The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Scott and Luna were chatting, and Penelope came over with red eyes.

She sat down next to the two of them casually, picked up a bottle of butter beer on the table, opened it, and drank a few big mouthfuls.

Scott looked at her with some surprise.

He didn't expect that this always quiet and elegant female head would show such a side.

"What are you looking at?" Penelope glanced at him.

Scott smiled, "Butter beer doesn't have much alcohol, how did you get drunk?"

Penelope also laughed when she heard it.

"I'm just a little sad." She said softly, "Before this day came, I didn't know I would be so sad when I left Hogwarts."

She raised the bottle and drank a few mouthfuls, looking up at the dark blue ceiling of the common room with stars shining, and looked at it in a trance.

"I feel sad when I think that I can't enter this common room again after I leave."

"Not just the common room." Luna suddenly said, "You don't even have many opportunities to enter Hogwarts Castle again."

Penelope turned her head and looked at Luna expressionlessly.

Scott said quickly, "But if you can apply to become a faculty member at Hogwarts, you can come back here."

"Puff." Penelope couldn't help laughing again.

"I'm not angry." She blinked at Luna, "Although it sounds unpleasant, Luna is telling the truth."

Luna also smiled at her.

Penelope said again, "Besides, unless Hogwarts needs a new assistant, I can't come back. After all, my level is not enough to become a professor."

"It just so happens that Miss Grubbly-Plank has resigned." Scott said.

Penelope rolled her eyes at him, "I didn't take the Care of Magical Creatures class."

Scott shrugged.

Penelope said, "Of course, if I'm not afraid of death, maybe Professor Dumbledore will agree to recruit a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is not very good."

"Forget it." Scott shook his head.

Even if it's to die, it's still a choice.

But the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this school year is interesting. Sirius and Lupin take turns to be professors for one semester each, and they spent this school year safely.

"Penelope, where will you work after graduation?" Luna asked curiously.

"I don't know." Penelope scratched her hair in annoyance, "There are not many jobs available to graduates like us in the British magic world."

She shook her hair and stood up directly.

"Okay, let's not talk about these unpleasant topics."

With a smile, she walked towards the small stage belonging to the choir with a bottle.

No one was singing at this time, only Milton and several classmates were playing instruments together.

Penelope walked straight to the stage and handed the half-drunk butterbeer to the violinist.

The violinist took the butterbeer, and the other musicians were influenced by him, and the music stopped.

Everyone in the common room looked at Penelope standing on the stage.

Penelope looked at everyone in the room, and it took a long time before she spoke.

"Sorry, I felt that I had a lot to say just now." She smiled gently, "but now I don't know what to say specifically..."

She said so, but she seemed to be really drunk, and she stood on the stage and chattered like that.

She talked about the stories of the seven years she spent at Hogwarts and the friends she met.

She didn't talk very logically, which didn't seem to match everyone's impression of this smart and capable female prefect, but everyone listened very carefully.

Penelope talked for a long time, and finally seemed to sober up, so she stopped.

"I don't know why, I feel like crying." She wiped her eyes.

Many girls present cried, especially the seventh-year girls.

The seventh-year boys also had red eyes.

"I am very grateful for this experience and will never forget these memories."

Penelope suddenly shouted.

"Finally, I want to say, Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!"

"Hogwarts, long live! Ravenclaw, long live!" Many people shouted along.

Milton and several musicians played the "Ravenclaw Impression" he composed.

The celebration dinner lasted until late at night.

With Penelope's lead, almost every seventh-year student who was about to graduate went on stage and said something.

That night, many people cried and laughed.

Time quickly came to the day before leaving school.

On this night, Hogwarts will hold a lively end-of-year dinner as usual.

In the morning, not long after Scott got up, the impatient Weasley twins had already run to the outside of the Ravenclaw common room.

After seeing Scott, Fred immediately smiled and said, "Good morning, Scott. We came to borrow your big mirror."

"No problem." Scott agreed.

When he turned around, he couldn't help but turned back and asked, "Are you two sure you want to play your work at the dinner, that is, in front of all the teachers and students in the school?"

"Of course." Fred still did not hesitate.

"It's our work!" George tried to pull Scott into the water.

