The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Roger also said, "Don't worry, we'll pack lunch for you."

Milton sobbed again, "Oh! Yes, I need to get away from people's sight for a while, thank you!"

After thanking him, he hurriedly ran towards Ravenclaw Tower.

Scott watched his retreating figure and said to Roger, "Lockhart seems to have a habit of targeting one person relentlessly. As far as I know, a second-year Gryffindor student was called upon to perform a play in every class after that because he mocked his Cornish elf in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

“Milton doesn’t seem to have offended him?” Roger was a little confused.

“No, Milton has already offended him,” Scott said helplessly. “Milton believes Lockhart’s classes have tainted the art of theater. You know, he’s never good at hiding his emotions, and Lockhart must have seen that look in his eyes.”

“That look?” Roger’s expression changed. “I understand now, it’s [Milton’s contempt]!”

He had also experienced Milton's gaze, and it remained vivid in his memory.

"Roger, for Milton's sake, and for the peace and quiet of our dormitory."

Scott patted Roger on the shoulder.

"Please take Milton's place in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"why me?"

"Because you are the most handsome of the four boys in our dorm."

"Oh! Since you put it that way... alright then!"

As the two entered the auditorium, Scott suddenly stopped and looked down at the bottom of the staircase in the foyer.

"what happened?"

Roger followed Scott's gaze and then clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Hmm? That kid must be a freshman, standing close together with three girls whispering to each other? Maybe he'll soon have more ex-girlfriends than me!"

“Something’s not right.” Scott’s eyes turned slightly cold. “Jacob Kent, Caitlin Roll. If you recall, these two freshmen had a conflict on the first day of school, and Caitlin Roll accused Jacob Kent of pushing her down the spiral staircase of Ravenclaw Tower.”

Roger said in surprise, "But now these two are actually hanging out together? And with two Slytherin girls too?"

Scott frowned. "That blonde Slytherin girl is Jasmine Travers."

"is her?"

Roger's face showed a look of surprise.

Eddie eventually couldn't help but tell Roger about Scott's veiled assessment of Jasmine Travers.

He asked Scott, "What do you mean?"

“What happened on the first day of school is probably not that simple,” Scott said. “That girl, Jasmine Travers, that matter is probably related to her.”

Just then, Travers, who was at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly looked up and met Scott's eyes once again.

Scott paid no attention to the polite, aloof smile on the girl's face. At that moment, his gaze seemed to pierce through her pupils, seeing into her very soul.

The girl immediately stopped smiling and lowered her head to avoid Scott's gaze.

"Jacob".

Scott called the boy's name.

"Mr. Trollope."

Jacob looked up and greeted Scott politely.

“It’s lunchtime,” Scott said.

“Yes, thank you for reminding me.” Jacob smiled.

Seeing the expression on the boy's face, Scott lowered his eyelids, said nothing more, just nodded, and turned to walk into the auditorium.

"What's wrong?" Roger followed him and asked in a low voice.

"That boy has changed."

Scott said something in a low voice without any context, and walked straight to the long table belonging to Ravenclaw and sat down.

Roger sat down beside him. "Scott?"

We'll talk about it later.

Scott shook his head and began to eat.

However, the crease between his brows never disappeared.

Chapter 013 Dormitory Night Talk, Stay On Top

That night in his dorm room, Scott sat in his pajamas on a blue velvet armchair by the window, fiddling with a silver-gray metal block in his hand.

"Scott."

Roger walked over and sat directly on the windowsill.

“You must have discovered something around noon,” he said confidently. “I must say, you didn’t look too good then.”

Scott understood that he was referring to the two Ravenclaw freshmen, Jacob Kent and Caitlin Roll.

These two people, who had a huge conflict long ago, seemed to have made up as before. At noon, they were even seen hanging out with Jasmine Travers of Slytherin.

Just as he was about to speak, Eddie, who was already lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Milton, another member of the dormitory, also pulled back his bed curtains, which had been drawn back.

He had been feeling down about his embarrassing performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but now he poked his head out and asked the two of them, "Noon? What happened after I left? But you didn't say anything when you came back to the dorm at noon."

