The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"We need to use this today..."

The wall on one side of the office suddenly cracked open, revealing a room hidden behind it.

This was an empty room with only a few human-shaped targets standing in it, clearly a spell practice room.

"Come in, come in."

Professor Flitwick gestured for Scott to follow, and the two entered the practice room. Then, Professor Flitwick waved his wand again to close the cracked wall.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat.

"I have already taught you the basic principles of combination casting. Now let's start practicing with the simplest combination casting."

He said this as he paced back and forth.

"You should know very well that using spells is not something you can do just by reading the written instructions; it still requires a lot of practice."

Scott nodded in agreement.

"Then let's begin!"

Professor Flitwick rolled up his sleeves and raised his wand.

"Which spell should we start practicing?"

He thought about it.

"Like this, grow bigger quickly (Engorgio) —"

His wand traced a winding arc in the air.

"Colovaria!"

His wand trembled twice with lightning speed, and two spells of different colors flew from the tip of the wand with a slight difference in timing, hitting a human-shaped target almost simultaneously.

Then, the humanoid target instantly expanded and changed from its original wood color to blue.

“That’s the simplest way,” Professor Flitwick told Scott. “My Inflation Charm and Color Change Charm changed the target’s color and volume almost simultaneously.”

Scott nodded in understanding.

Professor Flitwick gestured for him to come forward, "Now you can try."

Scott took out his wand and stepped forward.

"Grow bigger instantly—change color and appearance!"

He waved his wand, but nothing happened.

The repeated use of the color-changing spell even affected his expansion spell, causing both spells to become ineffective.

“Oh! That’s how it started!” Professor Flitwick encouraged him. “Again, pay attention to what I told you about the key points of combination casting!”

"Grow bigger instantly—change color and appearance!"

Scott tried again, and this time a spell flew from his wand, changing the color of the humanoid target.

"You've improved! Let's try again!"

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands.

Scott waved his wand again.

An hour later, Scott stood there, slightly out of breath.

His combined spellcasting practice still failed.

"That's enough for today, you don't have much energy left."

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands again.

"Don't be discouraged. I didn't learn it this quickly when I was practicing. I hope you will practice diligently in private."

Scott agreed, thanked Professor Flitwick, and left his office.

It was nearing curfew, and the castle corridors were deserted.

Scott, feeling somewhat tired, went downstairs and headed straight for the elevated stone bridge over the cliff.

A cold wind howled past, and he took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, then tightened his scarf and cloak.

As he walked to the other end of the stone bridge, he unsurprisingly heard rousing music.

Scott leaned against the railing and closed his eyes, his thoughts once again soaring with the music, as if drifting with the wind.

The world took on a different meaning in his senses, as if he had become one with the world around him.

He stood there quietly, listening to the entire piece.

When the music ended, he opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the feeling of magic becoming more active and easier to control returned.

If this feeling could still be considered an illusion, he was certain that the range he could perceive with his magic had expanded slightly.

"Thank you, Miss Slytherin."

Scott's voice was carried away by the wind, and he turned around and walked straight back.

This is a bit bad.

he thinks.

This music is definitely addictive.

He even felt that this music could be considered a kind of magic.

and……

Just as Milton had experienced before, this must be Medea's bait.

The problem is that Scott only wants to eat the bait, but doesn't want to bite the hook.

...I wonder if I'll end up angering that lady.

Scott stopped abruptly when he reached the middle of the viaduct.

His expression turned somewhat grim.

In his perception, two people at each end of the stone bridge stepped onto the bridge at that moment.

It was Stryner and his three companions.

That guy really wasn't going to let it go.

Scott thought with a hint of helplessness.

He looked up and whistled, and a small, dark shadow swooped down from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

"You didn't even notice that the enemy had surrounded me, what use are you?"

Scott flicked Rimbaud's head in annoyance.

"I'm sorry... Hehe..."

Rimbaud twisted his neck and hid his head under his wing.

"never mind."

Scott reached into the shapeshifting lizard pocket at his waist and began pulling out stones and pieces of wood of various sizes, scattering them in front of and behind him.

"It wouldn't be bad to try out positional warfare."

Then, he raised his hand and held up his wand.

"Avis (flock of birds)".

A large flock of crows, smaller than Rimbaud, flew out of his wand and took to the sky with a flapping sound.

"They are now in your care, Rimbaud."

Scott shrugged.

"Quack! Quack!"

Rimbaud immediately raised his head proudly and flew into the sky with a cry.

Scott then moved as well, the beams of the Transfiguration Charm flashing intermittently, causing the rocks and wood in front of and behind him to change.

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Chapter 119 A Quickly Resolved Battle

When Stryner and his companions walked from one end of the stone bridge to the middle, they saw Scott standing alone in the center of the bridge.

“Good evening, Trollope,” Strilner said with a grin.

Scott nodded. "Good evening, Strilner... and these three gentlemen."

Stryner raised his hand and gestured with his wand toward Scott.

He smiled and said, "You know why we've come to see you, Trollope."

"Ugh."

Scott gave a mock sigh.

"It seems Mr. Stirner is still holding a grudge about losing to me in a duel last semester."

“Ha…” Stirrner scoffed. “Mudbloods are mudbloods, they can only see such trivial things.”

Scott narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

"It's not me who's looking to cause you trouble this time."

Stryner grinned maliciously and stepped aside, revealing the boy standing behind him.

"Hello."

The boy was shorter than Stryner, with a head of thick black hair that covered his eyes, and a disproportionately large hooked nose.

“I am Elijah Caro,” he introduced himself. “Slytherin, sixth year.”

Carlo?