The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Lumos!"

Scott tapped the wand in his hand several times in the air, and several groups of inconspicuous glimmers like fireflies floated in front of him.

He began to read the letter carefully in the dim light.

[You really did not disappoint me, boy.

I appreciate your caution...]

I seem to have been fooled.

Scott thought.

[Shafiq didn’t lie to you. I instructed her to write that letter to you.

You really didn't believe her.

The raven you sent to investigate her is a good work. It seems that you have used the magic stone...]

Well, I was really fooled.

Scott sighed.

[Contact me directly next, boy.

My little fireplace number is "Number 01".

MS]

Scott expressionlessly balled up the letter and envelope and threw them into the air.

"The flames are blazing!"

Fire erupted from the wand he raised, burning the paper into ashes.

Small fireplace?

Why not call it PHS?

Scott took the small fireplace out of the carton, opened the jar containing Floo powder, and used the small spoon to scoop a little Floo powder into the small fireplace in his hand.

Bang!

A green flame rose in the small fireplace.

"Number 01." Scott said the number.

The green flame in the small fireplace swayed, and Medea's figure came from it.

"Good evening, boy," she said with a chuckle. "Looks like you got the email I sent you."

"Good evening, Medea."

Scott's voice was calm.

He did not speak rashly, wanting Medea to take the initiative to explain her intentions.

"Are you confused?" Medea asked in a still smiling tone.

It's really difficult.

Scott sighed helplessly, "I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard. I really don't know why I get the attention of Ms. Slytherin."

"Hehehehe..."

Medea seemed to be laughing with joy.

"It's really interesting," she said.

Scott pursed his lips and did not speak.

"In that case, don't think so much, boy." Medea said, "I have not made any demands on you, so just accept my gift with peace of mind."

I can't feel at ease.

Scott thought.

"Are you so sure that I won't tell Dumbledore these things?" he asked curiously.

"Of course, you are reluctant to give up the treasure you have obtained and the knowledge you will have the opportunity to obtain. You are a Ravenclaw!" Medea said firmly.

Really reluctant to part with it.

Scott thought.

Whether it was the two gifts that could be called treasures or the books and notes kept in the secret room, he couldn't bear to part with them.

"Am I right?" Medea said again, "How can the greedy raven be willing to let go of something it has already grabbed?"

Scott took a deep breath.

After calming down, he asked again: "So what is your purpose? In addition to seeking recovery, you should have a bigger goal."

Medea was silent for a moment, then laughed again.

"You're keen, Scott. But it's too early for you now. Just focus on your own business," she said.

"..."

What's going on with this look of being convinced of me?

Scott took another deep breath.

He asked in a calm tone: "Listening to what you said, it seems that you are sure that I will join your army in the future?"

My goal is to become a free wind and eagle, and I will never join any organization to work for others.

He thought for sure.

"You're mistaken, Scott."

Medea finally stopped laughing, and her tone became more serious.

"I said that I have high expectations for you, so I don't treat you as a subordinate. You should look further. I think you will be my collaborator in the future, of course, as an equal."

"This is a bit unbelievable." Scott said in surprise, "I have nothing worthy of being valued like this."

"I think it's ok if you have it."

Medea said domineeringly.

"I trust my own judgment."

Scott was speechless.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

Medea's voice became lighter.

"Is this little fireplace fun?"

She laughed again.

"I designed this. I have been around the Muggle world, and I have to say that this world has changed a lot."

"You don't discriminate against Muggles?" Scott was even more surprised.

"Why discriminate against them?" Medea said matter-of-factly, "Although they have no magic, they have the same wisdom as the wizards."

Scott was impressed by Medea.

"Wizards and Muggles may just be two types of people walking on different paths."

Medea said again.

"I see that the way Muggles understand the world today is interesting. They have gotten rid of the influence that the knowledge from wizards had on them in the past."

"this……"

Scott didn't know what to say for a moment.

Are you so up to date with the times?

The old Slytherin woman who has been sleeping for thousands of years!

This is much better than her blood descendant Voldemort who is separated by who knows how many generations.

"Okay, that's it for today. I discovered some interesting things."

Medea's voice came again.

"Goodbye, Scott. I look forward to our next exchange."

As soon as she finished speaking, the green flame inside the small fireplace went out with a puff.

Scott was stunned for a moment, and put the fireplace and Floo powder into the paper box.

He tied the paper box again with a rope, and then stuffed the paper box into the deformed lizard skin bag around his waist.

When he stood up and stretched his head, he suddenly froze.

Oops, Rimbaud!

Rimbaud won't be captured by Medea.

He was transformed by the Philosopher's Stone!

As long as he thought about that possibility, Scott covered his chest with heartache.

Think about it in a positive way...

Medea and Shafik may not be together.

Even if they are together, they may not capture Rimbaud.

If they wanted to capture him, they would have captured him before.

Scott tried his best to comfort himself.

No! I'm still worried!

Scott looked up at the night sky.

Now Rimbaud has already flown far away, and he has no way to contact it.

I hope my good friend Rimbaud can return safely...

Scott walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower with a heavy heart and heavy steps.

But he soon smiled again.

Because when he came to the bottom of the Ravenclaw Tower, Rimbaud flew down from the night sky again and flew in front of Scott.

"Why are you back, Rimbaud?" Scott let it stop on his arm and asked it curiously.

"I..."

Rumble blinked.

"Scott?"

It seemed to be frightened by Scott in front of it.

"Why am I here?"

Rumble flew up and circled around Scott.

"What's going on? Am I under the Imperius Curse?"

It shouted in panic.

"Okay..."

Scott waved to it and let it calm down again.

"Although I don't know what's going on."

His eyes flashed and he laughed again.

"But it's good this way."