The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott said with a smile.

"On the one hand, you don't understand. You don't understand Malfoy's choice, nor his thinking, and you think he's absurd."

“Maybe,” Harry shrugged, “but there are a lot of people whose behavior I just can’t understand.”

“But Malfoy is a special case,” Hermione interjected. “He’s like the opposite of you, and he’s also part of your first impression of the wizarding world, so you’re more concerned about him.”

“Oh, that’s a really weird way to put it,” Harry said, frowning.

“But that’s just how it is.” Hermione lifted her chin.

"Alright, alright, please stop analyzing this," Harry pleaded quickly. "I feel a little nauseous..."

Seeing his reaction, everyone laughed.

"Hi, Autumn."

At that moment, Harry's expression changed instantly, and he waved foolishly at Cho Chang, who was passing by.

"Hi, Harry."

Autumn smiled brightly at him, and Harry immediately blushed.

Autumn turned to Scott and asked.

"Scott, do your classmates at Beauxbatons know you're back at Hogwarts?"

"Of course they don't know."

Scott suddenly remembered this, so he took out the magic mirror and tried to communicate with Fred.

The call was connected very quickly.

Good evening, Fred.

Scott waved to Fred in the mirror.

Good evening, Fred.

Everyone else joined in, waving and greeting.

"Oh!"

Fred opened his mouth wide.

"What the hell is going on! Scott! You went back?"

“Yes, you have no idea what happened today, Fred!” George said loudly with a grin.

"Damn it, what happened?" Fred asked, clearly annoyed.

“Oh, I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Scott said. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll be going to France with Professor Dumbledore.”

After saying that, he hung up the call and blocked Fred's [magic phone].

Watching him play, George said with schadenfreude, "I bet Fred won't be able to sleep tonight."

"But it's hard to explain from such a distance, and it could easily cause panic."

Scott said with a smile.

"Let's talk about it in person tomorrow. With Dumbledore there, I think they'll be more composed when they hear it... Oh, right."

He looked at Qiu.

"If there's anything you need help with for Cedric, give it to me tonight."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Qiu happily agreed, and then ran away laughing with several female students.

Scott noticed that Harry was still staring blankly at the other person's back, so he patted him on the shoulder.

"Wh...what?"

Harry was startled.

"Stop looking," Scott said in a low voice. "Let's find another target."

After all, Cedric won't get into trouble like in the "original story".

With him around, how could Cho possibly abandon the tall and handsome Cedric and choose Harry, who was younger than her?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said with a flustered, forced smile. "What target?"

Scott patted him on the shoulder again, but didn't say anything more.

“Oh, poor Harry, it’s alright,” George said, suppressing a laugh. “That’s youth.”

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Harry blushed and shouted something before quickly running away.

Hermione seemed to be deep in thought.

Ron asked, looking confused, "What are you talking about? What happened to him?"

“None of your business, little rascal.” George made a face.

He pulled Scott aside, wanting to ask him more details about the war that was happening today.

Scott didn't hide anything and recounted the whole story in detail.

Eddie, Milton, and Luna were also listening to his story as they took a walk together by the Black Lake.

They then realized that the Ministry of Magic had also been subjected to an even fiercer siege that day.

"So it was all planned?" George understood the whole story. "You think Voldemort... Mystery's target is Harry?"

Scott nodded. "Obviously. Don't forget he tried to kidnap Harry during the Quidditch World Cup final."

Of course, Dumbledore said that the Ministry of Magic also had things that Voldemort wanted.

Based on the plot of the "original work," Scott guessed that it should be the prophecy orb of the Hall of Prophecy of Mysteries.

The prophecy that led to Harry losing his parents was told to Voldemort by Snape after overhearing it, but Snape only overheard half of it.

Voldemort was clearly very interested in the complete prophecy.

Thinking about all this, Scott also recalled the prophecy about himself.

It is said that whenever a true prophecy appears in the magical world, it is recorded by the prophecy orb in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

The prophecy ball, which records the prophecy, can only be picked up and interpreted by the person who made the prophecy.

If he could, Scott would also like to destroy the prophecy ball that recorded his own prediction.

What exactly does he want?

Luna suddenly spoke in a detached tone.

"You mean?" Eddie asked.

“Voldemort,” Luna said the name.

Eddie said, "Isn't it obvious? He wants to rule the wizarding world."

Luna shook her head.

“I feel like he wasn’t taking this seriously.”

"Huh?" Eddie was confused.

Scott said, "Perhaps he did think about ruling the wizarding world when he was young. In order to win over pure-blood families, he even put forward the idea of ​​'pure-blood supremacy' and formed the Death Eaters, but that's all in the past."

"How so?" George asked curiously.

Scott organized his thoughts and then expressed his opinion.

"Voldemort was just a half-blood. Although he had gathered a group of people during his student days by relying on his powerful talent, it is clear that pure-bloods cannot be relied on."

"Later, he was no longer friendly to those purebloods, but instead adopted a cruel and oppressive rule, which shows that he had realized this."

"I think his only goal was to survive; everything he did was for immortality, and oh, for immense power."

"His goal is to eliminate anyone who poses a threat to him."

"Even if he succeeds in ruling the magic world, I don't think he'll care what happens to it."

“Maybe you’re right, he’s a madman,” George said.

Luna, however, said, "In that sense, he's not really crazy. He's just extremely self-centered and doesn't care about anyone but himself."

"Isn't this crazy?" George's eyes widened.

“Professor Dumbledore said he didn’t understand love,” Luna said. “That’s obviously what he meant.”

“Well, that’s his weakness, and Dumbledore knows it,” Eddie said. “But nobody has the magic of love, and nobody’s ever heard of how to defeat him.”

"Who knows? Maybe Dumbledore is inventing a kind of magic that represents love."

George was being whimsical.

"Once he successfully invents it and teaches us, we can defeat Voldemort..."

Perhaps it was this imagination that gave him the courage, and this time, he bravely uttered Voldemort's name.

Chapter 493 Joke, Skull, Wooden Box

That night, Scott and his companions stayed outside the castle for a long time.

After not seeing each other for a while, they all seemed to have a lot to talk about.

After discussing Voldemort, they naturally moved on to the Triwizard Tournament, Scott and his friends' studies and life in France, and the latest happenings at Hogwarts.

During this time, Roger attempted to connect to Scott's [Magic Mirror] communications.

George said, "Oh, I think it's because Fred couldn't communicate with you, so he went to Roger."

Scott initially wanted to hang up and mute the call, but fearing something might have happened on the other end, he answered the call.

But unsurprisingly, they saw Fred's face next to Roger.

"Damn it!" Fred yelled, "What the hell happened...!"

"Alright, they're fine."