On Saturday morning, Roger, the captain of the Quidditch team, had left early.
In the dormitory, Milton was taking care of his wand. When he saw Scott wake up, he raised his head and said hello.
“Good morning, Scott.”
“Good morning, Milton.”
Scott got up from the bed, ignored Eddie who was frozen in the middle of the dormitory with a funny posture, and went to the bathroom first.
When Scott went to the bathroom and washed up and returned to the dormitory, Milton was still concentrating on maintaining the wand, and Eddie was still standing upright in the middle of the dormitory like a statue.
Scott once again ignored Eddie’s pitiful eyes, walked around him without looking away, changed out of his pajamas, and began to slowly get dressed.
Shirts, socks, trousers, leather shoes, sweaters, robes, scarves.
When he was fully dressed, he began to fix his hair in the mirror.
“It’s almost time.” After finishing his hairstyle, Scott turned to Milton and said, “We should go have breakfast.”
As he spoke, he put away his pocket watch again, hung the deformed lizard skin bag on the belt around his waist, put on warm leather gloves, and finally held his wand.
“OK.”
Milton looked at the wand in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and stood up.
He also put on a scarf and gloves, and walked around Eddie with Scott towards the door of the dormitory.
Waiting until Milton opened the door, Scott turned around and waved his wand to lift the petrification spell on Eddie.
Eddie, who suddenly recovered, staggered and almost fell.
“Asshole! My legs are numb!”
Eddie roared angrily and stumbled towards the two of them.
Scott smiled at him and shook the wrist holding the wand slightly.
Eddie immediately stopped his forward movement and pretended not to care and said, “Come on, let’s go have breakfast, I’m already hungry!”
Half an hour before the Quidditch match started, almost all the teachers and students in the school were already sitting in the towering stands surrounding the stadium.
Scott used a copying spell to copy Eddie’s Ravenclaw flag and held it in his hand.
Soon, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff players flew out of the locker room on broomsticks and began to fly around the field in neat formation.
The stands of the two colleges immediately burst into cheers.
Scott yawned a little boredly, and didn’t become energetic until the game officially started.
As the game progressed, Scott also understood the source of Roger’s previous confidence.
In this game, the Ravenclaw players changed their flight formations very quickly. Often when the Hufflepuff players made some moves, the Ravenclaw team could quickly provide the best response. .
“It seems you didn’t just peek at Hufflepuff’s training,” Scott said to Eddie.
He even figured out several formations prepared by his opponent for this game.
“Of course.” Eddie was so proud that his nose almost turned up.
The game continued, and after a while, due to being restrained by Ravenclaw’s changing formations, the Hufflepuff players simply gave up their formation and began to play freely.
“This is better!”
In the stands, Eddie raised his fist.
Scott immediately understood that the reaction of the Hufflepuff players was also predicted by Ravenclaw’s tactics.
When Hufflepuff abandons their formation, Ravenclaw will respond to them with their regular trained formation.
In short, the game ended smoothly before noon, with Ravenclaw winning.
Ravenclaw’s Seeker Cho, with the help of two team members, defeated Cedric and captured the Snitch.
Amidst the laughter and singing, Scott, who was sitting in the stands, smiled. He was not surprised by the result.
When there is not much difference in strength, it is obviously easier to win if you invest more wisdom and make better preparations.
Scott did not participate in the festivities, and after lunch he headed to the Room of Requirement to spend the rest of the day.
“Little Barty really escaped!”
Early Sunday morning, Rimbaud brought the consequences of that incident to Scott.
“I was still a little unsure at first,” Rimbaud said to him, “until last night, I saw old Barty angrily punishing the house elf!”
Scott stood on the elevated stone bridge with the morning mist drifting, looking up at the hazy canyon below.
He raised his hand, let Rimbaud stand on his arm, and said to it: “In other words, neither you nor Crow could see the scene of little Barty escaping?”
Rimbaud nodded.
“But it’s true!” it added. “I saw that poor house elf looking for his young master near Crouch’s house all night!”
“That’s good.” Scott then smiled.
“I don’t understand. Are you sure Barty can find his master?” Rimbaud asked him.
“Of course I’m not sure.” Scott said nonchalantly, “I just provided a possibility, and the rest is none of my business.”
“But……”
Rimbaud looked up at Scott, as if he didn’t quite understand his thoughts.
It asked again, “You said that you let little Barty out because you wanted him to help Voldemort regain some strength so that Voldemort and Medea could fight and reduce your own pressure, right?”
“You are right.” Scott nodded, “For Medea, I am just a spice, Voldemort is a necessity.”
“Then if little Barty can’t find Voldemort, won’t it be a waste of your… no, the efforts of me and the crows?” Rimbaud said unhappily, “And your idea will be shattered!”
“That’s okay.” Scott smiled again.
Rimbaud flapped his wings and flew onto Scott’s shoulder, “Why do you say that? Didn’t you say that you were worried that Medea was too idle and would keep causing you trouble, so you specifically increased the difficulty for her? ?”
“The most I can do is this.” Scott shrugged, “If the Dark Lord cannot rise again, he can only become Medea’s food…”
He spread his hands and said, “What can I do?”
Rimbaud asked with some concern, “Aren’t you worried…”
“Are you worried about Medea trying to ‘tame’ me?” Scott turned to look at it.
Rimbaud nodded.
“It’s useless to worry.” Scott said with a smile, “I just didn’t want to be disturbed or distracted, so I thought about pushing Voldemort to the front. This doesn’t mean that I can’t deal with Medea.” Little moves.”
For him, that was the best thing to do, and if it didn’t work out, it wouldn’t be a problem.
As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the auditorium.
“It will take more than two years before I graduate from Hogwarts. I have a hunch that this is probably the deadline Medea has given me. She will not take more drastic measures before I graduate.”
“Did she say that?” Rimbaud asked curiously.
“No,” Scott replied, “but it was an unspoken thing.”
“I have confidence.”
he continued.
“Now that I have the best tutors and the best learning conditions, I believe that I will have the power to protect myself before graduation.”
