The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"The one I heard that time was definitely not this good..." Roger murmured.

“I’ve said it before, she’s become more and more beautiful than when I first heard it,” Milton said softly. “Now she’s become even more perfect.”

"Let's go in and take a look."

Scott thought for a moment, then led the way into the room.

What he didn't say was that just listening to one song actually made his magic more active, and his control and perception of magic became stronger.

This greatly increased his curiosity.

"and many more."

His roommates quickly followed behind him.

As they stepped into the dark corridor, the magical lamps on the walls on both sides suddenly lit up one after another, extending into the depths of the corridor.

"Scott, maybe we shouldn't go in."

Milton, his voice hoarse, began to persuade him again.

"At the very least, we should tell the professor about our findings here first."

Scott shook his head.

"Professors cannot be involved in this."

He strode forward.

"Let's go take a look."

Milton was being pushed along by Roger and Eddie.

As they walked through the long corridor, the view suddenly opened up before them.

This is an extremely tall stone hall.

The hall was not dark; tall floor-to-ceiling windows lined the walls on both sides, offering views of the Black Lake.

Scott narrowed his eyes, guessing that these views and the sky displayed on the ceiling of the castle hall must be the same kind of magic.

The most eye-catching feature of the entire hall is the pipe organ that occupies an entire wall.

Large and small copper pipes are arranged in an orderly manner on the ornately decorated wall, covering the towering wall.

A woman was sitting in front of the multi-keyboard performance stage.

She wore a pointed black hat and a gorgeous emerald green robe, with her long, shiny black hair cascading down her back.

"Hello, I didn't expect to find a little wizard here."

She didn't turn around, her voice was cold and clear.

"Hello, ma'am."

Scott took a step forward and bowed politely.

"I apologize for disturbing you."

He looked up at her back again. From her opaque body, he could at least tell that she was not a ghost.

but……

He never expected that a wizard would be hiding here. Could he be a descendant of the person who made the oath with Ravenclaw?

"I know why you've come here."

The black-haired witch remained seated motionless in front of the organ's playing platform.

"Is his name Milton?" she asked, "the child who wants to back out."

At this moment, Milton pulled Scott aside, who was about to speak, and stepped forward himself.

“Yes, my name is Milton Grevis, madam.” He bowed.

“You have a great talent for music, Milton.”

The black-haired witch's tone was completely devoid of emotion.

"After receiving your talent, my playing has become more and more perfect."

She suddenly stood up slowly, her long skirt sweeping across the ground, and turned to look at the boys.

Her face was covered by a semi-transparent black veil attached to her hat, revealing only her dark eyes and bright red lips.

But Scott was certain that the woman was undeniably beautiful.

Especially her snow-white skin, which reflected a delicate luster, made her look almost unreal.

At that moment, she parted her red lips slightly and asked in a cool voice, "Milton, you got what you wanted, didn't you?"

“Yes, ma’am,” Milton said, bowing his head.

"So what else are you dissatisfied with?" The black-haired witch continued to look at him. "You are already capable of becoming an even more powerful wizard."

“I’m sorry,” Milton looked up, “becoming a powerful wizard is not my dream.”

"Oh?"

The black-haired witch's bright red lips suddenly curled into a mocking smile.

"So what is your dream?"

She walked gracefully to Milton, step by step, and looked down at him.

"Child, do you perhaps aspire to be a musician?"

She chuckled softly again.

"Heh... how about this, musicians aren't only suited for wizards..."

She reached out and touched Milton's forehead with her slender, pale fingers.

"...How about you use all your magic in exchange for the music?"

She said it mockingly.

"That way you might become a great... Muggle musician."

"I……"

Milton involuntarily took a step back.

"So? Are you reluctant to part with it?"

The black-haired witch didn't move, but continued to stare at him.

"Tell me, child, magic or music, which would you choose?"

At this moment, Scott stared wide-eyed in shock at the black-haired witch.

As she approached the group, Scott's magical perception became increasingly clear.

To his astonishment, he discovered that this mysterious black-haired witch's body was not human, nor even a living being.

Although he didn't know what her body was made of, he was certain that this woman was more like a cold, lifeless doll than a living person.

"You've discovered it."

The black-haired witch turned and met Scott's gaze.

"Indeed, I am no longer a living wizard."

Scott adjusted his breathing to calm himself down.

He tentatively asked, "May we know your identity?"

"That's pointless now, child."

"The black-haired witch said in a cold voice."

She turned to Milton and asked, "Have you thought it through, Milton?"

Before Milton could answer, she looked at the other three boys.

"or……"

She then suggested.

“You’re friends, right? You can also help him pay the price. If everyone contributes some magic on average, he won’t become a Muggle.”

"No! That's impossible!"

Milton immediately shouted.

"I will pay the price myself!"

The black-haired witch seemed somewhat pleased. "Oh? So you've chosen music after all?"

Although she still showed little expression, her tone was somewhat lighthearted.

“Milton,” Scott suddenly spoke up, “you should seriously consider whether becoming a Muggle for music is really worth it.”

"Yes, Milton, think about it again!"

Don't rush into making a decision.

Eddie and Roger also tried to persuade him.

"What?" The black-haired witch glared at Scott with displeasure. "Are you willing to help your friend pay the price?"

"I don't want to."

Scott was telling the truth.

“You…” The black-haired witch looked at him in surprise.

"That's normal."

Scott said calmly.

“Milton is my friend, and I was willing to come here for him, to speak with you, and to give him a chance to change his mind. But this is all I can do for friendship.”

"Truly Ravenclaw's friendship."

The black-haired witch spoke in a tone that was both admiration and sarcasm.

"For thousands of years... the guys in your academy are still the same..."