The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

On Monday, the day before Professor McGonagall's birthday, Scott came to Professor McGonagall's office after class and gave him his gift and birthday message.

Just like Milton said, Professor McGonagall really liked this birthday gift from Scott.

When she saw the painting, the usual stern expression completely disappeared from her face, replaced by a satisfied smile.

She happily said to Scott: "Thank you, Mr. Trollope. I like your gift very much!"

She emphasized emphatically, "I think this painting is better than the one Professor Flitwick received!"

"Oh, that's right..." Scott suddenly felt something bad. "This painting came from the latest inspiration, and Milton's suggestions also helped. I used completely different techniques from the past."

He could already foresee that Professor McGonagall would show off this gift to Professor Flitwick.

Professor McGonagall was focusing on the painting in front of her, and she felt a little more at this time, "I noticed that there are not even any brushstrokes in this painting. It seems to be done in one go, with a natural beauty. "

Scott nodded, "Yes, I used transformation to create this painting."

Professor McGonagall immediately asked with great interest: "Oh? Tell me quickly, Mr. Trollope, how do you use deformation in painting?"

"Of course, it's just a combination of the simplest and most basic spells in transformation..."

Scott spoke in detail about his process of creating the painting.

"It's really simple." Professor McGonagall nodded repeatedly, "But I still want to praise you for your wonderful ideas."

"Oh! Can I get extra points?" Scott joked.

But he didn't expect that Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment after hearing this, and seemed to be really considering whether to give him extra points.

But in the end she shook her head, "Unfortunately, Mr. Trollope, this does not meet the requirements for extra points. Because it is a personal gift, and Professor Flitwick has already added too much to your painting."

As expected, it was Professor McGonagall who was famous for his sternness.

Scott smiled and nodded.

He was just joking and had no objection of course.

After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, Scott was going to the Hogwarts library to read this month's new issues of several academic magazines.

Passing through several corridors, he heard a loud discussion coming from the other side at a corner.

"Oh! Harry, we didn't hear the strange noise you made!" A girl said in an inexplicable tone.

Scott still had the impression that this voice was Hermione Granger who had spoken to him on the train.

"If you ask me, you might have been so angry with Snape during Potions class in the afternoon!"

This voice... Scott guessed was Fred and George's "idiot brother."

"I really heard it!" a boy said loudly, "more than once! And, I also heard the same sound that night when I was answering Lockhart's letter!"

This is the "savior" Harry Potter.

Scott was suddenly startled.

Did the basilisk escape from the secret room so early?

He only remembered the outline of the "story" and always thought that the "Secret Room Incident" started after Filch's cat was petrified on Halloween.

Thinking of this, Scott walked around the corner at normal speed and met the "threesome".

The moment they saw him, the three young wizards immediately shut up and stopped discussing.

"Hello, Trollope."

Granger still remembered his name and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, Granger."

Scott nodded and said to the other two boys: "Hello, Potter, Weasley. I am Scott Trollope, fourth year Ravenclaw."

"Hello, Trollope."

Both boys felt uncomfortable.

Especially Potter, Scott found that his eyes hidden behind the lenses of his glasses were a little dodgey.

Although it seemed that the "Savior" did not want to contact strangers, Scott still stood where he was and said slowly: "Sorry, although I didn't intend to eavesdrop, the volume of your discussion was indeed a bit loud."

He ignored the blushing faces of the three and asked directly: "Potter, you heard a strange noise in the castle? Can you tell me what it is?"

Potter opened his mouth with a look of embarrassment, but no sound came out.

Obviously, he didn't want to discuss this with a stranger, but he didn't know how to say no.

"Am I too abrupt?" Scott smiled friendly at him, "Maybe you can satisfy my curiosity and tell me where the sound you heard came from."

"It's over there." Potter responded with a shy smile like a reflex, and pointed to a wall, "It seems to be coming from the wall over there."

"Let me take a look."

Scott approached the wall, reached out and pointed his wand at himself.

"Supersense."

He first blessed himself with a super-sensory spell, and then carefully sensed the magic power contained in the wall.

At the same time, he heard Weasley quietly asking his companion: "What is he doing?"

His tone was a little strange, as if he was saying Scott was a madman.

"Shut up, Ron!" Granger scolded him in a low voice, "Don't you see it? He is sensing magic! Don't tell me that you don't know. At the beginning of school, he was famous for being able to clearly sense magic. became famous."

Potter's voice was a little hesitant, "I seem to have heard about this, but I don't know who it is."

"All I know is that Fred and George have a good relationship with him," Weasley said.

"You never remember anything useful!" Granger complained about the two boys' poor brains.

At this time, Scott shook his head and turned around.

The three little wizards immediately fell silent.

"The magic power of the castle itself is too powerful and very complicated." Scott said, "I can only vaguely sense that there are indeed traces of magic left by some kind of magical creature."

Potter's eyes widened, and he said happily: "Sure enough! The voice I heard was not an illusion!"

Weasley frowned, and asked suspiciously: "You mean there are magical creatures in the wall? Then why can't we hear it?"

"Maybe Potter's hearing is sharper, Weasley." Scott said with a smile.

Granger couldn't help but asked curiously: "But... what kind of magical creature can hide in the wall? Can it also talk?"

"There are pipes in the walls," Scott said. "Maybe an eight-eyed spider? As far as I know, they can talk."

"Spider?" Weasley's face turned pale, he trembled, and quickly took several steps back.

At this time, Scott withdrew his wand. He said goodbye to the three little wizards, "Anyway, thank you for telling me about this. This may be an interesting discovery. So, goodbye."

He waved his hand and strode towards the library.

The moment he turned around, his expression became a little solemn. The fact that the basilisk had awakened gave him a sense of urgency.

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