The next day, Scott woke up early in the morning.
At this time, his three roommates were still fast asleep, and Scott could hear their long, steady breathing.
They had gone to sleep rather late last night because the miniature concert had ended in a disturbance.
Scott admitted that Milton was a composer and cellist full of inspiration, and most of the time, his music was worthy of admiration.
But sometimes, some of his inspirations were not so easy for others to accept.
Especially after he became acquainted with the members of the Weird Sisters, his inspiration had begun to stray further and further in a strange direction.
During last night’s miniature concert, Milton first performed several of his new works, all of which were extremely beautiful pieces of music that even Scott and the others could not help becoming absorbed in.
Afterwards, Scott, Roger, and Eddie sincerely praised Milton’s astonishing musical talent.
Perhaps they had given him too much encouragement, because Milton then performed an experimental piece in which he explored a new style.
That piece was simply too terrifying!
The expressions of Scott and the other two slowly froze as the piece continued, and they were not freed from that terrifying “sound of the devil” until someone knocked on the dormitory door.
Milton was far too terrifying once he let himself go, causing the students living in the nearby dormitories to come to their door one after another to protest because the dreadful noise had disturbed their rest.
This dealt Milton a severe blow.
Because his experimental work received nothing but negative reviews, this sensitive boy immediately felt that his musical talent was completely unworthy of his friends’ praise.
He lost his confidence and sat dejectedly on the dormitory windowsill, gazing at the moon and shedding tears.
As his roommates, Scott and the other two boys had no choice but to rack their brains trying to comfort him.
In this way, it was not until after midnight that Milton finally managed to gather his emotions and go to bed.
Scott also secretly swore that he would never encourage Milton to perform in the dormitory again.
It had simply been a disaster.
At this moment, he took his pocket watch from beneath his pillow and checked the time.
It was 7:03 in the morning, while breakfast at the school was from 8:00 to 8:30, and classes began at 9:00.
He climbed out of bed and quietly left the dormitory.
After washing up, he returned to the dormitory, changed out of his pyjamas, put on his clothes, shoes, and socks, then picked up his wand from beside his pillow and held it in his hand.
It was a completely jet-black wand, made of ebony with a dragon heartstring core, twelve and a quarter inches long.
Scott still remembered that Mr Ollivander had excitedly said many things to him when he sold him this wand.
He also told Scott that owners of ebony wands were often nonconformists, highly individual, or comfortable with the status of an outsider.
Therefore, the perfect match for an ebony wand was someone who would hold firmly to his beliefs no matter how great the pressure from the outside world and would not easily be swayed from his purpose.
As for dragon heartstring, it usually produced wands with the greatest power and was capable of producing the most flamboyant spells.
Dragon wands also tended to learn more quickly than other types.
If their allegiance was won from their original owner, they would change loyalty, but they always maintained a strong bond with their current owner.
Finally, he had also “predicted” that Scott would definitely become a wizard who was difficult to sway from his purpose and would be highly skilled in Transfiguration and combative magic.
Even now, Scott could not help smiling whenever he remembered the experience of buying his wand, and he was extremely satisfied with it.
He turned the wand upside down and inserted it into the wand holster fixed inside the lining of his robe.
Then he took The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 and a brand-new notebook from the bookshelf beside his bed, picked up a quill from the pen holder, turned around, walked out of the dormitory, and gently closed the door.
They had Charms that morning, and the subject was taught by Filius Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw House, so Scott decided to go to the common room before breakfast and preview the contents of the textbook.
Speaking of which, because Scott’s performance in Transfiguration had far surpassed his performance in Charms, Professor Flitwick had once been slightly disappointed in him.
Of course, Scott knew that the lovable little old man had only been sulking at Professor McGonagall.
A Ravenclaw student had stood out most in a class taught by the Head of Gryffindor, which left Professor Flitwick feeling somewhat embarrassed.
After understanding that Scott’s dazzling performance in Transfiguration was only due to his talent, rather than a lack of interest or laziness in his other subjects, he once again began treating Scott kindly and giving him special attention.
After they became familiar with each other, he had once joked with Scott, “Mr Trollope clearly possesses the kind of personality Hufflepuff admires and the talent for Transfiguration that Gryffindor admires, yet you were ultimately sorted into Ravenclaw.
This shows that wisdom is the most prominent trait you possess.”
Scott had sincerely answered, “A good personality makes a person more popular, and good talent makes learning a subject easier, but only exceptional wisdom allows a wizard to go further.”
In any case, after hearing his answer, Professor Flitwick was so pleased that he wished he could award Scott one hundred points on the spot.
But he clearly could not do that, so in the end, he chose to reward Scott with a set of notes on Charms.
They were notes Professor Flitwick had personally written several years earlier while organising the fundamental knowledge of Charms.
Although a copy of these notes was also kept in the library of the Ravenclaw common room, the one Professor Flitwick gave Scott was the original, and its value was entirely different.
Unlike a copy, which was equivalent to an ordinary Muggle book, magical notes written by a powerful wizard personally often carried certain wondrous magic.
The most fundamental effect of this magic was to make it easier for the person reading the notes to understand the ideas the author wanted to convey.
Professor Flitwick was clearly still somewhat unwilling to accept that he had “lost” to Professor McGonagall.
He hoped to use this method to stimulate Scott’s interest in Charms and then have him work hard to catch up with his progress in Transfiguration. This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
Later, these notes did indeed help Scott greatly.
After spending a large amount of his spare time carefully studying the notes, he developed a solid foundation in Charms.
This allowed him to make clearly visible progress in his Charms studies.
Although his performance still fell slightly short of his performance in Transfiguration, it was already enough to satisfy Professor Flitwick.
Therefore, although Scott had the most talent for Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall had also helped him considerably, the professor he liked and respected most was still Professor Flitwick.
Scott passed through the empty corridor, walked down the stairs, and arrived at the common room, only to find that it was not empty at this time.
A small boy was curled up on the large sofa beside the fireplace, sleeping heavily.
He was a first-year student who had only entered the school this year.
Scott did not know why a first-year student would be sleeping here so early in the morning, so he walked a little closer.
Although the boy was still asleep, his somewhat pale complexion, slightly swollen red eyes, and the tear stains on his face all showed that he seemed to have cried for a long time.
“Hey!”
Scott reached out and patted his shoulder, and the boy opened his eyes in a daze.
“First-year, why are you sleeping here?
Did you wake up too early because you were too excited?” Scott joked.
“I…” Tears immediately welled up in the boy’s eyes, and his voice carried a sob.
“I’ve been sleeping here since last night.”
Scott frowned and asked him, “What happened?”
The boy said tremblingly, “They…
they wouldn’t let me into the dormitory!”
Scott’s frown deepened.
He could not understand why something like this would happen even in Ravenclaw.
(End of Chapter)
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