The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

That night, Scott received feedback on the operation from Rimbaud.

Scott had just finished playing at the Charms Club when Rimbaud flew in from an upper window and landed on his shoulder as he climbed the spiral staircase of Ravenclaw Tower.

Scott returned to the dormitory to put down his books, and then went to the bathroom.

After placing a silencing spell in the cubicle, he sat on the toilet and talked to Rimbaud.

"It went well," Rimbaud told Scott. "While the house elf was screaming at the other crows, I threw the little wooden man through the window and inside."

"Thank you, Rimbaud," Scott said softly.

Rimbaud was still a little hesitant, "Are you sure your plan can succeed? We can't confirm whether that thing can free Barty Crouch Jr. from the influence of the Imperius Curse. The crows are still watching from a distance. So far, I No news has been received that he escaped from the home.”

"Of course I'm not sure," Scott said. "Just try. If it doesn't work, think of other ways."

"Okay, anyway, I'll let you know after I receive news that Barty Crouch Jr. has escaped." Rimbaud said.

Scott smiled and said: "You may still need to keep an eye on it yourself, my friend."

"Why?" Rimbaud tilted his head and asked.

"He may have used apparation, or passed through the floo network, or he may have been wearing an invisibility cloak, which the crows couldn't detect," Scott explained.

He lowered his head and looked at the raven, and said softly: "Only you can tell whether he is still there through some other reaction - the house elf's reaction, or the food, or Old Barty Crouch Real emotions at home.”

"Well, you are always right." Rimbaud said resignedly, "I'll go right away!"

It flew straight up and out of the vent in the ceiling.

"In short, we can definitely win this week's game!"

Scott pushed open the bedroom door again and heard Roger's confident voice.

"The opponent this time is Hufflepuff?" Scott walked in the door and asked him.

"Although our opponent is indeed Hufflepuff." Roger turned to look at Scott with an unhappy expression, "But when you say this, doesn't it sound like you are looking down on our team?"

Scott walked straight to the window and sat down on the single sofa.

He said to Roger mercilessly: "With the current situation of the team, the only one who can give you such confidence is Hufflepuff."

Roger suddenly smiled proudly, "Oh, Scott, I will make you regret saying that!"

Eddie on the side also put on a proud expression.

"It seems that your training has produced some new results?" Scott asked curiously.

"You'll know when the time comes." Roger pretended.

At this time, Eddie had raised his thick chin proudly.

Scott looked at Eddie and raised his eyebrows, and then said to Roger quickly: "Eddie collected key intelligence and then the tactical advisory team formulated court tactics to defeat the enemy?"

Roger was surprised for a moment, then turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie quickly changed his face and changed the subject, "By the way, Scott, you need to receive customers who want arithmetic fortune telling this week."

Scott asked in surprise, "Arithmetic? I remember that the threshold you set is quite high. Who bought 30 gold galleons worth of useless products from you during these times?"

For the students of Hogwarts, 30 gold galleons is already a huge amount of money.

And Scott knew very well that the goods sold by Eddie and the Weasley twins were not expensive, and 30 gold galleons could buy a lot.

"Oh, to be honest, I suspect she bought it for your arithmetic divination." Eddie shrugged, "Anyway, I haven't seen her use our products."

Scott glanced at him, "So who is it?"

"Savanna Doherty," Eddie said with a smile, "Ravenclaw second year, this is her second Arithmancy."

Scott was even more surprised, "Savanna?"

Eddie nodded again.

Scott frowned, "Forget it, let's make an appointment on Friday afternoon, that is, tomorrow. Tomorrow's afternoon classes will end relatively early."

The next afternoon, Scott waited in an empty classroom for Savannah who came alone.

Eddie and the Weasley twins stood guard outside the classroom door as usual.

Savannah still lowered her head in front of Scott and spoke a little softly.

Scott could only take the initiative to ask her, "Savanna, did you encounter something that needs to be measured, or has your brother's situation changed?"

"No." The red-haired girl looked up at Scott, "This time... I measured it for myself."

The 12-year-old girl's facial features still look childish, and her pure and bright green eyes seem to contain an uneasy emotion.

"So can you tell me what you want to measure?" Scott asked again.

Savanna lowered her head slightly, lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Christmas holiday..." she said softly, "Of course, we...we don't have a Christmas tradition...Anyway, I want to know if I can return to Hogwarts after the holiday."

Scott was a little surprised when he heard this, "What does this mean? Could it be that your parents asked you to drop out of school?"

"No." Savannah shook her head, "I... I just... I have to do something, a trial, yes, a trial, I don't know if I can succeed..."

"A life-threatening trial? Is that necessary?" Scott looked at her in surprise.

Could it be some kind of druid tradition?

But it's already 1993.

Savannah nodded gently, her face a little pale.

Scott pondered for a moment, then said, "I have no intention of exploring your secret, Savannah, but..."

He paused, and said helplessly: "You should know the limitations of arithmetic divination. Arithmetic divination and divination predictions are completely different. For such a problem, I probably can't calculate the exact result."

"Are the known conditions insufficient?" Savannah looked up at Scott again.

"Yes." Scott nodded.

Savannah opened her mouth, seeming a little hesitant.

Scott didn't urge her. It was Savannah's privacy, and it was up to her to tell or not.

After a moment of silence, Savannah said softly, "Just do it. It doesn't matter if it's not accurate."

She didn't tell him everything after all.

Scott had no objection to this.

However, in the spirit of being responsible to the customer, he added two more words, "Are you sure? If so, you might as well visit Professor Trelawney."

Savannah shook her head, "That's it. I believe in your arithmetic divination."

Scott was a little helpless.

But he didn't even believe in himself.

But since it was the customer's request, he could only act like this.