felt that the food in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.

Is he the kind of person who would actively seek out some kind of secret organ room?

Even if he starved to death, died outside, or jumped off the top of the tower, he wouldn't do it.

……

Chapter 069 The Principal's Office and a Lavish Afternoon Tea

Around 4 p.m., Scott and the Weasley twins met on the third floor and went together to the entrance of the principal's office.

Here stands a huge and incredibly ugly stone statue of a monster with a dripping mouth.

"Good afternoon, George, Fred," Scott greeted them with a smile. "So, have you finished your story?"

George patted his chest confidently, "Of course, we have over a decade of experience in this area."

“As long as we get serious, no one can see through our lies!” Fred said proudly, raising his head.

"That's good." Scott chuckled to himself and nodded at them.

He turned to the statue and gave it the password, the one Dumbledore had told them that morning.

"Iced lemonade."

Upon hearing the command, the stone statue guarding the entrance immediately came to life, jumped to the side, and the stone wall behind it slowly opened to both sides.

"Let's go."

Scott went in first.

Behind the wall is a spiral staircase, slowly moving upwards, just like an escalator.

As the three of them stepped onto the stairs, they heard the wall behind them slam shut with a loud bang.

Then they stood on the stairs, which continued to rotate and rise higher and higher.

"cool!"

George and Fred looked like kids riding an amusement park ride for the first time, both nervous and excited.

But their excitement didn't last long; the stairs soon came to a stop.

Scott walked down the stairs and saw a gleaming oak door with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. George and Fred stood to the side, clumsily adjusting their robes.

The door opened.

“Welcome,” Dumbledore’s voice came from inside. “Mr. Trollope, and the two Weasleys.”

Scott and his team entered the exceptionally spacious circular office, taking in the furnishings with great interest.

The portraits of past principals hanging on the wall, the silverware spinning and emitting smoke, the Sorting Hat on the shelf, and the phoenix perched on a branch—everything seemed novel and interesting.

Dumbledore was sitting behind a huge table with several three-tiered dessert stands, smiling as he watched them.

“I still prefer to call you by your given names, Scott, George, and Fred.” He pointed to the three small stools in front of the table. “Come and sit down!”

He sniffed at the delicious-smelling pastries on the table. "Oh! I can't wait!"

Scott and the twins walked to the table and sat down. He noticed that the twins were unusually reserved.

“Of course, you can call us by our given names, Professor,” Scott said with a smile.

“After all, there are five Weasleys in the school now!” George seemed to relax a bit and joked.

“Oh, of course, I’ve been through more than five Weasleys.” Dumbledore laughed too.

"So what would you like to drink, gentlemen?" he asked.

Scott chose black tea, while George and Fred both chose pumpkin juice.