The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Oh, Dragon Tamer? I must say, that's a cool title!"

Charlie said happily.

“That’s right. I came back after receiving the news that Azkaban needed dragons and dragon tamers.”

Scott laughed and said, "Oh, Fred's dream has come true, but I don't think he'll be happy."

"What?" Charlie didn't understand what he meant.

Scott told him about Fred's complaints, and Charlie burst into laughter, his laughter momentarily drowning out Mrs. Zabini's complaints.

“It’s very dangerous to be stationed in Azkaban, Charlie.”

Tonks struck up a conversation.

"The mysterious man has already broken into the prison twice, and we have lost many of our colleagues."

"I know."

Charlie said without changing his expression.

"But someone has to do this job, and the dragons are in charge of guarding them; I'm only responsible for taming them."

"Then I wish you good luck."

Tonks said, shifting his gaze to Scott.

"Look who this is, Hogwarts' champion, our little genius Scott Trollope."

After making a joke, she started chatting with Scott.

She seemed very interested in the Triwizard Tournament, asking Scott many questions about the details of the match.

After that, the conversation on the other side ended, or rather, Mrs. Zabini's negotiations failed, or the others simply lost patience with her nonsense.

They were leaving, and Dumbledore made arrangements for them.

Shackles, along with a few Aurors, took several wizards from the All Wizarding Guild to the Ministry of Magic, while the others were sent elsewhere.

Since Scott had not yet taken the teleportation test and did not know where his destination was, Phoenix Fox still carried him through space.

Afterwards, he was invited to visit the Black family home at 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

Here he saw Hagrid and the Weasleys and listened in on a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

At the meeting, everyone was discussing the movements of the dark magical creatures in Britain.

The conclusion is that the current situation is not optimistic.

In particular, the werewolf pack led by Fenrir Greyback has attacked wizards several times recently.

The infamous werewolf seems to have abandoned its habit of biting children and has begun to transform into an adult.

In addition, some dark biomes have migrated, while others have gone completely into hiding.

Everyone realized that Voldemort was planning something big.

After the meeting, Scott and Dumbledore returned together to Dumbledore's room in the tower in Beauxbatons.

Before leaving, Scott asked curiously, "Professor, do you think Medea will use the Merlin Order's residence and Hogwarts as a place of recuperation next?"

"Don't worry, I will investigate," Dumbledore said.

Back in his dorm room, Scott looked at Fred, who was fiddling with something, and guessed that he didn't know about Charlie's situation.

So, out of kindness, he took the initiative to tell him the good news.

"what?"

Fred looked up, somewhat stunned.

"Charlie really went to Azkaban."

"You're not joking again?"

“Of course it’s true,” Scott said with certainty.

"Merlin's beard!"

Fred raised his hand and covered his head.

"Why didn't anyone tell me! That George guy... Quick, lend me the [Magic Mirror]!"

Scott took out the [magic mirror] and handed it to him.

Fred quickly connected to George's [magic phone].

Good evening, is there anything I can help you with?

George in the mirror appears to be in a dimly lit classroom.

"If there's nothing else, let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm very busy right now."

He looked somewhat unhappy.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked. "Wandering around alone at night?"

"Um... Ah, yes."

He spoke haltingly and his expression was hesitant, clearly indicating that he was hiding something.

George, who usually lies very smoothly, seems to have fallen short of his usual standard when lying this time.

Fred immediately seized on his weakness.

"You did this on purpose, not telling me that Charlie had returned to England to serve as a guard in Azkaban!"

"what!"

But George was even more surprised than Fred.

His movements were so exaggerated that the girl hiding behind him was revealed.

"Oh……"

Fred was dumbfounded.

"Aria?"

The girl looked up and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Ha, good evening... good evening, Fred."

Scott, who was watching from the sidelines, also recognized the girl.

Arya Spinnett.

He is also a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, plays as the Chaser in the game, and is also Angelina's inseparable best friend.

Clearly, something seems to have happened between the girl and George.

"Oh..." Fred understood, "You two are on a date?"

"Yes."

George blocked the entire "camera" with his face.

"We'll talk about Charlie tomorrow. Anyway... goodbye!"

He made some facial expressions and then hung up the call.

"This guy..."

"Congratulations."

Roger, standing to the side, said with a grin.

"The Beaters brothers beat the Chaser sisters. The Gryffindor team is really interesting."

"It's really interesting."

Scott laughed too.

"I hope you two don't spend your time on the court dating."

After exchanging a few jokes, Scott took a shower and then sent William a message from his bed.

[The other party has moved.]

William quickly sent a reply.

[what happened?]

[Could you tell me the details?]

Scott connected directly via video to confirm that William was indeed safe, and then told him what had happened via text message.

[So, she won't be able to wake up anytime soon?]

Scott told him the answer—

[Only by completely defeating the mysterious man can the curse be completely eradicated.]

[I understand, thank you.]

William was clearly very pleased.

[Stay vigilant.]

Scott offered a helpful suggestion.

It's too early to be happy. With Medea's skills, William won't get rid of the entire witch council so easily.

I will.

William, who used to aspire to be a top lawyer, was clearly very rational and calmed down easily.

Relieved, Scott didn't reply and fell into a deep sleep.

April has arrived.

This month coincides with April Fool's Day and the Weasley twins' birthday.

Scott's birthday presents to them were two talking, writhing ball toys that could really hurt when they hit someone.

He was very satisfied with his taste in choosing the gift.

Whether Fred and George were satisfied or not was none of his business.