The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"I will."

"Thank you, Albus, this was not your responsibility."

“I should thank you, Amelia, for not being upset that I did too much.”

"Because I know what you're doing, and you deserve my trust."

Ms. Burns ended her conversation with Dumbledore and turned to walk towards the other side of the crowd.

Soon, she Apparated away with the Aurors.

"So... Minister Burns isn't going to get involved anymore?" Scott asked softly.

“She also has a lot of work to do,” Dumbledore said.

At this moment, the few remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix came over.

"What exactly happened?" Sirius asked impatiently. "Why did Ms. Burns say the results of this operation would be announced only tomorrow?"

Dumbledore said, "Because we have not yet achieved a decisive result, but we have a plan and can look forward to the final outcome."

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore's words were ambiguous, and Sirius clearly did not understand.

“There’s no need to ask so many questions,” Professor Moody said. “Let’s just do what Albus says. You should choose to believe him.”

“Yes, Dumbledore is always right,” Mr. Weasley nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I never said I didn't believe him," Sirius said, pursing his lips.

Standing next to him, Lu Ping smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go back to the castle first."

Dumbledore looked up at the castle across the Black Lake.

Dawn had already broken.

Chapter 527 Give him a bottle of life-and-death potion

Back at Hogwarts Castle, Scott didn't concern himself with what happened next.

He hadn't slept all night and needed to catch up on his sleep.

He handed the Otherworld Stone directly to Dumbledore and then returned to the Ravenclaw common room.

It was still barely dawn, and no one had gotten up yet.

Scott tiptoed back to his dorm room, took off his clothes, and went to sleep.

It felt like only a short while later, but in his daze, he heard someone calling him.

"Scott."

"Scott!"

"Get up!"

"I'm going to be late for class!"

“I’m not getting up,” Scott said vaguely. “I’m not going to class today.”

What did you do last night?

Scott didn't answer, turned over and fell asleep again.

When he finally woke up, it was already noon.

He sat up in bed and shook his heavy head.

Remembering what he still had to do today, he quickly got up, ran to the bathroom to take a shower, and then changed his clothes.

After leaving the common room, he ran into Luna on the spiral staircase of the tower.

Luna was going upstairs at that moment.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Luna tilted her head.

I didn't see you at the dinner table today.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Scott glanced at his watch. “Is lunchtime over?”

Luna nodded. "You can go straight to the kitchen."

"Oh, I don't have time for lunch. I'll go to the principal's office and get some snacks instead."

Scott waved his hand and walked past Luna down the road.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Luna turned around.

"This is an ending, and also a beginning."

"what?"

Scott, who had already descended several steps, looked up at Luna.

Luna simply smiled and waved, then turned and walked upstairs.

Scott hesitated for a moment, then continued downstairs.

After circling the castle, he entered through the third-floor entrance and arrived at the wooden door of the principal's office.

He glanced at the griffin statue beside him, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Du, du du.

The door opened.

Scott walked into the office and found that there were already three people inside.

Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Harry.

Harry was slumped on the sofa with a helpless expression, while Dumbledore sat opposite him with a teacup in his hand.

Only Sirius was pacing back and forth, looking anxious.

"good afternoon."

Scott greeted him.

"good afternoon."

Harry and Sirius answered in unison.

Scott could tell that both of them were speaking in a strange tone.

Sirius's tone carried a subtle anxiety, while Harry's tone was tinged with frustration.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Dumbledore still looked cheerful and showed no signs of negative emotions.

"I haven't had breakfast, and I haven't had lunch yet, Professor."

Scott said this as he walked over and sat down next to Harry.

Dumbledore suggested enthusiastically, "Oh, no problem, you can fill your stomach here too. Would you like to try my treasured pile of cockroaches?"

“No, thank you,” Scott refused outright. “Please give me something more like food.”

"Okay, I remember you don't like sweets."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

There was a clinking sound on the coffee table in front of Scott as several plates of various kinds of pastries and a cup of tea appeared one after another.

"Thank you."

Feeling like he was starving, Scott reached for a sandwich and started munching on it.

At that moment, he noticed that Harry and Sirius were looking at him, so he turned to look at them as well.

"You want to eat too?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile and replied, "Thank you, but I've already eaten and I'm not hungry yet."

"It's not going well, it's going very badly."

Sirius Black, still looking anxious, paced back and forth, talking loudly.

"Perhaps your plan will not succeed."

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth.

"I suggest that if it doesn't work, just throw them all in."

"Sirius, we can't do that!" Harry shouted. "It would implicate innocent people!"

Sirius dismissed it, saying, "Come on, none of those people are innocent."

“I know,” Harry insisted, “but not everyone’s crime deserves the death penalty.”

Dumbledore began, “They must be tried in Wizengamor; only then will the verdict have legal effect.”

Sirius frowned deeply. "But, is this the reason we should let the plan fail? There won't be another chance like this!"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Harry scratched his head in frustration, then looked at Dumbledore with a determined gaze.

"Let's keep trying, Professor."

Sirius, who was standing to the side, hesitated and then remained silent.

Scott ate his food while watching the three talk, without joining in the conversation.

There's not much to say; if it were up to him, he would have already thrown the interdimensional gem into the secret realm.

But since it wasn't his decision, he stopped caring.