The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Are you in love with that girl?"

Back at the Oak Lodge, Rimbaud asked Scott curiously.

Scott heard it funny, "Do you know what love is?"

"Of course I don't know," Rimbaud replied, "but I know that humans love to talk about love."

At this time, the door of the cabin was open, and Scott was sitting on the wooden floor at the door, enjoying the evening breeze comfortably.

The sun in the distance is about to set.

From the highest point in the forest, Scott could see far.

He quietly looked at the forest sea that was dyed warm by the afterglow of the setting sun, and after a long time he spoke again, "I don't know, and I haven't thought about it."

"Don't you think about it? I really like that girl." Rimbaud's tone was a little regretful.

Of course you will.

Scott thought.

After all, everyone calls you "The Crow King" and "The Blackwing Lord."

"I'm still young," he said, "and what I will face in the future is too dangerous."

He didn't want to talk too much about it.

"By the way." Scott stood up, "I wonder what was written in today's newspapers."

He was a little annoyed that he forgot to tell the crow to buy newspapers this morning.

As for the melee that happened last night, he really wanted to see what happened next.

"Let's go," he said to Rimbaud, "let's go to Hogsmeade."

He decided to go to the bar in Hogsmeade to inquire about it and settle down for dinner.

However, there was a high chance that he would meet Hogwarts professors when he appeared in Hogsmeade, so Scott decided to go in disguise.

The Polyjuice Potion's transformation lasted too short, so he decided to use Body Transfiguration to complete the disguise.

Unlike the natural Disguise Magus, it is far from easy to use human body transformation to achieve the effect of disguise.

Of course, it won't be as convenient as a Disguise Magus, and there will also be certain risks.

Disguise Magus can easily change his appearance at will, but using human body transformation, he can only fine-tune his facial features.

For example, an Animagus can easily turn his nose into a pig's nose. Scott can only make his nose a little bigger or a little smaller using human body transformation, but it can never change too much.

Otherwise, accidents may result if you are not careful.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries receives many patients all year round who are unable to recover because of their wild transformations and have to be hospitalized for treatment.

But Scott is already a successful Animagus and is quite proficient in human body transformation, so there is not much risk.

"I haven't fully tried this kind of disguise yet."

Scott sat at the desk happily and used the [Magic Mirror] as a normal mirror.

He looked at his face in the mirror and thought about how to adjust.

"First the hair."

This can be solved with the hair growth mantra.

Scott picked up the wand and waved it against his hair, chanting a spell.

His short hair began to grow wildly.

"It seems a little too long."

Rimbaud looked at his long hair that had fallen to the ground and said.

"It doesn't matter."

Scott waved his wand again, cutting off a section of hair, and got a long shawl of hair.

"Change your hair color again."

He turned his hair blonde.

“The next thing is skin color.”

He began to work on his skin, turning his white skin into a bronze color.

"Hmm...it's kind of magical."

Scott blinked at himself in the mirror, seeming to have found the joy of pinching people while playing video games in his previous life.

"The face becomes fatter...the eyebrows become thicker...the nose becomes a bit flatter...the mouth becomes thicker..."

After a quick operation, Scott looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

Except for the single unmovable eye on the face, the other facial features have become completely different after adjustment.

At this time, he has turned into a boy with a somewhat honest-looking facial features and a skin that is always bathed in the sun.

"This way no one will know me, right?" He turned to ask Rimbaud.

He felt that neither Amelia nor Michael recognized him now.

"Um……"

Rimbaud looked at him up and down for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

Scott started changing again.

Since it was summer and wizard clothes were far less cool than Muggle clothes, Scott simply changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.

Finally, he tied his long shawl hair into a ponytail and looked in the mirror again.

"Being too Muggle-like also attracts attention."

He muttered something and simply put on the exaggerated necklace that Luna gave him.

"Although he is nondescript, he looks like a wizard now."

He nodded with satisfaction and could finally go out.

Since Animagus transformation would destroy the disguise, Scott chose to let Rambo grow bigger and carry him to the vicinity of Hogsmeade village, and then walked out of the forest.

