Scott lay quietly among the water plants at the bottom of the Black Lake, listening to the two girls through the bat that had smuggled itself inside.
Jasmine Travers’ tone had already become somewhat impatient.
She said, “Soon, that mudblood Trollope will soon be completely humiliated.
Ravenclaw’s Transfiguration genius?
A mudblood should spend his entire life crawling through the mud!”
Morgan Avery must have inherited her family’s talent for this.
She had completely settled into the role of follower and immediately began flattering her young mistress with practised ease.
“Of course.
A mudblood could never become a genius like you, Jasmine.”
QHer tone was almost excessively fawning.
She had clearly become deeply absorbed in her role.
“I say this is all because Dumbledore is too fond of getting close to Muggles.
The atmosphere at Hogwarts has become more and more corrupt!
I can’t believe someone like that is being praised as a genius!”
“That’s enough.” Jasmine waved carelessly.
“There’s no need to concern ourselves with people who have never seen the wider world.”
If Scott had not heard the smugness in her voice, he might have thought she truly did not care.
But in Scott’s eyes, all the drama between these two girls was no more than children playing house.
“It would be better if you could personally teach Trollope a lesson, Jasmine,” Morgan Avery said regretfully.
“Even though Trollope is a fourth-year, your magic would defeat him without question!”
I’m looking forward to that too.
Scott smiled when he heard this.
Unfortunately, although the Averys’ young mistress was childish and melodramatic, she was not quite that stupid.
As expected, Jasmine Travers shook her head.
“No.
Trollope isn’t someone like Jacob whom I can punish however I please.
Even I would find it difficult to deal with him without anyone noticing.”
Morgan Avery immediately agreed.
“That’s true.
Although Trollope is only a lowly Mudblood, attracting Dumbledore’s attention because of him would do more harm than good.”
“Tomorrow,” Jasmine Travers said.
“Caitlin Rowle will act tomorrow.”
“Then all of Hogwarts will know that Scott Trollope, a fourth-year Ravenclaw, is secretly a complete scumbag!”
She once again laughed like a clucking little hen.
Jasmine Travers also began laughing.
Both girls were excited.
They discussed the matter enthusiastically and even began wishing that tomorrow would arrive sooner.
They could hardly wait to watch the show they had planned.
To be honest, Scott was somewhat disappointed.
He had thought they were preparing some interesting scheme against him, but in the end, the plan discussed by the two young witches was still the same tired trick.
It was almost identical to the method they had used against Jacob.
They would make Caitlin Rowle, whom Jasmine Travers had completely manipulated, use a self-injury scheme to frame their target.
This time, however, they wanted to take the idea one step further.
They intended to make Scott appear to be a pervert who had tried to force himself upon a younger female student.
Unfortunately for them, their plan was impossible to carry out.
Thanks to Scott, Caitlin Rowle, the person meant to carry out the self-injury scheme, would be lying in a hospital bed for some time beginning tomorrow.
Of course, even if Caitlin Rowle had remained perfectly healthy and Scott had known nothing about the plan, he believed there was no chance he would fall into such a trap.
At that moment, Scott even began to regret coming.
It was already the end of September, and the Scottish Highlands, where Hogwarts was located, had a naturally cool climate.
There had been no need for him to soak in the freezing lake at night merely to overhear such an outdated scheme.
As soon as he thought of this, Scott, who had not noticed it before, suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill.
He had been at the bottom of the lake for a long time.
He looked once more at the two young witches behind the glass window, then turned and swam some distance away before taking out his wand.
Ascendio!
Scott cast the spell on himself, and his body immediately shot vertically towards the surface at great speed.
When his head burst out of the water, the small boat transfigured from his leather shoe was still drifting across the lake.
He shook his wet hair, wiped his face with one hand, then swam to the boat and climbed aboard.
He rowed all the way back to the shore without stopping.
After reaching land, Scott first changed his leather shoe back to normal.
He then spent some time using a Hot-Air Charm to dry his clothes and hair.
Finally, he put on his shoe and cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself again.
Scott thought those two young pure-blood witches should be grateful for the protection provided by Hogwarts Castle.
After hearing them say “lowly Mudblood” so many times with only a glass window between them, he would certainly have given the two girls an unforgettable night if he had possessed a way to break through the magical castle’s defences.
Still, there was no need to teach them their lesson in a single night.
Scott walked briskly beneath the moonlight.
At that moment, he was looking forward to tomorrow as much as the two pure-blood girls were.
He took a wide detour around the “cheerful” game of hide-and-seek between the Weasley twins and Filch, then returned safely to Ravenclaw Tower.
By the time he entered the dormitory, all three of his roommates were already asleep.
Scott quietly removed his robes, found a bottle of Pepperup Potion for treating colds and poured it into his mouth.
Before steam began pouring from his ears, he grabbed his nightclothes and rushed into the bathroom.
As hot water sprayed over him from the shower, steam began shooting from both of Scott’s ears.
After taking a hot shower and changing into dry nightclothes, Scott immediately felt much more comfortable.
The side effects of Pepperup Potion usually lasted for several hours, so Scott fell asleep while steam continued rising from his ears.
The next morning, Ravenclaw House descended into chaos.
A first-year girl had only intended to wake her roommate, Caitlin Rowle, but received a terrible fright when she pulled open the bed curtains.
The first-year girl’s piercing scream then alerted everyone in Ravenclaw House.
When Eva Taylor, Ravenclaw’s fifth-year female prefect, used a Levitation Charm to carry Caitlin Rowle out of the dormitory, everyone in the common room saw her terrible condition.
“Oh, Merlin!”
“My goodness!”
Cries of alarm rose one after another.
“Everyone, please move aside!” Penelope, the sixth-year female prefect, had also arrived.
“We need to take poor Miss Rowle to the hospital wing!”
Scott was standing at the top of the staircase leading from the common room to the dormitories, looking down at the chaotic scene.
Caitlin Rowle floated in the air, breathing weakly.
Every visible part of her skin was covered in dense rashes accompanied by countless spots of blood.
She looked so frightening that the other students did not dare approach.
Even the two female prefects who had to take her to the hospital wing wished they could remain farther away.
(End of Chapter)
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