The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"It's bearable," he replied reluctantly.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Professor Flitwick said. “Don’t worry, Albus and I will be watching you.”

"what……"

Scott's mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't help but shout out.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that his own magic was going out of control.

The abundant magic was bubbling and surging like boiling water, already making his body feel full.

But Scott himself was powerless to do anything about it; he couldn't even control his own raging magic.

Everything in the office flew up in an instant, spinning around in the air.

At the same time, Scott himself was also floating in the air.

Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both jumped off the sofa and waved their wands to steady the objects that were flying around.

"Hold on!" Dumbledore said. "Give full control of your sudden increase in magic!"

Upon hearing his words, Scott began to try.

At first, his attempts yielded little result.

The magic that was usually so obedient was now like a mouse scurrying about, and he was like the incompetent person holding a slipper, unable to catch the mouse no matter what.

But he did not give up and continued to try his best to control his magic.

As time passed, perhaps the effects of the drug wore off, or perhaps Scott's efforts paid off, the magic finally subsided.

The two professors waved their wands repeatedly, causing the floating objects to gently land on the carpet. They even directed a sofa to move over and catch Scott as he fell from the sky.

Scott's back bounced a few times as it hit the soft sofa.

He took a few breaths and finally regained his ability to move on his own, so he immediately sat up.

"Oh Scott, how are you feeling?"

Professor Flitwick walked up to him and observed him carefully.

"Um……"

Scott closed his eyes to sense himself, then opened them.

“My magic has increased a lot, it’s obvious.” Scott spread his fingers and then clenched his fist again. “Now I should be able to perform magic that I couldn’t do before.”

Dumbledore nodded. "Although I can't sense the state of your body, I can feel that your magical field has increased significantly."

“That’s right, your magic is already stronger than most adult wizards!” Professor Flitwick said excitedly. “With the continued growth from your physical development, you will possess magic far exceeding that of others in the future!”

Scott said, "I also want to thank you, Professor Flitwick. Thank you for helping me contact the Potions Master and for coming all the way here to deliver the potion to me."

“It’s nothing,” Professor Flitwick waved his hand. “I wouldn’t trust an owl to deliver such a precious potion.”

Scott knew that although he wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting it to an owl, Professor Flitwick could still have a house-elf deliver it.

He nodded without saying much, keeping his gratitude for Professor Frivi in ​​his heart.

Professor Flitwick lamented, "It's a pity. Such potions are too rare. Even a potion master like Belby, who always prefers to use precious materials, had a hard time collecting enough ingredients. In short, potion-enhancing potions are not ready for widespread use."

“It is indeed a pity,” Dumbledore said. “If it could be popularized, the magical abilities of young wizards could increase rapidly, and more geniuses would emerge in the wizarding world.”

Professor Flitwick said, "Belby did not reveal the potion recipe. He believed that the potion would further widen the gap between wizards of different levels and further enhance the ambitions of some people."

“He is right.” Dumbledore sat down again. “The exorbitant price of magic-enhancing potions means that only a few wizards can afford them. Most wizards in the magical world can neither afford the ingredients nor have the connections to have a potions master make them.”

Professor Flitwick said, "Belby is trying to improve the formula, but of course, there hasn't been much progress so far. After all, the same thing happened with his wolfsbane potion; it wasn't popular among werewolves because it was too expensive."

Scott listened to their conversation and felt very fortunate.

If this potion recipe didn't come from him, he wouldn't have had any way of getting his hands on it.

But now that he had obtained it and handed over the potion formula to Damocles Belby as agreed, he didn't care about anything else.

Because he needed to get back to Hogwarts for Christmas, Professor Flitwick didn't stay in Beauxbatons for long. After confirming the results of Scott's drinking of the magic potion, he hurriedly left.

On Christmas Day, when Scott woke up in bed, there were gifts piled up under his bed.

Fred had also woken up and was rubbing his eyes as he looked at his own pile of things.

"Those owls must have had a tough time," he muttered.

Roger got up just as Scott, still in his pajamas, started unwrapping the gifts.

