The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

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In the 20s, while cleaning Byzantine artifacts, Turks unexpectedly discovered an ancient map drawn on parchment, dating back to 1513.

This map has sparked long-standing controversy around the world. People discovered that the Antarctic landmass depicted in lighter colors at the bottom of the map reveals Queen Maud Land, which is not covered by glaciers, and a network of inland rivers.

However, Antarctica was not officially discovered by humans until 1820, and Queen Maud Land was covered by glaciers for at least 10,000 years.

Scott had read this anecdote and believed that the map was most likely drawn by a wizard.

Emilia nodded. "My grandfather took that original parchment by chance."

“But copies of this map are everywhere,” Scott said.

Emilia lowered her voice, "Only a very few people know that the patterns on that map once moved."

Scott raised his eyebrows even higher. "That must be the work of some ancient wizard."

At this point, his curiosity was bursting.

“You should have told me sooner, Millie,” he said excitedly. “That map might indeed hold a secret.”

At this moment, Scott's mind was already filled with game terms such as "large-scale dungeon," "ancient ruins," and "wizard realm."

"That's how it is, but I don't want to tell you."

Emilia reached out and pinched Scott's cheek.

"I'm afraid that one day you'll secretly go on an adventure without telling us."

Scott raised his hands in surrender. "No, I'm not going to take that risk so easily, so where's the map?"

“My grandfather was studying that map before he died; he even wanted to go to Antarctica.”

Emilia said irritably.

"Unfortunately, his body wouldn't allow him to do that, and he didn't gain anything before he died."

"Did he take the map to his grave?" Scott asked.

“No, he gave the map to me, his favorite little granddaughter,” Emilia said with a smile. “But I won’t give it to you until you come of age, dear.”

"Ok."

Scott's mood also calmed down.

"That's perfect, I won't be considering traveling before I'm an adult."

“In short…” Emilia said seriously, “Grandfather said that there may still be some people who know about that map, and may even covet it.”

Scott nodded to indicate that he understood.

“But so many years have passed, and nothing has happened.” Emilia laughed again. “Perhaps Grandfather was exaggerating, or perhaps those people have already given up.”

“We still need to be careful,” Scott cautioned.

“Of course, I only told you and your father about this,” Emilia said.

The conversation about his mother's family had come to a temporary end, and Scott felt that he had already experienced too much that day.

He decided to send out the Christmas gifts he had prepared for his friends first.

He went to the kitchen, cut some beef, and went upstairs to his room.

By this time, Shay had woken up and was staring intently at Rimbaud in the tree outside the window with his big, bright golden eyes.

Scott placed the plate of beef on the windowsill, and Shay chirped gratefully twice before bowing his head to eat.

Scott took out the gift he had prepared from the deformed lizard skin bag on the table: a stack of small photo frames, each about the size of a palm.

He used the "splashing ink" technique to paint a small portrait of each of his friends, just the right size to fit into a photo frame.

In the photos, Roger, Fred, and George are depicted in a Quidditch match, while Milton is playing the cello.

As for Eddie, Scott even drew a picture of him reading a book to save face for him.

Besides these friends, he also drew a picture of Luna, which showed the back of a little girl in a nightgown sitting on a windowsill.

The morning mist he saw while talking to Luna that morning inspired him to create "splashed paint".

Aside from the gifts he prepared for Michael and Amelia, these were the only gifts he made by hand; the rest were orders placed with money.

Since magic cannot be used after leaving school, he secretly drew and made this before the holiday.

Scott took out some colored paper and began to wrap the paintings.

I need to ask Shay to deliver them all tonight.

Shay, who had become accustomed to laziness, was still enjoying his meal, unaware of the work that awaited him that night.

……

Chapter 100 The Professor and the Auror Who Suddenly Arrive

On Christmas Day, Michael knocked on Scott's door early in the morning to wake him up.

"Today's newspaper."

After receiving a response from Scott, Michael walked into the room with a stack of newspapers.

“I specifically got my hands on a newspaper from Kent.”

He handed Scott, who was sitting on the bed, a local Kent newspaper.

Scott reached out and took the unfolded document, flipping through it over and over, only to find that the headline on the front page didn't contain the content he wanted to see.

“It seems the Ministry of Magic acted quickly,” he said. “They must have intercepted it before the newspaper was published.”

"Scott!"

Just then, Emilia's voice came from downstairs.

"Your professor is here!"

Scott looked up at Michael.

“I’ll go downstairs and greet the guests for you.” Michael winked at him. “You can come down after you’ve changed your clothes.”

Watching Michael turn and leave the room, closing the door behind him, Scott rubbed his face and got up to wash.

While brushing his teeth, he looked at his face in the mirror and slowly adjusted his mindset.

After he changed his clothes, the expression on his face had completely calmed down.

Stepping out of the room, he looked down the stairs towards the living room, where Michael and Emilia were talking to Professor Flitwick and two unfamiliar male wizards.

Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief the moment he saw Professor Flitwick.

Although he felt somewhat sorry for Professor Flitwick, Scott genuinely felt that he was much easier to deal with than Dumbledore.

"Professor Flitwick?" He hurried downstairs. "What brings you here?"

Professor Flitwick smiled and waved to him. "Merry Christmas, Scott. I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning."

“You’re too kind, Professor,” Emilia said quickly. “Scott told us that you have given him a lot of help and care, and that you are the professor he respects most at the university.”

“Oh! Don’t say that, it’s what I should do as a professor.” Professor Flitwick seemed pleased.

"professor."

Scott walked up to him and then looked at the two male wizards sitting to the side.

"What happened?" he asked, looking puzzled. "Who are these two gentlemen?"

"Oh, let me introduce you."

Professor Flitwick jumped off the sofa.

"These two are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Shackle and Mr. Williamson."

"Auror?"

Scott appeared quite surprised, but still greeted the two Aurors politely.

“Hello, gentlemen.” He looked at them with even greater surprise. “Oh, you don’t look too well.”

Indeed, both Aurors looked listless, and even Mr. Shackle, who had dark skin, had very noticeable dark circles under his eyes.

"Something big has happened!" young Mr. Williamson couldn't help but complain. "We spent the entire night erasing those Muggles' memories; their curiosity is just too much..."

“Williamson!” Shackled gave him a serious look.

Williamson immediately shut his mouth.

“Listen, Scott.”

Professor Flitwick said to Scott.

“A sad thing happened yesterday. Miss Travers, a first-year Slytherin student, has passed away.”

"Travers?"

Scott thought about it.

"Could it be Jasmine Travers?" He stared in surprise.

Professor Flitwick sighed. "That's right, she split up while being Apparated by her house-elf."

"This……"

Scott could only open his mouth wide.

“There are still some questions about this matter,” Shakel said. “That’s why we’ve come to you for a routine inquiry.”