The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

The attack on Mr. Barty Crouch, an official of the Ministry of Magic, seemed to have turned on a switch.

In the next few days, attacks began to occur one after another.

Law Enforcement officials, Wizengamot members, senior Aurors, and even ordinary wizards became targets of attack.

Seeing the list of these attacked wizards, Scott initially determined that the murderers of these attacks were indeed the most likely ones under Voldemort's Death Eaters.

Because the wizards who were attacked had one thing in common - they had all contributed to the defeat of Voldemort and his followers in the past wars.

Scott wondered if Voldemort wanted to taste the blood of all his enemies to see whose blood was more suitable?

With Voldemort's character, he should not look down on the blood of these people.

What he wanted most should be the blood of Harry, Dumbledore, or Medea.

Unfortunately, he had no way to get the blood of these three people now.

In the new Care of Magical Creatures class, Scott watched Grubbly-Plank standing next to Hagrid and talking freely.

She took the class seriously and seemed to have completely forgotten the agreement with Scott.

"Oh, Scott, I noticed that you have been staring at Miss Grubbly-Plank."

"If you want to confess to her, we can help you lead Hagrid away."

Fred and George came to Scott and said with a smile.

"First of all, I am just listening carefully, Fred." Scott said, "Secondly, don't talk about Professor Hagrid in the tone of a beast, George."

At the end of the class, Scott had a few words with Grubbly-Plank alone under Roger's cover.

"What is your decision, Scott?" Grubbly-Plank asked Scott in a low voice with his usual smile on his face.

Scott asked softly, "Does everything you said count, Miss Grubbly-Plank?"

"What do you mean?" Grubbly-Plank raised an eyebrow.

Scott said, "You said that if I join, you will use your credits to fulfill Milton and Caccini's wishes."

Graw-Plan's face changed, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it counts."

Scott laughed immediately, "If that's the case, I agree to join."

"Very good." A trace of genuine joy appeared on Graw-Plan's face, "Then we will meet in the Classical Music Club Activity Room at 12 o'clock tonight."

Scott nodded in response.

Although the two of them separated after just a few words, it also made Fred and George, who were dragged by Roger, more excited.

Scott didn't care about the two people's nonsense.

That night, he first went to Professor Flitwick's office for duel training, and then returned to the dormitory to rest before the curfew time, and finally rushed to the Classical Music Club Activity Room with his roommates before 12 o'clock.

Graw-Plan and Caccini were already waiting there.

Seeing Scott, Graw-Plan couldn't wait to take out the golden card from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Take this card and I'll teach you how to use it."

"Don't worry." Scott smiled and pointed at Caccini and Milton, "Let's solve their problems first."

Graw-Plan's smile deepened, "Sly boy, you mean, I have to solve their problems before you are willing to officially join the Scholars' Union?"

"Sorry, I can't help it." Scott smiled "shyly", "What if you regret it after I officially join the Scholars' Union and don't want to give credits?"

Graw-Plan exhaled a puff of smoke, "Well said, then let me ask you, what if I help them solve their problems and you don't want to join the Scholars' Union again?"

Scott gave her a sincere smile.

"You can trust me on this, I never regret what I said." He pointed at his roommates, "If you don't believe me, ask them."

Eddie and Roger quickly spoke up to support him.

"Scott always keeps his word and never lies!"

"The first person in Ravenclaw College with integrity is my brother!"

While talking, the two also pushed Milton.

"Yes... yes." Milton agreed with a stutter.

Grubbly-plank squinted his eyes and looked at the few people with a half-smile.

"Do you think I believe what you say?" she asked coldly.

"You can believe it." Eddie said.

"We are trustworthy." Roger said.

"Okay." Grubbly-plank glanced at the two of them, then looked at Scott, "Show some sincerity, Scott."

Then, she raised her chin in a proud manner and took a slow puff of cigarette.

"You must recognize one thing, Scott." She said, "Ordinary people are not qualified to join us."

As she said that, she glanced at Scott's roommates again, and then casually withdrew her gaze.

"Just like your friends."

At this point, she took a step forward and got closer to Scott.

"Remember, it is your honor to join the Scholars' Union." She said, "There is only one such opportunity. If you don't cherish it, you will never have another chance in the future."

