The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

If I were to use Transfiguration to create a talking raven, I would only need to figure out what the raven would look like and what it would say, and then firmly wave my wand.

I don't need to figure out how ravens can talk; magic will achieve my goals.

After Scott finished writing these two paragraphs, he immediately put them into practice.

So, starting a couple of days ago, their dorm room had a very noisy raven.

Although it only calls out the names of Scott's roommates when they approach it.

But this is also a form of interaction.

Scott saw progress in his Transfiguration skills through this raven.

Next, by adding more "settings" to this raven and firmly believing in its existence, he can obtain a smarter raven.

Isn't it just about creating a persona?

Scott felt he could do it perfectly well.

So, on this lively weekend of Quidditch matches at Hogwarts, Scott stayed alone in his dorm writing a biography of his raven.

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Chapter 074 Scott's "Friend" Rimbaud

The weather looked rather bad that day; even the sky was a leaden gray.

But the bad weather did not dampen the wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch.

The Quidditch pitch in the distance was bustling with activity, and Scott, in his dorm room, could hear bursts of cheers from time to time.

Even the commentator Lee Jordan's booming voice could be faintly heard coming in from outside the window.

I don't know when it started, but it began to rain.

Scott put down his pen, walked to the window and closed the glass, then sat on the single sofa under the window and looked back at the "biography" he had written for Raven.

This is the life journey of an ordinary raven from hatching to adulthood.

Scott described in detail every aspect of its growth, from shedding its fur to learning to fly for the first time, and even its life in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

He read his writing over and over again, briefly convincing himself that there really was such a raven in the Forbidden Forest.

Then he stood up, picked up his wand, and resolutely waved it at the silent raven on the table.

A magical light shone, accompanied by a fairly intense magical fluctuation, and the raven came back to life.

"quack!"

It let out a panicked cry, flapped its wings and flew away, dodging Scott's outstretched hand, crashing headfirst into the glass window, dropping a few black feathers.

Scott flicked his wand, and the window opened again.

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

The raven took flight again, plunging headlong into the wind and rain outside the window.

Scott walked to the window and stood there, letting the heavy raindrops hit his face.

He watched intently as the raven soared higher and higher, farther and farther, through the heavy rain, and finally plunged into the dark, forbidden forest, disappearing without a trace.

Scott wiped the rain off his face and couldn't help but grin.

It became.

That raven truly became the one he had meticulously planned.

However... once it returns to the Forbidden Forest, it probably won't be able to find its nest, which doesn't actually exist.

And Scott just made a mistake.

Although he meticulously programmed the raven's memories, his own memories were not included.

That's why the raven panicked and tried to escape after it "woke up".

But this was just an experiment.

At that moment, Scott didn't care about the mistake; he was immersed in the joy of his success.

Although the raven he conjured with his shapeshifting magic was no different from a real wild raven and difficult for him to use, he had undoubtedly mastered the correct method!

Next... all you have to do is set the new raven as your helper!

Scott excitedly closed the window, not even bothering to dry his hair and clothes, and sat back down at the table, picking up his quill pen.

What kind of raven should we design?

Scott began listing several requirements on parchment.

First of all, this raven would be better off being able to talk.

Secondly, it is much smarter than the average wild raven.

Finally, it's best if it possesses some combat capabilities.

After listing the requirements, Scott gave the raven a name—Rimbaud.

He shares the same name as that great French poet, because he wrote a poem called "The Raven".

Then, Scott began to write down his story with Rimbaud.

Yes, he wanted to create a raven named Rimbaud out of thin air in his past life.

Rimbaud was a talking raven.

It was very intelligent, more intelligent than all its kind. This made it feel that it was different from others.

Rimbaud's daily life was no different from that of other ravens, but he was not happy.

It wanted to talk to others, but its kind could only squawk unpleasantly.

It tried to talk to humans, but when humans heard it, they would only scream and call it a demon.

Rimbaud was very sad; he wanted a good friend.

“Perhaps you could make a friend with a wizard,” said a passing owl. “Wizards aren’t as prone to making a fuss as Muggles.”

This owl also only hoots, but Rimbaud can understand what it means.

Rimbaud didn't reject it because it had provided him with a good idea.

It followed the owl to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hoping to find a destined best friend there.

It was autumn of 1989. As it flew over the night sky above Hogwarts Castle, it saw a handsome young wizard standing on the Astronomy Tower, waving at it.

"He seems really friendly; maybe I can try to befriend him."

Rimbaud flew over curiously...

Scott's thoughts flowed freely as he began to describe in detail the process of how he met, got to know, and became friends with Rimbaud.

By the end, he himself was almost convinced it was true—

During his first year at Hogwarts, he met a special raven, and they became good friends...

They explored the castle together, and Rimbaud provided him with a great deal of help...

In short, he has already grown fond of this "friend"!

“Great! Maybe I can become a successful children’s author,” Scott said confidently to himself.

When the final whistle blew, Scott had already filled an entire page of parchment.

He picked up the wand beside him to try it out, but then put it down again.

He decided to reconsider and see if there were any changes needed.

He decided to give his "best friend" a perfect "birth"!

Scott took the parchment and examined it carefully several more times, thinking about what needed to be revised and improved.

He didn't roll up the parchment until he heard footsteps outside the dormitory door, and then casually placed it on the bookshelf by his bedside.

"Scott!" Eddie burst through the door and yelled, "It's such a shame you didn't come to the game today!"

"Did something interesting happen?"

Scott turned around and looked at his two roommates, who were soaking wet.

"Oh! This is terrible!"

Roger's reaction was the opposite of Eddie's.

He walked into the dormitory, took off his soaking wet robe, and said with dissatisfaction, "I thought it would be a great competition, after all, the Slytherins riding Nimbus 2001 are as fast as blurry shadows!"

He tossed his robe onto the box.

"Guess what? Those Slytherins can't compete without cheating?" he said indignantly. "Despicable, vile, and shameless!"

"What exactly happened?"

Scott turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie shrugged. "I thought it was great, both the game and everything else."

He excitedly said, "During the game, a stray ball suddenly went crazy. It kept chasing Porter, and it looked like it wanted to knock his head off!"

"What?" Scott was somewhat taken aback.

Wasn't the "locked room mystery" resolved? Why is Dobby still causing trouble during Quidditch matches?

"Of course, we suspect Slytherin was behind it! But Potter, at the cost of a broken hand, successfully caught the Golden Snitch and defeated his nemesis Malfoy! Oh! And Lockhart was even more spectacular, more spectacular than you can imagine!"

Eddie couldn't help but laugh out loud as he spoke.

"Lochart... ha! He volunteered to treat Potter's arm, and ended up making half of Potter's bones disappear! Now Potter is half a rubber tube man!"

Eddie spoke with great enthusiasm and fervor, but Scott frowned deeply.

What exactly happened to Dobi?

Is it because we haven't received any news about how the incident has been resolved?

After all, it was still serving the Malfoy family and couldn't possibly have much free time to run around.

However, Scott did not believe that Malfoy had not written to his father about the important events that had occurred at school.