The sun has completely set at this time, and the street lights in Hogsmeade Village have been turned on. Coupled with the sparkling shop windows and signboards, the entire village looks like a scene that only appears in fairy tales.

Although the village was brightly lit at this time, there were not many people wandering around on the streets.

Scott came to the door of the Three Broomsticks bar with a clear goal.

Two drunken middle-aged wizards opened the door and walked out of the bar while supporting each other.

Scott sidestepped the two of them and walked into the bar.

What greeted us was a heat wave.

In the smoky bar, there were quite a few wizards gathered here at the moment, and the small space seemed very crowded and noisy.

Scott looked around and saw no familiar person, so he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had become so disguised that his mother didn't even recognize him, he still didn't want to meet the professors.

After calming down, he walked towards the bar.

The bar owner, Ms. Rosmerta, was lying on the bar chatting with several customers.

"The Ministry of Magic is in chaos..."

But those few customers seemed to be a little distracted, and their eyes kept wandering between the proprietress's plump red lips and bust.

When Scott walked up to the bar, Ms. Rosmerta spotted him immediately.

"Oh? A new face?" She held her chin with one hand and looked Scott up and down with her charming eyes, "How come I've never seen you before, boy."

"Because I only recently came of age." Scott said brazenly.

"Really?" Ms. Rosmerta raised the corners of her lips and said in a teasing tone, "You'd better be an adult, boy, otherwise I won't sell you alcoholic drinks."

"Hahahaha." The wizard sitting next to him smiled with his yellowed teeth, "You'd better just order a soda, kid."

"What's the matter? I thought I secretly tried drinking before I became an adult! Those are all good memories of my youth." Another wizard with a wrinkled face pretended to be cool and smoothed his bald hair. .

"A glass of butterbeer."

Scott sat down on the barstool and ignored the two wizards.

He looked at the menu hanging next to the wine cabinet.

"And a beef burger too."

Ms. Rosmerta was a little surprised, "No one has ordered food from me for a long time. Even I forgot about the menu."

Only then did Scott realize that the menu looked old and damaged.

Ms. Rosmerta smiled again and said, "But since I am a new customer, I will definitely satisfy your request, beef burger, right? Just wait, boy."

After saying that, she poured a glass of butterbeer and placed it in front of Scott, then turned and walked into a small door next to the wine cabinet.

"Hahahaha...someone really treats this place as a restaurant." The toothless wizard sitting next to Scott laughed again.

Although Scott didn't understand the point of his laughter, he didn't pay attention to what the drunkard meant.

He just drank butterbeer and listened attentively to the chatter of other people in the bar.

"...I didn't expect Fudge to step down in this way."

Someone was talking loudly about a topic that interested him.

Scott turned his head to look, and the speaker was a witch wearing a huge wide-brimmed hat. Because the brim of the hat was too wide, her face could not be seen clearly.

Others echoed.

"It's such a pity. Speaking of which, Fudge is still very young, and it hasn't been that long since he came to power."

"I can't believe it. If it hadn't been for the obituary published in the Daily Prophet today, I wouldn't have believed it was true!"

"Who would have thought."

"However, he has not been able to achieve any outstanding political achievements in recent years."

"I don't know who the next minister will be. I hope it will be a wizard with a tougher style. Now..."

The speaker shook his head and concealed the second half of the sentence.

The witch wearing a wide-brimmed hat spoke again, "Do you believe that rumor? Some people say that the mysterious man has been resurrected and that he killed Fudge."

Her sharp voice instantly drowned out the voices of others.

However, the name "Mysterious Man" also seemed to have indescribable magic power, and the originally noisy bar suddenly became quiet.

"How...how could it be?" Someone immediately denied with a louder voice, "Didn't the newspaper say that Fudge died while fighting a group of dark wizards who were trying to rob Azkaban?"

Hearing this, Scott's eyes flashed.

It seems that the Daily Prophet's press release deliberately concealed some facts that would cause people to panic.