Scott fanned the sage smoke in front of him with his hand and silently took a step back.

The smile on Grubbly-plank's face became a little unnatural.

"It seems we can never trust each other."

Scott smiled at Graplan, reached into his pocket and took out a roll of parchment and handed it to her.

"So, in order to speed up efficiency, we should take some effective measures."

Graplan reached out and took the parchment, shook it open and looked at it.

"Magic contract?" Her expression changed again, and she gave Scott a complicated look, "It seems you are well prepared."

Scott, who had already performed Occlumency, looked at her without scruples and said: "There is no way, after all, I am only a fifth-grade student, and I am a weaker party than Miss Grapeland, who is a teaching assistant. Woolen cloth."

Graplan sneered and handed the parchment back, "It doesn't matter, I can sign this contract with you."

"That's good." Scott breathed a sigh of relief, "That way I can feel relieved."

The parchment he took was wrapped in a slightly flickering red light and floated from his hand.

He said to Graplan: "Let us sign this magical contract."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand.

"no problem."

Grapeland also extended her right hand.

The two of them printed their right hands on the parchment floating in the air at the same time.

A dazzling red light flashed, and then the parchment became ordinary again and fell from the air.

Scott reached out and pinched the parchment, looked at the two bright red palm prints covering the text, smiled with satisfaction, rolled up the parchment and put it back in his pocket.

"then."

Grapeland handed over the golden card again.

This time, Scott took the card without any psychological burden and looked at it carefully in his hand.

The material of this card is metal. Although the color looks like gold, its material is much harder than gold.

There are gorgeous and exquisite reliefs on both sides of the card. One side is engraved with a combination of a scroll and a quill, and the other side is engraved with Prometheus whose heart is pecked out by an evil eagle.

Scott was stunned for a moment when he saw the pattern of Prometheus, and he quickly realized the meaning of the League of Scholars.

Maybe they want to be like Prometheus in Greek mythology, becoming teachers and protectors of mankind?

Scott took one last look at the numbers on the card: 01-0723.

Graplan explained: "01 represents the British region, and the following number means that you are the 723rd British member of the Scholars Union. Of course, this number only counts the era after [Knowledge Bank] existed."

Scott nodded.

"Enter the magic," Graplan said.

Scott did as he was told and input the magic power into the card. The card quickly expanded and turned into a hard-cover book with a golden cover.

"Give it to me." Graplan put the pipe in his mouth, grabbed the hard cover book and opened it.

Then, she showed Scott the inside pages of the open hardcover book.

Scott glanced at it and found that the inner page shown to him contained instructions for joining the Scholars Alliance, including the so-called rights and obligations of association members.

"No problem, just sign your name." Graplan handed the hardcover book to Scott.

After taking it, Scott read it carefully several times and nodded after confirming that there were no unfair terms in these words.

He took out his pen and wrote his name at the bottom of the right inner page.

Soon, the hard-cover book flew up from his hand, quickly shrank in a burst of golden light, and turned back into a card.

After the golden light dissipated, the card began to fall, and Scott reached out to catch it.

In an instant, Scott suddenly felt a vague presence touching him.

The feeling was indescribable, as if an invisible behemoth had glanced at him, and its gaze was as solid as anything.

"That's it," Graplan said. "You can explore other things by yourself."

She looked like she was too lazy to explain any more, and she was completely different from when she was selling to Scott before.

Scott tried to put some more magic into the card and watched it turn into a book again.

Enter magic again and the book turns back into a card.

He didn't try again, held the card in his hand, and looked at Graplan.

"Now it is your turn to fulfill your promise, Miss Grapeland," he said.

"Aren't you going to look at it anymore?" Graplan glanced at the card in his hand and asked with a smile, "While I'm here now, if there's anything you don't understand, I can answer it for you."

"No need." Scott also laughed.

He took out the parchment with the contract again and shook it in his hand.

"It's better to fulfill your promise quickly, Miss Grapeland." He said, "I think you won't regret it after signing the contract, right?"

"Of course." Grapeland said with a bit of gritted teeth, "Even if I don't sign the contract, I will fulfill my promise."

As she said that, she took out another golden card from her pocket with a pained look on her face.