Although there was a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff on Saturday, Scott still walked into the Room of Requirement early in the morning with a whole day’s worth of food.
“Good morning, Helena.”
Scott walked into Helena’s study, closed the door and greeted Helena, the girl in the painting.
The girl in the painting is currently in an oil painting depicting an indoor scene.
She was sitting on a chair with her back to the screen, stirring something in a porcelain cup with a thin silver spoon between her fingers.
“Good morning, Scott.”
When responding to Scott, her voice was a little perfunctory, and she didn’t even look back.
Scott smiled, this was the consequence of being too familiar.
Scott didn’t always stay in the room where the Ravenclaw portrait was when he was studying here.
It should be said that apart from consulting his tutor, he spent most of his time studying by himself in this study.
Probably because they had been in the same room for too long, Helena, the girl in the painting, no longer had any curiosity about him after getting to know him thoroughly, and her original enthusiastic attitude was gone.
“I think…I need you to open the door for me, Helena.” Scott said helplessly.
“Yeah, I need to open the door for you.”
Helena dropped the silver spoon in her hand and stood up slowly.
She turned around and complained, “I shouldn’t have agreed to take charge of this job in the first place. God knows, originally I just wanted to embarrass Helena when she came here.”
She passed through several paintings and finally reached the largest landscape painting.
The picture frame moves away and the wooden door emerges.
“Okay, come on in.” Helena in the painting waved her hand.
“Thanks.”
Scott opened the door and walked in, bowing respectfully to the Ravenclaw in the painting.
“Good morning, mentor.”
“You’re here.” The Ravenclaw in the painting raised his head, “Let’s get started.”
Scott walked to his seat and sat down, took out his notebook, and began to ask his instructor about the questions he had recorded during this week’s study.
No matter what content his questions were related to, Ravenclaw could always give answers without thinking and help him further expand his knowledge.
All Scott has to do is ask questions and absorb the knowledge with all his concentration, but of course he will need time to digest the knowledge later.
Fortunately, after this period of training in Ravenclaw, Scott has been able to absorb and digest knowledge very quickly.
As Ravenclaw said, the mind also needs continuous exercise. Only a mind that is used regularly will become smarter.
Near noon, Scott finished asking all the questions he had accumulated and got an hour’s rest.
He voluntarily left the room where the Ravenclaw portrait was and ate a sandwich in the outer study.
“Remember to keep it clean!” Helena, the girl in the painting, reminded loudly.
She had a problem with Scott eating in the study.
“Hey, I’ve never dirty this study!” Scott felt that he was wronged.
He suspected Helena was jealous that he could eat.
“Of course, I’m just reminding you.” Helena said angrily.
She was still sitting on the chair in the interior painting, stirring the porcelain cup with a silver spoon.
Scott ignored her and concentrated on eating his sandwich.
“Hey!” Helena in the painting said again, “Why do you want to eat that simple food? It must not taste good.”
“Hmm.” Scott swallowed the food in his mouth and replied perfunctorily, “It’s really not that good.”
Sure enough, Helena was jealous that he could eat!
“I knew it!”
Helena said proudly after hearing Scott’s answer.
Scott nodded perfunctorily again.
After lunch, Scott casually found a book in the study room to read.
Due to the difference between the curse system of thousands of years ago and the modern curse system, most of the books recording curses in this study no longer have much value for learning.
Instead, Scott was very interested in books that described the lives or adventures of wizards thousands of years ago.
He even saw many anecdotes about the ancestors of pure-blood families that have been passed down to this day.
For example, the author of this book wrote about a duel he had with a wizard named Black.
The book describes the ancestor of the Black family in an extremely unkind manner, even calling him “that damn cunning old dog”.
Of course, Scott also found some interesting knowledge or unreliable ideas in these books.
For example, the author of the book he was reading believed that wizards were actually magical animals in human form.
He observed that the magic of magical animals comes from instinct, but wizards have forgotten this instinct.
He even believed that the presence of spells and wands suppressed the wizard’s instincts.
In order to awaken this instinct in himself, he lived naked and naked in the wild for several years, drinking blood, but of course he failed.
This book is his “experiment” diary.
“Oh, that book was written by a madman.” Helena spoke to Scott again, “It can only be read as a joke and has no value!”
“I just read it as a joke book,” Scott said. “This is my relaxation time.”
The author of this book is probably really a lunatic. He once blended into various groups of magical animals and tried to pretend to be one of them.
Unfortunately most of the time he was quickly chased away.
After the break, Scott put the “joke book” back on the bookshelf, sat at Helena’s desk, and began to digest the knowledge he had learned this week, including this morning.
