The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"sit."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the teapot and teacups on the table began to move, pouring two cups of hot tea.

"Yes."

Scott readily agreed and sat down.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Professor Flitwick said, sitting down opposite him and picking up his teacup. “How can I help you refine your Transfiguration?”

Scott listened attentively.

“You should be mentally prepared that there is a lot to learn,” Professor Frivi added.

Scott nodded.

"Let's leave aside Transfiguration; in your vision, Transfiguration is the most important thing."

Professor Flitwick took a sip of tea and then leaned down to gently place the teacup on the table.

“Transfiguration isn’t my forte,” he said with a smile. “But fortunately, you have an exceptional talent for it, and Professor McGonagall has been diligently teaching you. You just need to continue learning step by step.”

“Yes.” Scott nodded again.

"As for other aspects..."

Professor Flitwick added.

"Although I have never tried combining spells with transfiguration spells, I do have some experience with combining spells."

This is it.

Scott looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Professor Flitwick smiled kindly. "Of course I can spend time teaching you directly. As a professor, I will not refuse any student who actively wants to learn."

"Thank you, Professor."

Scott was overjoyed and extremely grateful.

He quickly stood up and bowed.

Don't let Professor Flitwick's casual tone fool you; the combination of spells is a technique he developed himself and is one of his proudest achievements.

Moreover, this is not part of the regular curriculum at Hogwarts School. In fact, it's not like any student who wants to learn something will necessarily receive dedicated instruction from a professor.

Professor Flitwick smiled and waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"As for the ancient runes," he added, "although I have some research on them, my research focuses on restoring some ancient magic, which doesn't align with what you're looking for."

Scott sat down obediently and listened to him continue.

Professor Flitwick said, "I have already spoken with Professor Barblin. In addition to classroom learning, if you have any questions, you can ask her between 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. every Sunday."

"This……"

Scott was so excited that he stood up again.

"I don't know how to thank you, Professor."

He really didn't expect Professor Flitwick to go to such lengths for him.

For him, learning ancient magic runes was the most difficult part.

Firstly, the subject itself is very difficult, and secondly, there is a lack of learning opportunities.

It's worth noting that Professor Babling, who teaches ancient magic script, is known for being mysterious and aloof.

In her classes, she only explains the planned teaching content and requires students not to ask questions.

If students ask her questions outside of class, she never gives them a direct answer; instead, she provides a reading list.

Scott had previously used her method to deal with students who asked him for Transfiguration lessons.

This professor was always engrossed in her own world. She considered answering some students' stupid questions a waste of her time, and she never even showed up outside the Ancient Runes classroom.

Since Professor Flitwick asked Scott to consult him, he clearly meant that Professor Barblin would patiently answer his questions.

Professor Frivi paid some price—whether it was material or personal favor—to persuade Professor Babling to agree.

"You're welcome, Scott."

Professor Flitwick waved for him to sit down again, and said with a smile.

“It’s rare for Ravenclaw to have such an outstanding student as you, and what’s even rarer is… that you’re not interested in anything outside of magic.”

Scott sat down again to listen to him speak.

“A wizard’s energy in a lifetime is limited,” Professor Flitwick said slowly. “If it’s due to a lack of talent, that’s one thing, like me…”

He waved his hand, silencing Scott who was about to speak.

"I have seen many talented wizards in my life, but only three of them are the most talented."

He said somewhat excitedly.

"That's Dumbledore and the two Dark Lords."

His regret was palpable.

"But they have too many distractions, and they even treat magic as a means to achieve other goals rather than the highest pursuit."

Scott listened quietly, quite agreeing with the sentiment.

Dumbledore dedicated his life to the peace of the wizarding world and the peaceful coexistence of wizards and Muggles.

Scott didn’t know much about the first Dark Lord, only that he had heard that he seemed to want wizards to rule over Muggles.

As for Voldemort, what he sought was supreme power, a position above all living beings, and immortality.

Magic was indeed just a means and a power to them.

“And you are a real Ravenclaw, Scott.”

Professor Flitwick looked at Scott with satisfaction.

“I used to think your personality was more like Hufflepuff’s, because you were indeed very low-key and didn’t like to show off in the past few years.”

Scott smiled shyly at this.

“But then I discovered that it was simply because you were so focused on your magical research that you had little interest in anything else,” Professor Flitwick continued. “Typical Ravenclaw.”

“I’ve always felt that nothing is more interesting than magic itself,” Scott said sincerely.

“Of course!” Professor Flitwick said with a hint of fervor. “Magic is the greatest thing, and magic is the most important part of a wizard.”

Scott felt that Professor Flitwick was also a typical Ravenclaw, rather than the half-and-half Ravenclaw and half-Gryffindor he had originally thought.

"That's it, Scott!"

Professor Flitwick looked at Scott with delight.

“You are a Ravenclaw, you will focus on magic, and I hope you, a Ravenclaw, can achieve even greater things! What reason do I have not to do everything I can to help you!”

Professor Flitwick had already gone this far, what else could Scott say?

He didn't express his gratitude again, nor did he promise to live up to Professor Flitwick's expectations...

These are all illusions.

He immediately began asking questions about the spells.

Professor Flitwick smiled with satisfaction at this.

From that day on, Scott became busy again, and at one point even felt that there wasn't enough time.

His roommates were taken aback by his sudden burst of enthusiasm for studying.

It wasn't until the end of January 1993 that an unexpected incident pulled Scott out of his intense study.

"You mean... something happened to Milton?"

He looked at Eddie, who had come to tell him the news, with surprise.

“He kept saying he was fine and kept refusing our involvement,” Eddie shrugged. “But… anyway, he was just found unconscious in the dungeon.”

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Chapter 111 The Plan is Agreed Upon, The Missing Pippi the Ghost

Upon hearing the news from Eddie, Scott had a feeling that "this is finally happening."

But at the same time, he felt a little guilty, because he had been so engrossed in his own affairs lately that he had neglected Milton's actions.

“Let’s go take a look,” he said to Eddie.

When the two arrived at the school hospital, Milton had already woken up.

Milton, are you alright?

After obtaining Mrs. Pomfrey's permission, Scott and Eddie quickly entered the ward.

"You've arrived."

Milton was sitting on the hospital bed, smiling at them.

He looked somewhat weak.

"what happened?"

Scott glanced at Mrs. Pomfrey, who was watching them from a distance, and asked Milton in a low voice.

"It seems your operation hasn't gone very smoothly."

Milton shook his head.

“Just like you always say, Scott,” his voice was a little hoarse, “everyone has to bear the consequences of the choices they make.”

He lowered his head as he said this.

"I was the one who agreed to the exchange of vows, and I was the one who chose to give up music. Now I want to go back on my word... This is wrong in the first place."

"Let's put aside the question of right and wrong for now," he said to Milton. "Tell us the specifics of what happened and how you collapsed there."

Milton shook his head.

His long hair obscured his face, so Scott couldn't see his expression.