Listening to the Ravenclaw's exclamation to Slytherin in the painting, Scott looked at her suspiciously.

Ravenclaw in the painting just shook his head and didn't say much.

Scott could only put away his curiosity.

"There are some things you can't hide." Ravenclaw said to him, "You are in a habit of telling me everything, and you are reserved for others, but I cannot give you the most direct help." ”

Scott was stunned.

Indeed, perhaps because Ravenclaw is only a portrait these days, he prefers to be honest in front of her.

In front of others, even Professor Flitwick, who had helped him a lot, he still had reservations.

Of course, there were some things he hadn't told anyone.

The only one who knows everything about him is the Rimbaud he was made of.

"Do you think you're doing the right thing?" The Ravenclaw in the painting asked him.

Scott opened his mouth, feeling like he couldn't answer.

Ravenclaw asked, "Do you think that neither Dumbledore nor Flitwick know you?" ”

Scott shook his head, his voice a little dry, "No, they should know me." ”

He is still self-aware.

Even if he is a little more mature than his current peers because he has memories of his past life, this maturity is only relative.

He knew very well that he was still a very shallow young man in front of such experienced old men as Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick.

Ravenclaw continues: "An old man, especially an old man of wisdom, can easily see through a young man. So, your concealment doesn't make much sense. ”

"But......" Scott looked up, "I ......"

"It's nothing that you've crossed paths with Medea, and it's nothing to have received a gift from her." Ravenclaw told him, "If you want more help, learn to be honest." Otherwise, other people won't know how to do it, even if they want to help you. ”

Hearing this, Scott nodded subconsciously.

The Ravenclaw in the painting looks him in the eye.

"Of course, I'm not asking you to be honest with everyone, because a lot of people don't deserve it. It's not about telling others everything you've ever done, because everyone has their own secrets. But in the face of worthy people, you should treat them with sincerity. More importantly, learn to trust. ”

Listening to her words, Scott was a little worried about whether the mentor had misunderstood him.

He hurriedly explained: "Although I hid some things, I did not treat my teachers and friends with false friendship. ”

"I know." Ravenclaw smiled at him, "That's why your division commander and friends still care about you." ”

Scott hurriedly nodded again.

His respect for his mentor and concern for his friends were sincere, and he didn't want Ravenclaw to misunderstand him.

"I just want you to learn to trust." Ravenclaw said mildly, "It is inevitable that a person will always accept help from others on the road to growth." ”

Scott immediately understood what she meant.

But that's his character, and he can't change it for a while.

Ravenclaw didn't say much and began to teach.

Scott leaves the Room before dinner begins.

On the way to the auditorium, he kept thinking.

He thought that maybe he should tell the professors what he knew about Medea and Slytherin.

Thinking about this question, he unconsciously walked to the fourth floor and suddenly heard someone shouting his name.

"Scott!"

Scott followed the prestige and saw that Black, who had returned to Hogwarts, was standing in a hallway, holding on to the railing with one hand and waving to him with the other.

At this time, there were people near the spiral staircase, and Scott didn't specifically sense the magic of the people around him, and he was a little surprised to see that it was Blake calling him.

"Come here, Scott." Blake said again.

Scott nodded, changed the direction of his footsteps, stepped up the stairs that moved in Blake's direction, and it didn't take long for him to get in front of him.

"Good evening, Professor Black." He greeted politely.

I haven't seen him for a while, and Blake looks a lot thinner again.

It's almost the same as when Scott first met him.

"Just call me Siris." Blake smiled heartily and reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm just a teaching assistant now." ”

"Excuse me......"

As soon as Scott wanted to ask Blake what he was calling him for, Blake put his arms around his neck and led him forward.

"Follow me."

As he spoke, he led Scott to the door of his office.

Scott couldn't get the question he wanted to ask.

"Harry is here, too."

Blake pushed open the office door, finally letting go of his arm around Scott's neck and walking inside.

Scott glanced inside the door and saw Harry sitting on the couch in a paralyzed posture with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head a little sluggishly.

"Ciris ......" he looked at Scott with some surprise, "Oh, Scott, hello. ”

"Hello, Harry."

Scott was still a little confused, he didn't understand why Blake had called him over.

"I happened to see Scott when I went out to breathe." Blake said to Harry, "Just invite him over to dinner with us, and just in time for him to share his experience with you about learning Occlumency." ”

As he spoke, he turned to Scott, who was still standing in the doorway, and said, "Well, Scott, come in, the house-elves at Hogwarts will help bring food to the office." ”

"Thank you for the invitation." Scott couldn't refuse, so he nodded and walked into the office.

"No thanks." Blake said with a smile, striding over to Harry and sitting down.

"I should have said thank you, Scott." Harry barely sat up straighter and smiled sheepishly at Scott, "Excuse me, oh, and, thank you for lending me the notes." ”

"You've already thanked you for that."

Scott walked over to the side and sat down on the couch and looked at Harry a few more times.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, "Is it so tiring to learn Occlumency?" ”

"I'm tired." Harry's expression was pained, "My brain is constantly being invaded by dementors, and it feels like it's about to turn into mush. ”

In this regard, Scott could only look at him sympathetically.

Next, he had dinner at Black's office and chatted with Harry about his experience with Occlumency.

As for how many effects......

Just look at Harry's confused eyes.

In this regard, Scott is also a little helpless.

This is the limitation of "can only be understood, not spoken".

