The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Among them were students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Scott told them, "She wasn't feeling well and left early."

"So, she won't be showing up all night?" a Durmstrang boy asked eagerly.

Scott nodded. "I think that's correct."

Upon hearing the news, the boys slumped their shoulders, as if they had suffered some kind of major blow.

They then left listlessly, without even saying a polite goodbye to Scott.

"This is really..."

Scott kindly sympathized with them for a second.

Then several more girls came over and asked Scott to dance, and of course, some asked Cedric to dance, but they all declined.

“I don’t understand why you’d refuse?” Cedric said. “I haven’t heard anything about you having a girlfriend.”

“Because I don’t like this kind of activity,” Scott said.

Cedric didn't say anything more, and the two bored men sat to the side, finding pleasure in observing others.

"Oh, look how happy Roger is jumping."

In the dance floor, Roger was dancing gracefully with a blonde girl in his arms, both of them wearing happy smiles.

"Has Krum never come out of the dance floor?"

Krum and Cachini seemed to be having a dance-off with Roger and his partner, dancing non-stop.

"How much longer do you think Dumbledore can hold on?"

"Fred and Angelina have become one with the red curtain in the corner."

Before long, Scott and Cedric were so bored they ran out of things to say.

“I think we can go back now,” Scott said.

Cedric immediately agreed, “Great idea! I’m hungry. We can go ask the house-elves for some food.”

So they got up and left the bustling banquet hall.

When they entered the snowy forest in the square, they realized that the liveliness might not be limited to the banquet hall.

While crossing this snowy forest, they inadvertently disturbed many couples who were secretly meeting, embracing, or kissing there.

This made them keep apologizing the whole way.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they left the square.

Back in the tower, they had another big meal before returning to their respective dormitories.

Upon entering the dormitory, Scott picked up the [Magic Mirror] on the table and discovered several missed calls and some messages.

Scott clicked on the messages, which were mostly questions from his friends.

Everyone seemed to envy them for being able to attend the Christmas ball and were curious about their experiences at the ball.

Only George's message was cursing Fred, cursing his red clothes to shatter like a roaring letter that had completed its mission, preferably in full view of everyone.

Scott was about to reply to a few messages when another communication came in.

It's Luna.

Good evening, Scott, Merry Christmas.

Luna, appearing in the mirror, waved.

The background is in Lovegood's house, in her room.

Luna, wrapped in a thick blanket, sat by a small fireplace.

“Merry Christmas, Luna, thank you for the gift,” Scott said.

Luna's eyes suddenly widened. "Why are you in your dorm room instead of at the dance?"

Scott told her, "The dance was boring, so I came back early."

Luna disagreed, saying, "You should stay happy during happy times."

"I think today has been joyful enough..."

Scott recounted how everyone had worked together to set up the tower during the day, and then walked out of the tower holding the [Magic Mirror] to show Luna their work.

Luna loved the ice sculptures Scott made, but she thought that perhaps adding a few giant airships would have been even more creative.

As the two were discussing the creativity and artistry of ice sculptures, George's communication was received again on the [Magic Mirror].

Scott then connected with George.

"Scott, find Dumbledore! Harry has been attacked!"

George's background is at the school hospital, and he brings bad news.

“What? At Hogwarts?” Scott asked in surprise.

In the mirror's half-image, Luna, who also heard the news, stared wide-eyed in shock.

George nodded. "Yes, just now. We don't know who did it, but Harry is injured."

"Doesn't he himself know who he is?"

Scott turned and strode toward Beauxbatons Castle.

“He was approached from behind and knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he didn’t know who attacked him,” George said. “The professors haven’t found the killer yet.”

Scott said, "Even Professor Moody can't find the killer? It must be someone who stayed at school during the holidays. Are there many people staying?"

“There are several in each college, and the professors are checking.”

"So, is Harry seriously injured?"

"His wrist was slashed, and he lost too much blood."

"They attacked him, but didn't take the opportunity to kill him?"

"Harry was found collapsed in the fourth-floor hallway by Professor Moody. It's possible that the murderer escaped beforehand because they heard Professor Moody's footsteps. You know, Professor Moody has a wooden leg, so his footsteps are very loud."

"It seems like it was really dangerous back then."

"Yes, Professor Moody also said that someone secretly took Harry's blood. Madam Pomfrey said that there was indeed less blood left at the scene than usual."

"I understand. I will inform Dumbledore as soon as possible. Anyway, I'll contact you again later."

Scott hung up on George, said goodbye to Luna, and then hung up on her as well.

He quickened his pace and walked through the snowy forest in the square.

This time, he didn't care whether it would affect the couples who were having secret rendezvous. He just strode past them, occasionally hearing a scream.

Until he met Fred and Angelina.

These two bright red things stood out so much in the pure white world.

But the two people who were hugging and kissing each other didn't notice him.

Scott had to cough.

Upon hearing the cough, Angelina quickly pushed Fred away.

This girl, who often plays Quidditch, has quite a strong grip; she almost pushed Fred to the ground.

In short, Fred staggered several times before regaining his balance.

Upon recognizing Scott, both men's faces darkened.

Of course, Angelina's face was already quite dark.

"Hey Scott, what the hell are you doing!" Fred asked, clearly annoyed. "Can't you see we're busy?"

Angelina was also unusually fierce, "Or do you want to join us?"

"Cough cough..."

Scott, who was about to speak, was choked by her words.

"Don't even think about it!" Fred shouted immediately.

“Of course, I’m not going to agree to his offer,” Angelina said.

"Ahem! Sorry," Scott quickly interjected. "I just wanted to ask if Dumbledore is still in the banquet hall. George just sent a message saying Harry was attacked at Hogwarts."

"what?"

Upon hearing this news, Fred and Angelina lost all interest in joking.

"Dumbledore is still in the banquet hall, at least he was there when we left."

“Then I’ll go find him first.” Scott walked forward. “You two continue, have a good time.”

"and many more!"

Fred and Angelina quickly caught up.

"You need to tell us what happened first!"

"Oh poor Harry, is he alright?"

As Scott walked briskly, he quickly recounted what George had told him.

"Unbelievable!" Angelina exclaimed. "That's at Hogwarts!"

Fred said with a serious expression, "Do you remember what Dumbledore said? Hogwarts' protective magic has been upgraded, and wizards outside can't get in at all."

Angelina exclaimed again, "You mean..."

“That’s exactly what you mean,” Fred said. “It must have been done by someone at the school.”

Scott said, "And the killer was very careful, didn't use any magic throughout the entire process, so he wasn't afraid of having his wand checked."

They talked for a few minutes as they walked, but immediately shut their mouths when they got close to the castle, afraid that others would hear them.

Upon re-entering the banquet hall, Scott immediately spotted Dumbledore sitting at the very front.

At that moment, he was having a friendly conversation with the two French Ministry of Magic officials who were participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

Scott left Fred and Angelina at the door and walked alone around the dance floor to Dumbledore's table.