The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The Hufflepuff students were all shouting that it was unfair, and a small number of Ravenclaw students also showed expressions of disapproval.

Only Roger and Milton, who were sitting with Scott, congratulated him.

Roger believed in Professor Flitwick's judgment, while Milton genuinely thought the painting was fantastic.

Scott knew that most of the Ravenclaw students were like Roger; although they were all puzzled, they were intelligent and never made hasty conclusions, and they would choose to believe their dean.

"Quiet!"

Professor Flitwick shrieked at the students to stop their noise, waving his wand excitedly.

"You certainly don't understand why I would give Ravenclaw extra points for a painting that doesn't move, but I will explain!"

The students immediately obeyed and quieted down.

Scott felt this was also because the students in this class were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs; if Gryffindors and Slytherins were here, they probably wouldn't be so obedient.

Professor Flitwick nodded in satisfaction and said to the students, "As you delve deeper into the study of magic, you will gradually gain a clearer understanding of magical power."

His tone was melodious and passionate.

"At that time you will realize that the magic that each of you possesses will manifest in different forms due to individual differences."

Although they didn't know how this had anything to do with the painting, the students listened attentively.

Professor Flitwick gave an example: "If your Headmaster Dumbledore saw this painting, he would definitely recognize its subject at first glance."

He bounced his small body on the pile of books and straightened his chest.

"Ahem... If we strip away all physical appearances, Mr. Trollope is describing me!"

"So that's how it is!" Milton blurted out excitedly. "That's why I feel a sense of familiarity with this painting."

He looked up at the painting on the wall.

"The painting truly captures the wonderful qualities of wisdom and courage, perfectly depicting Professor Frivius!"

The very sentimental Milton never hesitates to praise others, sometimes even to the point of being a little cheesy.

"Ahem." In short, Professor Flitwick blushed again. "Thank you, thank you for your compliment, Mr. Grevis."

At this moment, the other students also looked at the painting carefully with new eyes.

However, no matter how much they looked at it, they still couldn't discern Professor Frivi from that colorful abstract painting.

One of Hufflepuff's students raised his hand.

“Mr. Diggory, please speak.” Professor Flitwick looked at him.

Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff star from the same cohort as Scott.

Scott also turned to look at him.

Chapter 010 Magic Perception, Weekend Morning

“Professor,” Cedric stood up, “when you said ‘set aside the appearance of form,’ did you mean that Scott was actually painting your magic?”

Professor Flitwick smiled and pointed at Scott, "Why don't we let Mr. Trollope answer this question himself?"

Seeing Professor Flitwick's gesture, Scott stood up and said, "That's right, just as Professor Flitwick said, everyone's magic is different."

He turned to look at Cedric.

"To be precise, this painting is a depiction of my feelings about Professor Flitwick's magic after I sensed it."

"Was that what you saw?" Cedric asked him.

Scott shook his head. "It's not really seeing, it's a perception, but it's very clear. I just record my feelings through painting."

"Yes, magic perception!"

Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice.

"Mr. Trollope has accomplished what most adult wizards cannot!"

He not only clearly sensed my magic, but also used unprecedented creativity to accurately express his feelings to others through painting!

Although it's a Muggle oil painting, I believe its significance is far greater than that of a moving magical image!

“Professor,” Cedric asked again, “you mean, not everyone can do this through in-depth study of magic?”

"Yes, it requires a talent for perception."

Professor Flitwick does not deny this.

He further explained, "Basically everyone can sense magic, but some people can only sense it vaguely, while others can clearly perceive the information contained within a wizard's magic..."

"Is that why you can always sense who's approaching you?" Roger whispered to Scott.

Scott nodded, and said to Roger and Milton, "I think Milton has that talent too."

Roger agreed, “Yes, Milton, your senses have always been very sharp.”

"He's still far from being as good as Scott."

Milton was in a good mood and seemed to have forgotten last night's "defeat".

He even joked about himself, "Besides, most people would just say that I'm too sensitive."

At this point, it was time for class to officially begin.

Professor Flitwick immediately ended the discussion about magical perception and asked everyone to open their textbooks.

"Please look at the first chapter of your book. Today we're going to learn the Spell of Attraction..."

……

Scott didn't know if others had discovered that he could roughly judge a person's character and inner qualities by sensing magic.

This can actually be seen from Milton's interpretation of that painting.

This is also why he previously believed that Jacob Kent was not lying.

At the same time, he was also thinking that Tom Riddle, who had not yet become Voldemort in the original book, was loved by all the teachers at school, but Dumbledore never believed him, probably because his magical performance could not convince Dumbledore.

……

When the midday sun shone through the classroom windows and fell on everyone, the morning's consecutive spell classes came to an end.

"Thank you for the gift, Scott. Now, I'm going to show this student's work to the other professors!"

Flitwick spoke to Scott alone, then waved his wand, making the painting float behind him, and left the classroom with his head held high.

“Oh! Now you’re going to be famous, Scott.” Roger patted Scott on the shoulder, signaling him to watch the way the students around him were looking at him.

“That’s great. Scott has such talent, so he should be able to showcase it.” Milton was happy for Scott.

Scott's classmates from Ravenclaw also came over to congratulate him.

"Congratulations, Scott."

"Well done, Scott."

Ravenclaw students typically admire those who go further, in whatever way.

They knew very well that Scott's ability to do what he did could not be simply attributed to talent.

Talent also needs to accumulate enough knowledge and experience to become actual strength.

"Thank you," Scott said calmly.

"Scott, you've done something unexpected again."

Cedric of Hufflepuff also came over with a smile.

Scott and he were both members of Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, and the two got along quite well.

The two belong to different colleges, yet both possess exceptional talent in Transfiguration. They are both friends and rivals.

Cedric patted Scott on the shoulder and said, "Don't leave us kids too far behind."

“I’m not going to stop here, Cedric,” Scott said with a laugh.

Cedric sighed. "Looks like I need to work even harder."

……

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

On Sunday, Roger woke everyone in the dorm early in the morning.

"Is there something you need, Roger?"

Scott leaned against the pillows, not wanting to move, only opening his eyes to look at Roger.

Roger had already changed into a full Quidditch uniform and protective gear, and was carrying his flying broomstick.

“Come on, let’s go to the stadium and see if Ravenclaw has any decent newcomers this year,” Roger said enthusiastically to his three roommates.

“Please…” Milton mumbled with his eyes closed, “I remember the Quidditch team selections were on the weekend of the second week?”

Roger said, "Captain Bruce decided to scout the prospective players a week early and give them some guidance. He hopes they will perform better in next week's selection process."

Eddie, who had just sat up, slumped back down on the bed with a thud. "Just because of this? What does this have to do with us!"

“Come on, friends! You’re all Ravenclaws!” Roger raised his voice. “I think it’s necessary for you to know more about our House team.”

Scott thought Roger's words made no sense at all, so he grabbed a pillow and threw it at Roger.

"We're not going!"

……

But Scott and his team eventually arrived at the Quidditch stadium and sat in the stands.

"Merlin! Roger is such a nuisance! He's murdering our sleep!"

Eddie was munching on a sandwich while constantly complaining.

Milton leaned back in his seat, his eyes vacant, looking up at the sky still shrouded in morning mist.

Scott also took a piece of bread and ate it slowly, neither of them responding to Eddie's offer.

But Eddie didn't seem to care; he seemed to be having a great time talking to himself.

"Yesterday morning, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams clashed here over the pitch."