Although he didn't know why this was happening and who indicated the content of the press release, Scott was certain that if it was Dumbledore who took the lead, he would not want to hide it.

"Don't be stupid! I think the rumors are true!"

The witch who took the initiative to talk about the mysterious man seemed drunk and quickly spoke in a sharper voice.

"Didn't you see the arrest list and the new wanted lists released by the Ministry of Magic? Everyone knows that the owners of those names are former Death Eaters!"

"Please tell me, besides You-Know-Who, who else can lead those Death Eaters and those arrogant purebloods to carry out actions together? No one can do it except him!"

"Just wait and see, although it has only been more than ten years, the short-term peace is over! We are going back to those terrible, dark days!"

The more she spoke, the more hysterical she became. Her voice made everything in the bar buzz, and Scott even felt that the chandelier on the ceiling was about to fall down.

This time no one contradicted her.

Of course, no one agreed.

Everyone started drinking in silence.

"Now, only Ms. Slytherin can save us!" The witch suddenly stood up, "Only her! The daughter of Salazar Slytherin, the legendary witch who has survived for thousands of years!"

Scott's eyes widened.

Could this be Medea's propaganda campaign?

The witch's words successfully aroused some discussion.

Although people's attitude was not too enthusiastic, their curiosity was obviously aroused.

Then the witch continued to praise Medea in a sharp voice, describing her as the savior of the magic world.

Perhaps her attitude was too close to mindless worship, or perhaps the content of her "speech" was too empty, or perhaps she underestimated people's distrust of the name "Slytherin". In short, her long speech did not resonate.

As she chattered, many people's faces became ugly, and quite a few people even stood up and walked to the bar, slapped the coins on the bar, and turned around and left.

Scott also heard their whispers and mutterings.

"Let's go, I always feel that the crazy woman will cause trouble to everyone present now."

"Who would believe her words, after all, that's Slytherin."

"We might as well put our hopes on Dumbledore."

"Who said it wasn't?"

"Speaking of which, I hope Dumbledore can take the position of Minister of Magic..."

As more and more people left, and no one echoed, the passionate "speech" lady finally shut up.

At this moment, Ms. Rosmerta came out from behind the wine cabinet with a plate of hamburgers.

"Beef burger." She put the plate in front of Scott, "I hope it suits your taste. Of course, there's nothing you can do if you don't like it. After all, this is a bar, not a restaurant."

"Thank you."

Scott, who was already hungry, didn't care whether it suited his appetite or not, and grabbed the burger and started to eat it.

"What's going on?"

Ms. Rosmerta looked at the bar in front of her, which had become much emptier, and didn't seem to understand why her business had deteriorated in the blink of an eye.

Gap Teeth and Wrinkle hurriedly showed their courtesy to the beautiful proprietress, telling her what had just happened.

At the end, the two began to ask questions, "What do you think about those rumors, ma'am?"

Ms. Rosmerta's face turned a little bad after hearing this, she shook her head and refused to answer.

"Everyone comes to the bar just to drink and relax, and many things should not be discussed in a happy occasion." She smiled and said, "Besides, I am just an ordinary bar proprietress, and I dare not participate in many things."

Gap Teeth and Wrinkle nodded repeatedly, with an expression of hearing the truth, and did not forget to praise Ms. Rosmerta's wisdom, fully and vividly showing the shape of a dog licker.

At this moment, the copper bell hanging on the wooden door of the bar rang again.

Scott looked back...

It turned out to be Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Barbling.

Scott turned his head silently and lowered his head to eat a hamburger.

Fortunately, the three professors did not approach the bar, but sat down at a small table near the bar.

"A glass of butterbeer."

"A glass of honey wine."

"A glass of redcurrant rum."

The three ordered different drinks.

"Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Babbling."

Someone took the initiative to greet the three professors. Of course, they wanted to seek some information from the professors.

"Professors, what's the latest news?"

"Is the mysterious man really resurrected?"

"What is Dumbledore doing? Can he stop this?"