Scott quietly lay in the water plants at the bottom of the Black Lake, listening to the conversation between the two girls through the bat that sneaked in.
Jasmine Travers’ tone at this moment already had a hint of impatience.
She said: “Soon. Trollope, the mudblood, will soon be discredited. What Ravenclaw’s Transfiguration genius, the mudblood should always crawl in the mud!”
Morgan Avery may really be a family-learned person. She has completely integrated into the role of a follower. At this time, she immediately flattered her little master skillfully.
“Of course, it is impossible for a mudblood to have a genius like you, Jasmine.”
The tone of her speech was even a little too flattering, and it was obvious that she was deeply into the role.
“If you ask me, this is all because Dumbledore likes to be close to Muggles too much. The atmosphere in Hogwarts has become more and more corrupt! It’s unbelievable that such a person can be admired as a genius!”
“Okay.” Jasmine waved her hand indifferently, “Don’t bother with those guys who have never seen the world.”
If I hadn’t heard the pride in her tone, I would have thought she was really calm.
But in Scott’s eyes, the two girls’ dramas were just two children playing house.
“It would be great if Jasmine could teach Trollope a lesson herself.” Morgan Avery said with some regret, “If it were you, even if Trollope was a fourth-grade student, he would definitely be defeated by your magic!”
I’m looking forward to it too.
Scott laughed when he heard this.
It’s a pity that although Avery’s little master is a little naive and a little second-year student, he is not that stupid.
Jasmine Travers shook her head, “No, Trollope is not a guy like Jacob who can be taught a lesson at will. If the opponent is him, even I will find it difficult to be silent.”
Morgan Avery immediately agreed, “Yes, although Trollope is just a lowly mudblood, it would be more troublesome if it attracted Dumbledore’s attention.”
“Tomorrow.” Jasmine Travers said, “Catelin Rowe will take action tomorrow.”
“I will spread the news through our group as quickly as possible!”
Morgan Avery added excitedly.
“By then, the whole Hogwarts will know that Scott Trollope, a fourth-year Ravenclaw, is a hidden scumbag!”
At this point, she laughed again like a hen.
Jasmine Travers also laughed, and the two girls were very excited. They discussed enthusiastically and even began to look forward to tomorrow.
They couldn’t wait to watch a good show they had planned.
To be honest, Scott was a little disappointed.
He thought it was some interesting scheme against him, but in the end he found that the plan the two little witches were talking about was still the same old one.
It was even the same as the method used to deal with Jacob, that is, to let Caitlin Rohr, who was completely PUA by Jasmine Travers, use the self-torture trick to frame the target.
But this time their idea went a step further, wanting to portray Scott as a pervert who wanted to take a hard line on junior female students.
Unfortunately, their idea was impossible to achieve.
Thanks to Scott, Caitlin Rohr, the implementer of the self-torture trick, will have to lie in bed for a while starting tomorrow.
Of course, even if Caitlin Rohr was still intact, even if Scott knew nothing about it, he believed that he would not fall into such a trap.
At this time, Scott even felt regretful.
It was already the end of September, and the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was located had a cool climate. It seemed that there was no need for him to soak in the cold lake water at night to eavesdrop on this old-fashioned conspiracy.
Thinking of this, Scott, who had not noticed it before, suddenly felt a piercing cold. He had been at the bottom of the lake for a long time.
He looked at the two little witches in the glass window again, turned around and swam a little further away, and took out his wand from his arms.
“Ascendio.”
Scott cast a spell on himself, and then his body immediately rose vertically towards the lake at a very fast speed.
When he emerged from the water, the boat transformed by leather shoes was still floating on the lake.
He shook his wet hair, wiped his face with his hands, swam to the side of the boat and climbed up, and rowed the boat to the shore in one breath.
After landing, Scott first changed his leather shoes back to their original state, and then spent some time using the heat spell to dry his clothes and hair.
Finally, he put on his shoes and cast the Disillusionment Spell on himself again. When his body merged with the night, he walked towards Ravenclaw Tower.
Scott felt that the two pure-blooded little witches should thank the protection of Hogwarts Castle.
Hearing so many words of “lowly mudblood” through the window, if he hadn’t been unable to break through the defense of the magic castle, he would have made the two girls experience an unforgettable night.
However, there was no rush to teach them a lesson in one night.
Scott walked briskly in the moonlight. At this moment, he and the two pure-blooded little witches were looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.
Scott bypassed the “joyful” hide-and-seek scene of the Weasley twins and Filch and returned to Ravenclaw Tower smoothly.
When he returned to the dormitory, his three roommates had already gone to bed.
Scott took off his robe quietly, found a bottle of stimulant for colds and poured it into his mouth, and rushed into the bathroom with his pajamas before steam came out of his ears.
As the hot water from the shower head poured over his body, Scott’s ears began to spray steam.
After taking a hot shower and changing into dry pajamas, Scott felt much more comfortable.
The side effects of the stimulant usually last for several hours, so Scott fell asleep while steaming.
A new day, the morning of Ravenclaw College fell into chaos.
A first-year female student just wanted to remind her roommate Caitlin Rowe to get up, but she was greatly frightened after pulling open the bed curtain.
Then, the first-year female student’s very penetrating scream completely alarmed everyone in Ravenclaw College.
When Eva Taylor, the fifth-year head girl of Ravenclaw, used the levitation spell to take Caitlin Rowe out of the dormitory, everyone in the common room saw her miserable state.
“Oh! Merlin!”
“Oh my God!”
For a while, exclamations came one after another.
“Please make way!” Penelope, the sixth grade female prefect, also came over, “We need to send poor Miss Rawl to the school infirmary!”
Scott was standing on the stairs leading to the dormitory from the common room, looking down at the messy scene.
Caitlin Rawl, who was floating in the air, was breathing weakly at this time, and all her exposed skin was covered with dense rashes and countless blood spots.
She looked so scary that other students dared not approach her, and even the two female prefects who had to take her to the school infirmary wanted to stay away.