"Oh, Mom's gifts are never surprising."

Fred pulled a red sweater from the gifts.

"It seems Mrs. Weasley has also prepared a gift for me."

Scott saw the same box in front of him.

Upon opening it, he found a blue sweater.

The sweater is brightly colored and features a large bronze trophy pattern on the chest, with the word "Champion" spelled out in capital letters below it.

"Isn't that a bit too arrogant?" Scott held up the sweater in front of him. "If I wear it out before I actually win the championship, people will laugh at me."

Fred said, "No, even if you win the championship, I'll still laugh at you. Only Percy would cling to all the honors he's won!"

"You make a very good point."

Scott put down the sweater and began looking through the other people's gifts.

Eddie sent him a completed article.

[If you win the championship, this article will be published on the front page of the Daily Prophet under the name Hollingworth.]

Scott glanced at it and found that the article was full of praise for him, yet it was written in a witty and humorous way that made him laugh.

But before Fred and Roger could look over, he quickly put the parchment away.

If they see this, it would be too shameful, and it will definitely be spread around and ridiculed.

The gift Milton sent was a music box.

[This is a piece I tried to create myself. This song, titled "Go Scott!", was written especially for you. Good luck in the competition, Scott!]

Scott opened the music box, wound it up, and listened to the pleasant melody coming from inside, feeling a little guilty.

Because the gifts Eddie and Milton prepared were much more thoughtful than the gifts he himself had prepared for them.

Next up is a gift from Luna.

Luna's gifts are always full of whimsy, and this time was no exception.

Her gift was a silver crown with a large gold seven-pointed star at the front, inlaid with eight white pearls and a square red gemstone.

Of course, these materials such as gold, silver, gemstones, and pearls are not real; they are just cardboard painted with the corresponding colors.

Scott felt that the crown looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

So he took out the little note Luna had written from the gift box.

[This is a crown I made myself, based on the design in a portrait of Vlad III. I believe it will bring you good luck. Good luck, Scott.]

Good luck? Where does it come from?

Scott was momentarily speechless.

But he still put the crown on his head.

Soon, he had opened all the other gifts, and nothing else interesting appeared.

Fred and Roger, who shared a room with him, exchanged the same regular mail-order gifts, which had long since lost their sense of surprise.

"Oh Scott, what's that on your head?"

Fred stared curiously at the silver crown on Scott's head.

"Can't you tell?" Scott shook his head.

"You look familiar, but I can't quite place you," Roger said, looking over as well.

Scott shrugged. "This is Vlad III's crown, a gift Luna made herself."

Fred and Roger both laughed.

Fred said regretfully, "Why didn't I think of that? I should have given you a long, pointed stake, the English Piercer."

“It’s not too late for you to cut down the tree now. As long as you dare to send it, I dare to accept it,” Scott said irritably. “Then I’ll use it to string you up to the top of the tower.”

Chapter 470 Decorations, Ice Sculptures, and Balls

"Come and take a look!"

Fred leaned out of the dormitory window and called out loudly to Scott and Roger.

Scott and Roger walked over to him and looked out through the closed glass window.

The once magnificent buildings of Beauxbatons have been completely transformed; now, they resemble a crystal-clear ice castle.

In the huge fountain square in front of the castle, there are countless ice sculptures of various shapes and sizes, and even the statue of Le Maire and his wife in the center of the fountain is covered with ice and snow.

Looking through the snowflakes falling like feathers from afar, everything before my eyes was filled with a dreamlike atmosphere.

"Wow."

Roger and Scott both gasped in surprise.

“Beauxbatons really went all out,” Roger said. “The French really like to make everything so extravagant.”

Then you haven't seen Mrs. Maxim's office in the rooftop garden, which is full of a dreamy, girlish atmosphere.

Scott muttered to himself.

"Quick, change your clothes, let's go take a look."

Fred turned and ran back to the bed to start changing his clothes.

Scott went to the bathroom first, then changed out of his pajamas, put on a thick cloak, and went down to the lobby with his two roommates.

Everyone was having breakfast at that moment.

"Merry Chrismas!"