Scott raised his eyebrows, "No, it's your work."

"Okay." George shrugged.

Scott asked again out of kindness, "You should know the consequences. Many people will not look very good at that time, including Professor McGonagall who trusted you before."

Fred and George's faces changed slightly, and they seemed to be a little shaken.

But they soon gritted their teeth and became firm.

"It's vacation time, and we will leave Hogwarts tomorrow."

"No points deduction, no confinement, no labor punishment, only a little criticism at most."

"So we will not change our minds."

"This is to surprise everyone!"

Scott wanted to say, you are not about to graduate from the seventh grade!

But he had to say that he also wanted to see that scene, so he lent the modified big mirror to the twins.

Fred and George said thank you, and happily ran away with the mirror.

Scott stretched his waist, walked down the tower slowly, and walked slowly towards the hall.

When he saw Harry from a distance in the corridor on the first floor of the castle, Scott wanted to turn around.

But the next second, Ron and Hermione appeared behind Harry.

The moment she saw Scott, Hermione's eyes widened, and she immediately strode over aggressively.

"Good morning, Scott." Hermione spoke loudly at this time, with a somewhat stiff tone, "How did you do on the exam?"

"I feel good, thank you for your concern." Scott said with a smile.

Perhaps because Scott smiled friendly enough, Hermione's face looked better.

But she pursed her lips quickly, and the serious expression on her face was exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's.

"I want to discuss with you the issue we discussed before, about house elves..."

"Let's go have breakfast first." Scott rubbed his stomach and said with a smile, "A little hungry."

"Yes, Hermione, we are hungry too." Harry, who was standing behind Hermione, said something and blinked at Scott.

Ron followed up, "Scott and Harry are right, I don't know what there is to discuss about house elves, let's go quickly."

Scott and Harry both looked at Ron.

Because although the three boys present had just expressed the same meaning, everyone could hear that only Ron was really hungry.

So he successfully attracted the fire.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione turned her head and stared at Ron with sharp eyes, "Don't forget, your breakfast was also made by those poor house elves!"

Ron said unhappily: "You also ate those foods, and have been eating them for three years!"

"That's because I didn't know about this before!" Hermione said angrily, "I tried to give them some money, but they didn't want it!"

"I told you not to go against their nature!" Ron seemed angry too.

The two stared at each other and quarreled with each other.

Scott looked at Ron, who was arguing red, and was a little speechless.

Although he was very grateful that he had diverted the fire, Scott had to say that this was really a stupid child with a simple heart.

Scott and Harry had to persuade them for a long time before they stopped the two from quarreling.

Hermione snorted at Ron and looked at Scott again.

Scott felt bad for a while.

"Are you calm now, Hermione?" He quickly seized the opportunity.

"Thank you, I'm calm." Hermione's tone was hard.

"That's good." Scott smiled, "I know what you want to say, and you also know my ideas. I think neither of us can convince the other, so why not respect each other?"

"Humph!" Hermione snorted again.

"I think it's good, Hermione." Harry said, "You can prove your idea with your actions. Of course, Ron and I will help you."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled Ron.

Ron didn't say anything, as if he agreed.

Scott thought of the commotion Hermione made for the house elves in the "original book" and the "vomiting" badge she produced, and couldn't help but look at Harry with pity.

This is also a silly child. He doesn't know what he has taken the initiative to agree to, and even dragged Ron into the water.

"Of course." Hermione, who got Harry's support, smiled, "I will definitely prove it with my actions."

As he said that, he looked at Scott provocatively.

"I look forward to it." Scott said.

To be honest, he didn't dare to provoke this girl who was full of desire to win, particularly serious and very active.

Anyway, let the house-elf problem go.

With this mentality, Scott hurriedly ate breakfast and left the hall alone.

He went all the way to the eighth floor of the castle's main building. He used his magic perception to avoid other students and quietly walked into Helena's study.

"Good morning, Scott."

The girl Helena in the painting greeted him again, rarely, actively, and enthusiastically.

"Summer vacation is coming soon."

The girl in the painting asked eagerly and enviously.

"Where are you going to play in the summer vacation?"

Sorry, today's update did not reach 4,000 words, and I will try to update more tomorrow.