The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"10 points!"

"champion!"

"10 points!"

"champion!"

They were Scott's classmates.

They shouted and waved their fists at Professor Hartmann.

In fact, Scott's championship was already secured at this point.

Even if Professor Hartman gave him a score of 0, he would still be the overall champion of the three rounds of the competition.

But clearly, Scott's companions didn't think so.

They had long been dissatisfied with Professor Hartman, who had consistently given unfair grades.

[10]

Perhaps realizing that his score could no longer affect his ranking, Professor Hartmann ultimately gave him a score of 10 amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Congratulations!"

Mr. Joley led the applause.

"Congratulations to Mr. Trollope for achieving a perfect score of 50 points in this round!"

"I don't think this surprised anyone."

"Mr. Trollope's excellence is evident to all!"

Congratulations to him!

Congratulations on Hogwarts!

Amidst a continuous round of applause, Scott topped the leaderboard with a total score of 144 points.

"Congratulations, Scott."

"Congratulations."

Both Fleur and Krum gave Scott a polite and generous hug.

Next came the awards ceremony.

Behind Scott and his team, the elevator sank into the ground, and a stone platform rose up.

As the rousing music began, countless ribbons and flowers rained down from above.

Mr. Jolly and Mrs. Maxim stepped down from the jury.

They, representing the French Ministry of Magic and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry respectively, presented Scott with a trophy and a Gringotts check.

"Congratulations, Mr. Trollope!"

Mr. Jolly gave Scott a warm hug.

"You are the most outstanding young wizard I have ever seen!"

He made no secret of his admiration for Scott, and even posed for a photo with him in front of the reporters' cameras.

"Congratulations."

Mrs. Maxim also bent down and gently hugged Scott.

"What a pity, Mr. Trollope."

She said it sincerely.

“I’ve noticed you have a strong talent for alchemy. You should have come to Beauxbatons to study.”

“Thank you,” Scott replied politely. “Hogwarts is very nice too.”

"Of course, I have no intention of belittling Hogwarts."

Mrs. Maxim straightened up gracefully.

"But as far as I know, Hogwarts doesn't offer an alchemy class, does it?"

“You’re right,” Scott said, somewhat helplessly.

Hogwarts does indeed lack this course.

Mrs. Maxim smiled slightly. "You're still in sixth grade. If you'd like, you can transfer to Beauxbatons for your final year."

"what?"

Scott looked up at her in surprise.

Mrs. Maxim continued to persuade Scott with a friendly smile.

"You have already experienced the virtual alchemy lab in the Flamel Alchemy Laboratory."

“If you transfer here, I can make it possible for you to enroll.”

"A year is more than enough time for you to take a big step forward in alchemy."

"In addition, there is no need to worry about the NEWT exam. Certificates issued by the French Ministry of Magic are also recognized in the magical world."

She lowered her voice as she said this.

"You should understand that coming to France can also allow you to escape the chaos in Britain."

Scott sensed Mrs. Maxim's sincerity.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for the invitation. To be honest, I am indeed somewhat tempted, but..."

He shook his head again.

"As you said, Britain is in a state of turmoil right now, and I should do my part to help, rather than choosing to run away."

Mrs. Maxim paused for a moment upon hearing this, then raised her large hand and gently patted his shoulder.

"Oh, you're a good boy."

She said, quite moved.

"In that case, I will say no more."

“Thank you for your appreciation,” Scott said again.

“My invitation remains valid as long as I am the principal of Beauxbatons.”

Mrs. Maxim added.

"Even after you graduate from Hogwarts, you can choose to come to Beauxbatons to exchange and further your studies in alchemy."

“I will think about it carefully,” Scott said solemnly.

Mrs. Maxim nodded.

After the noisy awards ceremony ended, Scott finally escaped the annoying flashes and reporters and reunited with his classmates.

Everyone was excited and kept congratulating Scott, taking turns holding the huge trophy.

"I guess it will be displayed in the prize room on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle!"

Fred held up the "magic mirror" and patted the trophy, shouting to Scott.

"From now on, the students who are punished with labor will be responsible for cleaning it and then paying homage to your name!"

Scott was both amused and exasperated. "No need to pay my respects, I'm still alive."

“I think it should be placed in the Ravenclaw common room,” Roger said.

However, his statement was met with opposition from many people.

Ethan kept patting Scott on the shoulder.

"This is an honor for Hogwarts, and of course, it also belongs to Ravenclaw!"

He was so happy he kept grinning like an idiot.

Surrounded by the crowd, Scott and the trophy left Beauxbatons Castle and returned to the Hogwarts Tower on the lawn.

Fred shouted, "When are we going back to Hogwarts? I can't wait!"

"No need to rush, let's go back now."

Dumbledore suddenly walked in from the tower's main entrance.

"Can we go back now?" Fred asked in surprise. "No goodbyes, no farewells?"

"Oh, they've arrived."

Dumbledore gestured for them to look outside the gate.

At this moment, Mrs. Maxime had already led the students of Beauxbatons to the lawn.

Scott also saw Lucio waving in their direction.

Meanwhile, the Durmstrang delegation also boarded the ghost ship moored on the lake.

And so, amidst the farewells of the Beauxbatons teachers and students, the members of the Hogwarts and Durmstrang delegations departed from beautiful Beauxbatons in their respective magical vehicles.

Inside the tower that had risen into the sky, Scott and his men stood by the windows in the lobby, watching the Pyrenees Mountains recede into the distance.

"Oh, I'll miss this place."

"Me too."

"This was a perfect journey."

You're right.

The girls were all a little sad.

The tower rose above the clouds, drawn by the herd of Thestrals, and flew toward England.

The following time, Scott and his team began holding a celebration banquet in the lobby on the first floor of the tower to mark their Triwizard Tournament victory.

The hardworking house-elves enthusiastically served a variety of delicious foods.

The atmosphere inside the tower became cheerful again.

The joyful atmosphere was shattered by a sudden remark from Ethan.