The evening sun slowly sets towards the mountains of the Scottish Highlands, tinting the clouds in the sky with warm colors.
On the edge of the magnificent forest, beside the deep lake, and on the steep cliff, a magnificent castle stands quietly.
The seemingly never-ending wind left the valley, causing the blue waves of the boundless forest to ripple and wrinkle the surface of the deep lake.
The wind howled under the stone bridge on the cliff by the lake, lifting the black cloak and long blue scarf of the boy on the bridge.
Scott squinted his eyes in the wind, held the collar of his cloak with one hand, and took a step forward.
Ms. Gray floated majestically beside him, the wind passed through her transparent body, and her hair and clothes remained motionless in the wind.
“Just go down there.”
Ms. Gray said to Scott.
“If you come here, people will see you.”
Scott stood inside the guardrail of the stone bridge, looking around.
“Everyone is still in class now. Besides, what if you saw it?”
Ms. Gray said nonchalantly and slowly rose into the air.
“If you don’t want to be seen, you should hurry up. get out of class is over soon.”
She crossed the guardrail of the stone bridge and floated under the bridge.
“All right.”
Scott responded helplessly and looked up at the sky.
He put the thumb and forefinger of his left hand into his mouth and blew a loud whistle.
With the sound of “quacking” coming from far away, a black raven circled and flew in front of him.
“Get big fast.”
Scott waved the wand in his right hand and pointed it at the raven. The originally normal raven instantly became unusually huge.
“I’m getting bigger! I’m getting bigger! Scott! Quack!”
The raven flapped its wings excitedly and spoke human words from its mouth.
“I’ve found some tricks that can at least make you bigger.”
Scott smiled slightly contentedly.
“Thank you Professor Flitwick for your teaching!”
He climbed up the guardrail of the stone bridge.
“Take me down, Rimbaud.”
He said, then leapt up and landed on the raven’s broad back.
“Gah!”
The raven let out an excited cry, took Scott into the air, and flew under the bridge.
“Go to Ms. Grey’s.”
Scott ordered.
At this time, Ms. Gray was floating on a huge boulder on the cliff wall below the stone bridge, looking up at the huge raven that had fallen.
The raven soon landed on the boulder, and Scott climbed off its back.
“This is not a real raven.”
Ms. Gray looked at Scott with complicated eyes.
“This is your Transfiguration work.”
“You read that right.”
Scott nodded and waved his wand, and Rimbaud immediately became his original size.
It flew up and landed on Scott’s shoulder.
“You cast a spell on a Transfiguration work!”
Ms. Gray said excitedly.
“How is this possible? Even if it’s just a simple expansion spell, your transformation technique didn’t collapse!”
“This is exactly the direction of my current research.” Scott said, “I already have some experience by learning combination casting with Professor Flitwick.”
At least he can use the expansion spell on Rimbaud, although it can only last for ten seconds at most.
Ms. Gray was still surprised, “Of course I know how difficult it is! Scott, you are more talented than I thought.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Scott smiled confidently.
“You should have more confidence in me now.”
Ms. Gray nodded.
“Go.” She looked at the stone wall on the inside of the platform, “Open the entrance to the music room.”
“Want to sing again…”
Scott frowned, walked helplessly to the stone wall, and sang the school song of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a special tune.
The singing was quite pleasant, but Scott frowned halfway through the song.
Someone came to the stone bridge above his head.
It’s Fred.
That guy must have read the Marauder’s Map!
Scott thought helplessly and continued singing.
After the school song, a stone door appeared in the recess of the stone wall.
“Oh! Scott!”
Scott heard Fred’s exclamation.
He raised his head and looked at the red head poking out from the bridge.
“Hey!”
Fred reached out and waved.
“What tricks are you playing? You have such a fun thing and you don’t tell us!”
Scott shrugged to Ms. Gray, “It seems that she was discovered before she even entered.”
“Don’t worry about him, let’s go in.” Ms. Gray said.
Scott nodded.
He waved to Fred above him and pushed open the stone door.
“Hey! Wait for us!” Fred shouted, “George is going to get the broomstick!”
Scott didn’t respond to him, waved again, and walked straight into the door.
The majestic organ music sounded and the stone door closed.
In the darkness, the magic lamps on the walls on both sides of the corridor were lit one after another.
Scott and Ms. Gray headed deeper into the corridor.
“Next…if Fred and George fail to keep the secret, plus I skip class in the afternoon…”
He said helplessly.
“The whole school’s attention will be focused here.”
Ms. Gray still said nonchalantly: “I will explain this to the professor for you. You should focus on the upcoming challenges.”
“All right.”
Scott felt that what she said was right, so he took a few deep breaths and calmed down.
Not long after, he stepped into the empty hall again.
Under the organ that covered the entire towering stone wall, Medea, dressed in gorgeous clothes, sat in front of the performance platform with her back to them, her hands dancing on the multi-layer keyboard.
Scott stood quietly, and neither he nor Mrs. Grey meant to disturb Medea.
Scott even slowly closed his eyes.
The delightful magic of music…
Maybe he will never experience it again in the future.
Let him cherish this perhaps last assistance…
Soon, the distracting thoughts in his mind were slowly cleared in the sound of the music.
After a long time, when the music stopped, Scott slowly opened his eyes.
A hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He gained much more this time than the previous two times.
Even the range of magic perception has been significantly expanded.
But… I don’t know why Medea suddenly became generous?
Just now he was still worried that Medea would stop abruptly in the middle of the song again.
That feeling is not good.
Through the previous two dealings, he didn’t think Medea was an easy person to talk to.
However, although he couldn’t figure it out, Scott didn’t plan to delve into this issue.
In short, today he was just a tool man who received the commission from the Ravenclaw mother and daughter.
“You’re here again.”
Medea took her hands off the keyboard and slowly stood up.
She turned around, and looked at Ms. Grey with a cold look under the black veil.
“Helena.”
She asked in a flat tone.
“What are you doing here again?”
“Remove the oath.”
Ms. Grey floated forward for a distance.
“Remove the oath according to the content of the oath.”
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