Dinner was still hastily eaten, and he stayed until curfew before leaving.
At this time, Hogwarts Castle had become quiet, and no one was still wandering outside the dormitory.
The Weasley twins, who were busy tinkering with inventions and trying to make money, basically didn’t do any night activities anymore.
Scott skillfully saved some time going downstairs through several secret passages and returned to Ravenclaw Tower as quickly as possible.
“How to use herbology knowledge to prevent evil ghosts?”
Today’s eagle-shaped bronze door knocker did not ask the kind of weird questions similar to brain teasers, but tested knowledge normally.
“Wear a wreath made of blackberries.” Scott answered quickly.
“Correct answer.”
The door opened and Scott strode in.
The common room was quiet, all the lights were off, and even the fire in the fireplace seemed to be about to burn out.
Although the common room seemed empty, Scott walked to the sofa facing the door in front of the fireplace with a clear purpose.
“Good evening, Luna.”
He woke up the girl who was curled up on the sofa and taking a nap.
“Oh good evening, Scott.” Luna rubbed her eyes, “Eddie said you didn’t come back, I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What’s the matter?”
Scott sat down on the sofa next to him, took out his wand and threw a fire spell into the fireplace.
The flames in the fireplace jumped up with a “bang”.
“You didn’t go to watch the Quidditch game today, Slytherin beat Hufflepuff.”
Luna slid from the sofa to the carpet, squatted by the fireplace, and put a silver kettle next to the fire to heat it.
“The disappearance of the Thestrals.”
She spoke a little incoherently.
“Hagrid told me in the afternoon that Professor Dumbledore found some clues in the forest.”
Scott asked curiously, “Did they find out where the Thestrals went?”
Luna shook her head, “They found the place where the Thestrals disappeared, in the forest outside the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid said there are still some traces of blood and spells there.”
“The blood of the Thestrals?” Scott muttered.
Luna said, “Professor Dumbledore concluded that the Thestrals were led there by blood and then controlled by a powerful Confusion Charm to fly away. Of course, this is what Hagrid told me.”
“The Ministry of Magic should also be involved in this matter.” Scott guessed, “After all, Thestrals are also dangerous magical creatures. The criminals who stole them are likely to be dark wizards who specialize in smuggling magical animals.”
“You are right.” Luna picked up the blackened silver kettle, “Hagrid said that Professor Dumbledore has notified the Ministry of Magic.”
She stood up and walked to the table nearby, carefully poured the water in the kettle into two cups, and handed Scott one cup.
“Thank you.”
Scott took the cup and saw that it was hot cocoa.
“I really hope that the Ministry of Magic can find them back, but I don’t think there is much hope. My father said that the Ministry of Magic has never done anything great.”
Luna held the cup and squatted on the sofa again, speaking in an erratic voice.
“I wrote to my father, and he has decided to publish this in the next issue of The Quibbler, calling on all readers to help find the whereabouts of the Thestrals.”
“This is a good thing, maybe it will be useful.” Scott said with a smile.
Luna said with some concern: “Hagrid is very sad. He just sent away another good friend of his and his family last school year, and now he has lost Wuwu and his tribe.”
Listening to her words, Scott was a little embarrassed, so he buried his head and drank a sip of hot cocoa.
Hagrid’s other good friend should refer to Aragog, the eight-eyed spider that originally lived in the Forbidden Forest.
This old eight-eyed spider and his wife Mosag, as well as their countless descendants, were all brutally killed by Scott last school year.
No one was left alive.
This matter is a secret known only to a few people in Hogwarts.
Fortunately, Luna was staring at the fire in the fireplace at this moment, not looking at Scott.
Otherwise, Scott didn’t know if he could hide his emotions from her.
After a while, Scott suggested, “Maybe they can ask Professor Trelawney to predict the whereabouts of the Thestrals. I can’t use arithmetic divination without knowing enough conditions.”
Luna turned to look at him, “Oh, Professor Trelawney, some people say her divination is very accurate, and some people think she is a liar.”
“I think there must be a reason why she can stay in Hogwarts to teach for so many years.” Scott said with a smile.
“I will tell Hagrid your suggestion tomorrow.” Luna said eagerly, “I will also take Professor Trelawney’s class next year to try it out.”
“Of course, you can try it to see if you have a talent for divination.” Scott took out his pocket watch to check the time, and then urged Luna, “You should go back to the dormitory to sleep, Luna.”
“Okay.”
Luna drank the hot cocoa in her hand in one gulp, stood up and put the cup on the table.
“Good night!”
She waved and climbed the stairs back to the dormitory lightly.
“Good night.”
Scott also put down the cup and walked up the stairs to the male student dormitory.
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