The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick nodded. "At first, only Dumbledore and the heads of the four houses knew about this. Under the witness of Hogwarts Castle, the conditions of the oath were inviolable."

He sighed, "But that only prevents irreparable damage; in reality, the students have already been harmed."

“Sure enough, their haggard appearance wasn’t just due to exhaustion,” Scott said.

Professor Flitwick nodded with a worried expression. "They sacrificed some of their life force."

He added, "Although Mrs. Pomfrey can help them recover, the damage has already been done."

Scott asked, "Can't you just ban them from club activities?"

Professor Flitwick shook his head again.

Scott understood; this was also a condition of the oath.

“We didn’t initially want to agree to the operation of that oath.”

Professor Flitwick clenched his fist.

"But... it's a very ancient oath, and from the date it was signed a long time ago, it was destined to take effect on a certain day."

Scott asked curiously, "Do you know who the two parties who signed the oath are?"

Professor Flitwick's expression was somewhat conflicted.

But under the curious gazes of Scott and Eddie, he still spoke up and gave the answer: "The other party to the oath has hidden their real name, but the one who signed the oath on behalf of Hogwarts is Rowena Ravenclaw."

Scott was so surprised by this that he was speechless for a moment.

"Ravenclaw?"

Eddie couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Professor Flitwick nodded affirmatively.

Scott could only say that he never expected such a thing to happen.

He sighed inwardly.

Indeed, the real world is far more complex than what is described in the "original" novel.

The "original book" is an adventure story told from Harry Potter's perspective, depicting the experiences of the "boy who survived a great calamity".

But in places not described in the "original book," beyond Harry's perspective and understanding, countless events are happening simultaneously in this real world, or have happened before.

Professor Flitwick added, "It is precisely because it is Ravenclaw, the great wizard who co-founded Hogwarts with her friends, that we can choose to believe her."

Scott pondered for a moment, processing the information he had received.

"Milton and his team are now facing a choice between their own safety and their pursuit of music?"

His guess came in a strange tone.

"But the current situation is... you must have warned them, but they know it won't cause irreparable harm, so they continue to indulge in it without caring?"

He was still very puzzled. "What was the purpose of that oath? Was it merely to drain the life force of some students?"

He always felt there was more to the story.

But that's all Professor Flitwick knew.

He looked kindly at Scott and Eddie: "The oath prevents professors from seeking the truth, but it doesn't stop students. Ultimately, it's up to you to decide what to do; it's a choice you must make."

Scott felt he needed to think about it carefully.

After thanking Professor Flitwick, he left the professor's office with Eddie.

After leaving the office, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought, which caused him to walk slower and slower.

Even Eddie, who is usually very talkative, remained silent at this moment.

As Scott walked, he passed an open window.

A cold wind blew into the corridor from outside the window, making him shiver and come back to his senses.

He reached out and tightened the thick cloak he was wearing, then turned to look at Eddie.

"What do you think about this?" he asked.

Eddie hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Professor Flitwick said it won't cause any irreparable danger... can we just leave it alone?"

Scott said, "If that's really all there is to it..."

Eddie suddenly laughed, "I knew you'd say that next..."

He began to deliberately imitate Scott's tone of voice—lowering his voice and speaking slowly: "Since the danger is not too high, we should not interfere as long as it is Milton's own choice."

"..."

Scott gave him a fake smile.

Just then, another gust of cold wind swept through the corridor, and the two of them simultaneously shrank their necks.

Feeling the temperature getting colder, they decided to return to the common lounge with the fireplace as soon as possible.

They quickened their pace, climbing from the eighth floor of the main castle to the first floor, and after reaching Ravenclaw Tower, they climbed back up to the eighth floor of the tower.

As the two stood outside the common room door, Eddie, who had "overexerted himself," was already panting heavily.

What things, once broken, will naturally heal themselves?

The bronze door knocker on the gate dutifully posed questions to the two of them.

“Water…surface,” Eddie answered quickly, panting.

“Correct,” the door knocker said.

The door opened, and the two entered the common room.

The common lounge was bustling with activity at the moment.

Many Ravenclaw students are still regretting their near miss in today's Quidditch match.

They all gathered around the team members, offering their advice and suggestions.

This was probably the most enthusiastic Ravenclaws ever were, as they usually only focused on their own affairs, making Scott marvel once again at the allure of Quidditch.

Roger!

Scott waved to Roger, who was sitting on a long sofa in the crowd.

"Oh! You're back!"

Roger stood up and pushed his way out of the crowd.

He was still carrying a flying broom in his hand, and wearing a dirty team uniform and protective gear.

"You don't seem too frustrated?" Scott gave him a second look.

“We’ve played very well,” Roger said optimistically. “Bruce believes that Cho will do her best to grow, and we shouldn’t put too much pressure on her. Of course, I think so too.”

“Let’s go back to the dorm. We need to talk about the classical music club.”

Scott headed first toward the stairs leading to the dormitory.

After the three returned to their dorm room, Roger listened to Eddie recount what he and Scott had experienced that day while he changed his clothes.

“Yes, I had already asked Professor Flitwick beforehand,” Roger said. “He told me not to worry too much.”

“But you didn’t tell us!” Eddie said, dissatisfied.

Roger replied, "I was only trying to persuade Milton out of concern that something might happen to them, but you didn't stand by my side."

He did it on purpose.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Scott sat down on the bed and said to the other two, “Professor Flitwick had warned them, but perhaps the music misled them.”

Roger shrugged: "Since they haven't given up, they're probably prepared to pay the price."

Eddie laughed and said, "In that case, let them go crazy. The worst consequence is that they'll spend a week or two in the school hospital."

Scott, however, felt that the mysterious oath must be hiding something else.

He had many questions about this.

Who is the person who made the oath with Ravenclaw?

Why would the other person hide their real name?

What is the purpose of such a grand and elaborate oath that spans a thousand years?

Is it merely some vitality?

It's impossible no matter how you look at it.

Furthermore, are these questions only he could have thought of?

Of course, that's impossible.

The professors did not take any action, seemingly constrained by the additional conditions of the oath.

Can such restrictions truly be enforced?

The key question is, can they keep Dumbledore in check?

Scott also expressed skepticism about this.

He knew that Roger and Eddie must have sensed something was wrong, but they chose to ignore it because the professors were there.

To be honest, if Milton hadn't been involved in the incident, Scott wouldn't have been interested in thinking about this incredibly bizarre thing here.

It sounds like there's a trap in it.

In short, after thinking about it for a while, he finally decided—

Let's wait and see for a while before making a decision.

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Chapter 082 Rimbaud, Reply, Lockhart

That evening, Scott waited until Milton returned to his dormitory after curfew to discuss the matter with him again.

But even Scott couldn't dissuade the stubborn "English Daiyu" from his idea.