The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Over the next few days, Scott spent most of his time drawing.

It had been his lifelong interest, but he soon found his original pleasure in it, and even became a little addicted to it.

He often carries his painting tools with him through the forest, looking for satisfactory materials for sketching.

Sometimes it's a landscape, sometimes it's an animal.

As time went by, more and more paintings hung on the walls of the wooden house.

I have to say that having a mentor like Ravenclaw is a great blessing.

As Scott gradually found real joy in painting, he also received positive feedback.

His thinking has also become clearer, and he has never lost control of his emotions. Instead, he has an indescribable sense of transparency.

The feeling was very mysterious, like tearing off a layer of gauze covering the eyes, and sweeping away the dust in the soul.

Of course, in addition to painting, communicating with the sailor's horoscope is also a must-do daily homework.

A few days passed, and some of the contents of the incomplete star map were filled in.

In addition, he will also take some time every day to pay attention to the general changes in the situation in the magic world.

This mainly relies on newspapers and the information that Rimbaud led the crows to find out.

“There’s more and more excitement to watch.”

Another morning, Scott put down the Daily Prophet.

The biggest news of the day was the resignation of Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

His reputation is now plagued by controversy due to his inability to explain the reappearance of his son, Barty Crouch Jr., who had long since died in Azkaban.

Moreover, the Department of International Magical Cooperation did not elect a new director in time, leaving this department without a leader.

Scott was a little curious. With the current turbulent and chaotic situation of the British Ministry of Magic, the Triwizard Tournament that was supposed to be jointly promoted by the Ministry of Magic of several countries might not be so easy to hold on time.

It’s not just the UK, because the principal is the Death Eater traitor Karkaroff. Now that Voldemort is resurrected, Durmstrang Magic School, which is also a member of the Triwizard, is bound to be affected.

But these are still early days...

Withdrawing his divergent thinking, Scott quickly finished the breakfast on the table.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the house from the window and stopped on the small dining table.

"You're finally back." Scott smiled, "How was it?"

Rimbaud shook his head.

"Except for those wizards with positions in the Ministry of Magic who are still working normally, there is no news of Medea and other members of the witch guild appearing. No one knows where Medea is hiding now."

"That's a given." Scott was not surprised by the result.

Rimbaud added: "Voldemort and the Death Eaters are also silent, but Voldemort should still be at Malfoy Manor."

"Voldemort actually didn't take any follow-up actions..."

Scott tapped his fingers on the table.

He originally wanted to see if Voldemort could find Medea.

Rimbaud muttered, "Who knows what those people are planning."

Scott shrugged.

He only knew that Ms. Burns's faction was now the dominant force in the Ministry of Magic.

Their idea should be to elect a new minister as soon as possible and fully integrate their forces so that they can attack the other two forces.

Of course, Ms. Burns’s faction is also seriously underpowered.

Those people, even with Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, would be busy enough just to get Azkaban, where the dementors had rebelled, back on track.

Not to mention, they also need a large number of manpower to serve as guards of Azkaban after the Dementors leave, to prevent Voldemort from launching another prison robbery at any time.

Scott isn't too optimistic about this.

Unless Dumbledore can stay in Azkaban at all times, no one can stop Voldemort if he takes action again.

If Scott were asked to make a decision, he would choose to directly execute the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, or completely lose their combat effectiveness.

Just like he did to Mr. Bode, using a simple and crude forgetting spell to turn them all into idiots.

While Scott was thinking, Rimbaud revealed a new piece of news.

"By the way, your principal Dumbledore seems to have gone abroad."

"Going abroad?"

"I heard someone discussing... how should I say, oh I remembered, it was the International Federation of Wizards who were about to hold a meeting."

"International Confederation of Wizards?"

The International Confederation of Wizards is an intergovernmental organization in the wizarding world, roughly equivalent to the United Nations in the Muggle world.

Scott didn't know much about it, except that Dumbledore was also the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

He thought for a while, this should be something that had never appeared in the "original work".

Of course, he couldn't think of any reason.

"Forget it, let's go sketch."

Scott put his drawing board on his back, picked up his toolbox, and rode out on his broomstick.

This time he set the sketching location on the cliff where he buried the Animagus potion.

However, as soon as he and Rimbaud arrived at the cliff, they encountered an uninvited guest——

An owl that delivers messages.

After Scott reached out to take the letter, he found another letter in a blank envelope.

Scott, who was wary of this, chose to leave the letter-opening work to the product of Transfiguration.

However, this was just an ordinary letter.

However, the person who sent the letter to him surprised Scott.

The sender was William Brown, a Ravenclaw graduate who was three years older than Scott.

William, who once aspired to be a lawyer, joined the All Witches after graduation and participated in the battle in Azkaban that night.

Of course, William was lucky and did not lose his life.

Scott and William had a good relationship at first, but later they had a feud.

Scott invited William to defend Hagrid in a lawsuit, but William tried to bring Scott to Medea with a letter with a hidden trap.

Although it was a bit strange that William would write to himself, Scott read the very short letter at a glance.

William wanted to meet him again.

But this time the meeting place was in London, in the territory of Muggles.

Scott looked at the handwriting on the parchment and rubbed his temples.

In order to show that he was harmless this time, William even wrote his home address and used a tone of request in the letter.

This made Scott, who had originally planned to ignore it, hesitate.

He was not afraid that William would deceive him. He only needed to check secretly to find out whether it was William's home.

After thinking about it, Scott quickly made a decision.

Although it was a bit risky, it was not a big problem. He needed to get some news about Medea from William.

"Let's go to London."

After making the decision. Scott stood up and put the drawing board and toolbox into the deformed lizard skin bag.

Then he transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew towards London with Rimbaud.

Sorry, I'm too sleepy today, that's all.

Tomorrow's update will make up for the extra words.