Of course, unlike Eddie, whose face was full of eagerness for gossip, Milton's somewhat haggard face only showed concern for his friend.

When asked questions by his other two roommates, Roger hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Scott.

Scott nodded at him with a helpless expression.

"It's like this..."

Roger immediately stood up and walked to the center of the dormitory, where he began to vividly describe to Eddie and Milton the unusual scene he had witnessed at noon.

As Roger recounted the story, Milton gradually frowned, while Eddie let out several gasps of surprise.

After Roger finished speaking, the three of them turned to look at Scott.

"..."

Faced with three pairs of eyes with different expressions, Scott was momentarily speechless.

"..."

However, his three roommates continued to keep a close eye on him relentlessly.

Scott sighed inwardly and said to them, "This matter seems a bit complicated and could be quite troublesome. Are you sure you want to get involved?"

“No.” Eddie shook his head first. “This matter is related to that ‘poison doll’ lady. You’ve already warned me about it.”

Scott chuckled. Ever since his stern warning, Eddie had started referring to Jasmine Travers as a "poison doll" to avoid accidentally letting it slip.

"And... Travertt and Roll, just listen to those surnames."

Eddie shrugged, a comical expression on his face.

"The second of the great 'Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families'? Merlin, I'm just a Muggle-born wizard, I can't afford to mess with such pure-blood trouble."

Roger laughed and said, "And Morgan Avery, Jasmine Travers' Slytherin companion."

He shrugged, mimicking Eddie's gesture. "Also one of the great 'Twenty-Eight Purebloods'."

"But……"

Milton got out of bed, put on his slippers, sat on the edge of the bed, and casually ran his fingers through his long hair.

He said worriedly, "Kent and Roll are, after all, new students at our Ravenclaw house. What if... what if they get bullied by Slytherins?"

“Especially Kent, he’s also a Muggle-born wizard,” Eddie, who was the most well-informed, added, glancing at Scott again.

“Kent…”

Scott recalled seeing Jacob Kent at noon.

Compared to the poor boy he met in the common room on the first morning of the new semester, the boy had clearly changed a lot.

Even the magic he sensed had changed significantly.

If it weren't for some unchanged parts, he probably would have thought the boy he saw was someone else who had drunk the compound decoction and was now impersonating him.

“I gave that boy a chance to ask for help,” Scott said to Roger. “If he was forced into it, he should have done as I said and come with us to the auditorium right away.”

He's not the kind of warm-hearted, helpful person who's just offering assistance casually; this is already the limit of what he can do.

“But I remember you also said that the boy has changed,” Roger said. “Although we don’t know exactly what happened, perhaps the boy’s change is also related to Miss ‘Poison Doll’.”

“That is indeed a possibility,” Scott did not deny.

He knew very well that if a wizard's magic changed drastically in a short period of time, the most likely reason was that he had practiced some kind of dark magic.

But he didn't say it.

Jacob Kent was a newly enrolled, Muggle-born wizard. Few would believe that he would be able to learn dark magic so quickly after enrolling.

Roger continued, "Although Ravenclaw has generally remained neutral in the Slytherin-Gryffindor conflict, we must react quickly if Miss Slytherin's 'Poison Doll' has already extended her poisonous hand into Ravenclaw."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Scott, shamelessly leaning back on the sofa armrest and pretending to massage his shoulders.

"So what should we do? Please make a decision quickly! Mr. Trollope, the uncrowned king of Room 16, the male dormitory at Ravenclaw School!"

“When did I get such a long and uncool title?” Scott was both amused and exasperated. He really wanted to smash Roger’s head with the metal block in his hand.

“It was my idea just now!” Roger pressed his hand on his shoulder harder. “In order to deal with the sinister hand reaching out from Slytherin, I have decided to elect you as the commander of this operation and lead us to victory.”

"Get out of the way."

Scott pulled his hand away from Roger's and looked at his three roommates seriously.

"So... what exactly do you want to do?"

“Of course, everything will be as you decide, Mr. Trollope,” Roger said, still feigning nonchalance.

Eddie and Milton nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, I’ll listen to you too, Scott.”