The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Of course, it's also possible that old Malfoy knew his plan had failed, but he didn't mention it.

Moreover, house-elves have an extremely low status, and unless Dobby deliberately eavesdrops or observes, it has absolutely no source of information.

Thinking of this, Scott breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just now, he felt scared.

He feared that the original plot had a certain inertia, and that the world would correct itself and change, bringing the altered plot back on track.

If that's the case, what meaning does his life as an outsider have?

So, while it's logically possible for Dobby to continue causing trouble in Quidditch, Scott is still somewhat uneasy.

He decided to go to the school hospital that evening.

……

Chapter 075 Visiting Potter, Milton Returns Late

After dinner, Scott went to the school hospital alone.

He had barely stepped into the school hospital when Mrs. Pomfrey stopped him in time.

"Mr. Trollope."

She looked him up and down, then asked, "Is something wrong? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Scott smiled politely. "Good evening, Mrs. Pomfrey. I've come to see Potter."

"Potter?"

Mrs. Pomfrey frowned and said with displeasure, "That boy needs rest; he has thirty-three bones that need to grow! Those Gryffindor Quidditch players caused a ruckus here for quite a while, and I've already chased them away!"

Is he asleep?

Scott peeked inside.

"He's asleep!"

Mrs. Pomfrey said this with certainty, and waved for Scott to leave quickly.

Just then, Potter's voice came from the inner room, "I'm not asleep! Let him in, madam!"

“You need to rest, child!” Mrs. Pomfrey said sternly, turning her head.

"Just for a little while," Potter pleaded. "I can't sleep, and my arm feels like it's being cut with a knife!"

Mrs. Pomfrey pursed her lips upon hearing this, glanced at Scott again, and then nodded. "Alright, if it's you, Mr. Trollope. Note that you can only speak quietly."

"Of course, thank you."

Scott nodded quickly.

Mrs. Pomfrey, who was blocking his way, then stepped aside.

“Remember,” she added, “you can only stay for a maximum of 15 minutes!”

"Ok."

Scott smiled and went into the ward.

"I am here."

Potter's voice came from behind a closed curtain hanging over a hospital bed.

Scott walked over and pulled back the curtain.

Hey, are you okay?

He dragged a stool over and sat down next to the hospital bed, looking at Potter, who was lying motionless in bed.

"I'm fine."

Potter used his good hand to pick up the glasses and put them on.

"I didn't expect you to come see me," he asked in a lukewarm tone.

“Eddie made a terrible impression on you,” Scott shrugged. “He said half of your body had turned into a rubber hose.”

Potter's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he said with some annoyance, "Only one arm! This is all Lockhart's doing!"

“I saw it,” Scott nodded.

Potter, on the contrary, seemed embarrassed and said vaguely, "Anyway, thank you for coming to see me."

Scott smiled at him. "Potter, you're angry with me because I told Dumbledore about it."

“I didn’t.” Potter denied it immediately without thinking, then looked away.

“You’re right!” he said, slightly louder.

However, it was unclear whether he was trying to persuade Scott or himself.

"The basilisk is too dangerous... it's deadly... In any case, it would be great if we could deal with that monster as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, the boy seemed to have truly convinced himself.

"Now that the monster has been dealt with, I not only got bonus points, but also a special contribution award. Isn't that great?"

He turned to Scott and emphasized, "So I'm not angry!"

Scott asked knowingly, "I understand. Even though you think I did the right thing, you still feel uncomfortable, right?"

“These are just some boring negative emotions.” Porter no longer denied it, but said seriously, “They are completely insignificant.”

Scott laughed.

The "savior" has a very high level of awareness.

“I will not apologize to you for this,” he told the boy, “because I felt it was necessary to speak out at the time.”

“I never intended for you to apologize.” Potter’s tone was somewhat curt.

"Oh, by the way, I brought a gift for visiting you in the hospital. I hope you like it," Scott quickly changed the subject.

“What?” Potter looked at him in surprise.

"Of course, it's completely worthless."

Scott took a palm-sized doll out of his pocket and placed it on the bedside table.

"Oh! It's me?"

Potter turned to look at the doll.

This is a puppet that Scott created using Transfiguration. The prototype is a chibi-style Harry Potter figure he saw online in his previous life, a Quidditch version wearing a red robe.

"He's even wearing a Quidditch uniform and carrying a flying broomstick!" Potter laughed as he looked at the puppet. "Did you make this? Thank you."

Scott said, "It's a 'work' of transfiguration; you can try calling his name."

Potter's expression was a little strange. "Name? Harry Potter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet immediately came to life, raised its miniature flying broom, and shouted, "Harry Potter, WIN! Gryffindor, WIN!"

“Oh!” Potter laughed again. “How lovely!”

"I'm glad you like it, Mr. Potter."

Scott stood up.

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

“You can call me Harry.” The boy gave him a genuine smile. “Scott.”

"Okay, Harry."

Scott did not reject the "savior's" attempt to build rapport and even gave a smile.

"I hope you get well soon. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Scott." Harry raised his good hand and waved.

Scott waved his hand and turned to leave the ward.

Now all he had to do was wait, he thought to himself.

If Dobby sneaks into Harry's hospital room in the middle of the night as in the "original story," the [Harry Potter] doll will record their conversation.

This would allow Scott to understand why Dobby continued to cause trouble during Quidditch matches.

In addition, Scott also believed it would be necessary to plant a spy next to the "savior" in order to better monitor his movements in the future.

[Harry Potter] was a "creation" he specifically designed for this purpose.

Scott believes it can live up to his expectations.

After leaving the school hospital, Scott went to the library, which was also on the second floor, and finished his assignments for two courses in one go.

He returned to his dormitory before curfew.

Who is it?

Eddie peeked out from under the bed curtains.

"Oh! Scott!"

"what happened?"

Scott went to his bedside, took off his robe, and hung it on the hanger.

“Roger and Milton,” Eddie said. “It’s curfew time, and they’re still not back.”

After Scott placed his pocket watch and wand on the table, he turned to Roger and said, "Roger might be on a date?"

“I know, I think so too,” Eddie said. “But Milton has always been back in his dorm before curfew, without fail.”

"Could it be because of the mysterious organ music?" Scott frowned.

“Maybe,” Eddie said.

Roger had mentioned this several times before, but Scott wasn't too worried because he trusted Milton's understanding of music.

Although Milton seems a bit dazed lately, he's always like that when he's engrossed in music.

"Perhaps Roger's concerns are valid."