After saying goodbye to the godfather and son, he hurried back to the Ravenclaw common room.

He hadn't forgotten that you had promised Penelope and Kayla to attend the book club they organized.

When he walked into the college library, the book club had begun, and Penelope was standing in the middle of a group of students talking.

Most of the students present were junior first-, second-, and third-year students, and of course, there were many students from the third grade and above, and Scott's roommates were also there.

Scott smiled apologetically at Penelope, and silently walked to the side of the bookshelf to stand.

Kayla walked up to him and whispered, "I thought you were going to break the contract!" ”

"I'm sorry." Scott also whispered.

At this time, Penelope, who was speaking, suddenly mentioned him.

She praised Scott as a typical Ravenclaw with consistently top grades, and called on the younger students to learn from him.

Feeling the frequent gaze of the children in the lower grades, Scott was silent and felt a little ashamed in his heart.

He didn't think he was a good role model.

Step up your game?

Students at Ravenclaw College, who doesn't work hard?

Other than that, he didn't have much to learn.

Do you want those children to learn how to kill people by all means?

If he could, he would also like to spend the seven years of his Hogwarts studies in peace, without going through all those tiring crises and battles.

"Next, please welcome Scott to share his learning experience."

After Penelope's words were spoken, everyone present began to applaud.

And Roger and Eddie kept wincing at Scott.

"Thank you."

Scott walked to the middle of the crowd and the applause stopped.

He looked around at the expectant or adoring eyes, and suddenly felt some pressure.

Looks like we'll have to come up with something dry to share, he thought.

"Hi, I'm Scott Trollope. It is a great honor to have the opportunity to interact with you here. Today I would like to share with you some study methods that can effectively improve your Transfiguration score. ”

He greeted everyone, didn't talk any more nonsense, and directly told the subject he had prepared.

He didn't go into the specifics, but shared with everyone some of the learning methods that he had summarized in the Transfiguration course.

Because it's what he's best at, he speaks quite fluently, even if he only prepares a topic beforehand.

Everyone present also listened attentively.

Scott didn't say for long, and what he talked about was some universal learning methods.

For example, the method of using magic perception to improve transfiguration is not suitable for everyone at all, and he didn't mention it.

After 20 minutes, Scott stopped his sharing and received another round of applause from everyone.

He then spent another 10 minutes answering questions from several students, thus ending his on-stage session at the book club.

After that, he began to sit down and listen to others share their experiences in learning.

This time, Penelope invited students who were at the top of almost every grade level.

Although everyone is good at different directions, they are undoubtedly excellent.

Scott also listened to it with relish and felt that it was quite rewarding.

As time passed, the atmosphere of the book club became more and more enthusiastic, and more and more people joined later, and it didn't end until late at night.

When the four of Scott returned to the dormitory, Eddie asked him, "Scott, what were you doing last night?" We slept late, but you didn't come back before we fell asleep. ”

"yes, I can't wake up in the morning." Roger added.

"Someone ambushed me under the tower last night, and then I went to the principal's office." Scott said.

As soon as his words fell, his three roommates all gathered around him with surprised expressions.

"What you said is true?" Eddie asked, surprised.

"Who is it?" Roger asked angrily.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Milton asked worriedly.

"Don't worry." Scott smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, "Of course the guy who attacked me was knocked down by me, and I wasn't hurt. ”

The three roommates were relieved to hear him say this.

"Who is it?" Roger asked, "You went to Professor Flitwick again last night, didn't you?" That guy can't even beat you in that tired state of the extreme? ”

"Is it the first grade?" Eddie guessed.

As roommates, they are certainly well aware of Scott's state after receiving dueling training from Professor Flitwick every time.

"It's Elijah Caro." Scott said.

Hearing this name, the faces of the three people standing in front of him showed confused expressions at the same time.

They all seem to have forgotten the name.

"I remember!"

Two seconds later, Eddie and Milton spoke at the same time.

"Didn't he go to Durmstrang?" Eddie asked.

Leaning over the bedpost, Scott tells them a series of antecedents and consequences about Caro.

It must be that the lily-flavored love triangle and the "licking dog blackening" repertoire are too exciting, and the three of them are dumbfounded and speechless.

Even Eddie, who has always had the sharpest mouth, did not make an evaluation in time.

"I thought...... The poisonous letter that Rohr sent you was vicious enough......" said Mir's voice trembling, "I didn't expect ......"

"That's nothing." Scott said.

He is very self-aware, and when it comes to "viciousness", he has not lost, or even better.

His means of influencing Carlo's mind with the hidden magic circuit in the pendant necklace can certainly be called "vicious".

At this point, Scott's mind remembered what the Ravenclaw mentor had said to him in the morning.

But Scott just thought about it, and was still not ready to directly expose his "vicious" side.

Ravenclaw also said that everyone has their own secrets, doesn't they?

That's when Roger asked, "What will happen to Carlo?" ”

"Azkaban! Must go to Azkaban! Eddie yelled.

"I'll write to my dad and ask him for help so that Carlo doesn't get away with punishment like he did last time." Without hesitation, Milton said, "My father is doing well in the Ministry of Magic right now. ”

At this moment, he completely did not consider the close relationship between himself and his father.

As soon as Scott wanted to speak, Milton hurriedly said, "Don't refuse, Scott. You've helped me so much, I just wrote a letter to my father, and that didn't matter at all. ”

Scott looked up and saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"Thank you." Scott smiled sincerely and didn't refuse.