The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Because he knew very well that his research on Transfiguration had reached a bottleneck.

The attempt to make him faint the day before could be considered a success, but it could also be considered a failure.

With his current magical power, he obviously cannot successfully use Transfiguration to "create" the raven Rimbaud he envisioned.

Perhaps in two years, his magic power will naturally increase and he will be able to successfully complete this transformation spell, but this incident still brought him some frustration.

There's also the combination of Polymorph with ancient runes and spells. Although he can combine the simplest Polymorph with a few basic ancient runes, that's about it.

While such achievements can effectively enrich his methods, they do not significantly contribute to the improvement of his hard power.

He currently has no way to take this achievement further.

He had certain expectations for his communication with Bill.

But Bill's abandonment was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

With another breath, Scott slowly put the letter away, gradually suppressing his negative emotions and clearing his mind of distractions.

He began to focus on how to cut some of the Raven Rimbaud's complex settings so that it could be "released" ahead of time without being too much inferior to the complete version.

Yes, of course he didn't want to give up like that.

After thinking about Rimbaud for a while, he began to consider how to reply to Bill.

He was considering whether or not to showcase his work to the other party.

He believed that as long as he demonstrated his results, Bill would change his mind.

At that moment, the familiar magic drew Scott closer, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He turned his head and watched as Jacob walked over and sat down beside him.

……

Chapter 078 Professor Trollope's Little Class

Good morning, Scott.

Jacob casually picked up a sandwich.

Are you alright?

“It’s alright now.” Scott was still looking at him. “Is something wrong?”

He knew very well that Jacob knew he had a strong sense of magic and wouldn't come near him unless there was a reason.

“Alright.” Jacob raised his hand. “I would like to request a Transfiguration lesson, Professor Trollope.”

"no problem."

Scott agreed very readily.

He had promised Jacob three transfiguration lessons and there was no going back on his word, so he couldn't wait for Jacob to use up those three opportunities as soon as possible.

After Jacob finished breakfast, the two found an empty classroom in the castle.

Scott casually sat down in a chair and said to Jacob, "To be honest, I don't know how to tutor either, so you can ask the questions, and I'll do my best to answer them."

Jacob nodded, agreeing with Scott's suggestion.

He found a chair and sat down. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I want to know how to learn Transfiguration better. I need a detailed learning method that suits me."

Scott raised an eyebrow at him upon hearing this.

“I thought you would ask more specific questions,” he said with admiration. “You’re really smart, kid.”

Jacob laughed.

“I just know exactly what I need,” he said.

Scott nodded approvingly, “A clear understanding may be more important than intelligence.”

"So, can you answer my question?" Jacob looked at him expectantly.

“Of course,” Scott said.

He asked Jacob about his mastery of Transfiguration and found that he was about the average level of a first-year wizard.

Then he taught Jacob the method he had once shared with Cedric.

Then, he took out several pieces of wood and metal of different materials from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist.

It also guided Jacob to abandon scientific materialism and simply use magic to experience their differences.

Incidentally, he also emphasized the importance of transforming one's mindset into a magical one.

Because Jacob was also from a Muggle family, he was better able to understand the feeling of conflict between scientific and magical thinking.

However, he was still young, and the inertia of scientific thinking did not have as much of an impact on him as it did on Scott.

but……

"Although you are very smart, your magical talent is really not that great," Scott bluntly commented.

“I know that very well,” Jacob said with a nonchalant smile. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have put up with Jasmine Travers for so long just to gain some knowledge.”

Speaking of Travers, Scott suddenly thought of a question.

He asked Jacob directly, "Has the house-elf that Professor Flitwick sent to protect your house returned?"

Jacob nodded. "Lulu didn't meet any other house-elves in my house, and now it's back at Hogwarts."

“What do you think is the reason?” Scott asked again.

"The reason? Travers' threats were real; she really did send the house-elves to harm my family!"

Jacob gave a cold laugh.

"The only reason no attack has occurred is that she knows she's been exposed to the professors, and she doesn't dare leave any evidence of her crime, otherwise she would have had to go to Azkaban and share a room with her father!"

Scott smirked. "It seems that even though Travers is lying in St. Mungo's bed, someone is still passing on messages about Hogwarts to her."

“That’s normal,” Jacob said. “You saw Dupin’s behavior that day; if Professor Flitwick hadn’t assured her, she still wouldn’t have believed that her Miss Travers was a hypocritical and wicked woman!”

“So, your family is still in danger,” Scott said, looking at Jacob.

Jacob met his gaze without flinching. "I know very well that Travers won't give up on getting revenge on us. I've already moved my family to a new place, under Lulu's protection."

"Am I really a target of revenge too?" Scott asked, resting his head on his hand. "Just because of a single glance?"

Jacob's expression changed slightly, and he shrugged again.

"Maybe she's just that kind of crazy person."

Although that's what he said, Scott knew that Jacob had doubts about why the three girls were hospitalized.

Some even suspect that Scott was behind it.

Scott also knew that Travers would have the same suspicions.

So Jacob said that Travers would definitely retaliate against Scott, and Scott agreed.

For a girl who couldn't even tolerate a single glance, a hint of suspicion was enough to spur her into action.

At this point, Jacob said to Scott seriously, "So I'll make the same suggestion as last time."

[Let's deprive that girl of the ability to retaliate against us.]

He mouthed it.

Scott shook his head again.

“St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries,” he said. “I don’t know anything about it.”

If you get caught, it might mean certain death.

It's not worth taking such a big risk to deal with Travers.

"Are we just going to let...we go back to Hogwarts like this?" Jacob couldn't help but clench his fists.

“You should have kept your composure, Jacob.”

Scott spoke slowly.

He leaned forward, getting closer, and lowered his voice even further.

"This is Hogwarts."

After saying that, he ignored the puzzled look on Jacob's face and stood up.

"That's enough for this lesson," he said. "I'll give you those materials; you'll have to collect the rest yourself."

"it is good."

Jacob finally came to his senses.

"Thank you," he said.

Scott waved and walked out of the classroom.

He watched as groups of students walked towards the Quidditch pitch from the castle, and then it suddenly dawned on him that it was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff that day.

So he hurried to the Quidditch pitch.

Fortunately, the game hadn't started when he arrived at the stadium. The Quidditch players from both sides had just left the locker room and were doing test flights in the air.

He went up to the Ravenclaw stands and easily found Eddie standing in the front row.

"Oh! Scott! I thought you weren't coming!"

Eddie said loudly.

"Roger was just looking for you! Someone saw you having breakfast in the auditorium, but no one knows where you went..."

Before the match even started, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students watching the game had already begun a shouting contest.

So even though Eddie kept talking, Scott wasn't listening.

He waved to Roger, who was taking a test flight in the air.

That guy had been looking this way the whole time, clearly trying to confirm whether Scott had breached the contract.

When Mrs. Hooch, who was to act as the referee, took to the air on a broomstick, it meant that the competition was about to begin.

The stadium fell silent immediately.