Chapter 12 012. Poor Milton Abnormal

What happened that day was just a small episode in Scott's study life, and he quickly put it behind his mind.

Although he saw through the nature of Miss Travers at a glance. In his perception, her magic state is completely different from that of ordinary little wizards-

Wizards who have killed people with their own hands will have some subtle changes in magic.

This change cannot be hidden.

This is a point that Scott discovered after awakening his magic perception and observing many wizards.

If he were asked to draw an oil painting depicting magic for Miss Travers, there would definitely be a black and red "scar" on the picture.

It would not be very conspicuous, but it would be a bit abrupt.

Scott did not want to explore why an 11-year-old girl had killed someone.

He is not an Auror.

As long as she does not provoke him, he will not have the leisure to care about things that have nothing to do with him.

But when he saw the girl, Scott would inevitably think of Professor Flitwick.

The professor has never killed anyone, which actually surprised Scott.

At noon that day, Scott and his two roommates walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and prepared to go to the auditorium for lunch.

"Milton?"

In the corridor, Scott and Roger turned around and were surprised when they noticed that Milton had not kept up with them.

At this time, Milton was opening his empty eyes, moving slowly and listlessly, his long and smooth hair was a little messy, and the whole person looked like a soulless corpse.

The Hufflepuff students who had just been in class walked past him and couldn't help but chuckled a few times.

"Hey! Cheer up, Milton!"

Roger walked back and put his hand on Milton's shoulder, leading him to walk quickly.

Scott smiled helplessly and followed.

In the class just now, Professor Lockhart asked Milton to stand in front of the classroom to play the female ghost in the book "Breaking Up with the Female Ghost". The reason was because Milton "had the smoothest long hair in the whole classroom."

Now it seems that this performance in class has dealt a big blow to Milton.

"I had a hunch!" Roger complained loudly, "What I said on the train has come true, Scott! Our Professor Lockhart is indeed worse at being a professor than Quirrell!"

A Ravenclaw walking next to him immediately echoed loudly: "You are right, Roger! Look at what that idiot did in class! Huh? There is no magic theory, no magic practice, only a stupid stage play!"

At this time, Milton couldn't help but let out a loud sob.

"Oh, I'm not talking about you, Milton." The boy who spoke quickly added, "I mean...well...anyway, your performance is still great."

"Forget it! Dylan!" A girl came over angrily, "Lockhart is useless, Merlin! You know, I was looking forward to him before school started! Because his novels are well written! Poor Milton, you should just reject him next time!"

Hearing her remarks, several Hufflepuff girls passing by immediately quit.

"Kayla White! How dare you say bad things about Professor Lockhart behind his back!"

"Professor Lockhart just hasn't adapted yet!"

"Do you know how hard Professor Lockhart works? Look at the masterpieces in your hands!"

"Of course what Kayla said is right! You idiots!"

Dylan quickly stood in front of Kayla, and several people started arguing.

Scott watched this scene and immediately pulled Roger and Milton away in a hurry.

"I can't believe that Lockhart has so many admirers!" Roger made a vomiting expression, "Those girls must have been blinded by his idiotic smile!"

"He is really good at packaging himself."

Seeing that Milton was not in high spirits, Scott consoled him, "Milton, maybe you would rather leave everyone's sight for a while? You can go back to the dormitory and have a good rest."

Roger also said, "Don't worry, we will pack lunch for you."

Milton sobbed again, "Oh! Yes, I need to stay away from people's sight for a while, thank you!"

After thanking him, he hurriedly ran towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

Scott looked at his back and said to Roger, "Lockhart seems to be used to targeting someone. As far as I know, a second-year Gryffindor student laughed at his Cornish elf in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which led to him being called by him to perform a stage play in every class afterwards."

"Milton doesn't seem to have offended him?" Roger was a little confused.

"No, Milton has offended him." Scott said helplessly, "Milton thinks Lockhart's class has tarnished the art of stage play. You know, he is always not good at hiding his emotions. Lockhart should have seen his look."

"That look?" Roger's face changed, "I understand, it is [Milton's contempt]!"

He has also endured Milton's look, and it is still fresh in his memory.

"Roger, whether for Milton himself or for the tranquility of our dormitory."

Scott patted Roger on the shoulder.

"Please take the initiative to replace Milton in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Why me?"

"Because you are the most handsome of the four boys in our dormitory."

"Oh! Since you said so...Okay!"

As the two walked into the auditorium, Scott suddenly stopped and looked down at the bottom of the stairs in the foyer.

"What's wrong?"

Roger followed Scott's eyes, and then clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Huh? That boy is a freshman, right? He actually stood close to three girls and whispered to each other? Maybe his number of ex-girlfriends will soon exceed mine!"

"Something is abnormal." Scott's eyes were slightly cold, "Jacob Kent, Caitlin Rohr. If you still remember, these two freshmen had a conflict on the first day of school, and Caitlin Rohr pointed out Jacob Birkent pushed her down the spiral staircase of Ravenclaw Tower."

Roger said in surprise: "But now these two people are actually playing together? Plus two Slytherin female students?"

Scott already frowned, "That blond Slytherin girl is Jasmine Travers."

"is her?"

A look of surprise appeared on Roger's face.

Of course Eddie couldn't help but tell Roger later on about Scott's cryptic comments about Jasmine Travers.

He asked Scott: "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid what happened on the first day of school was not that simple." Scott said, "That girl, Jasmine Travers, that incident may have something to do with her."

At this moment, Travers, who was at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly raised his head and met Scott's eyes again.

Scott didn't pay attention to the polite and distant smile on the girl's face. At this moment, his eyes seemed to penetrate her pupils and see into her heart.

The girl immediately put away her smile and lowered her head to avoid Scott's gaze.

"Jacob."

Scott called the boy's name.

"Mr. Trollope."

Jacob raised his head and greeted Scott politely.

"It's lunch time," Scott said.

"Yes, thank you for the reminder." Jacob laughed.

Looking at the expression on the boy's face, Scott lowered his eyelids and said no more. He just nodded and turned around and walked into the auditorium.

"What's wrong?" Roger followed him and asked him in a low voice.

"The boy has changed."

Scott whispered without any end, and walked straight to the long table belonging to Ravenclaw and sat down.

Roger sat down next to him, "Scott?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Scott shook his head and started eating.

However, the crease between his eyebrows never disappeared.