The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Rimbaud reappears in Chapter 177

Scott placed the silver-white raven, its coat covered in patterns that emitted a faint red glow, on the table.

Before the blood had dried, he gripped the one-time use magic stone tightly in one hand, the image of the raven Rimbaud flashed through his mind, and he resolutely swung his wand.

As the beam of the Transfiguration Charm burst forth from the tip of the wand, Scott felt his body go limp.

At the same time, the magic stone in his other hand, which was enveloped in magic, trembled slightly and then shook violently.

Scott gripped it tightly, his palm emitting a blinding red light.

For a moment, Scott felt dizzy, his vision went white, and he staggered several steps before collapsing to the ground.

At this moment, he could feel that the magic stone in his hand had disappeared.

At that moment, a dark shadow flashed past him at an extremely fast speed, circled him once, and landed on the sofa.

"Scott, why are you sitting on the floor?"

Rimbaud tilted his head, his two dark eyes staring at him, a hint of human doubt flashing across them.

"I am fine."

Scott smiled weakly and looked carefully at Rimbaud.

This is a very beautiful raven.

It is not pure black; dark red patterns cover its entire body, and each feather is shimmering with iridescent light. The edges of its wing and tail feathers also emit a metallic silver gleam.

"Rimbaud".

Scott slowly got up, cradled Raven's real, warm body in his hands, and then slumped back onto the sofa.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He gently stroked Lambo's smooth feathers.

"haven't seen you for a long time?"

Rimbaud tilted his head again.

"Haven't we always been together?"

Scott suddenly realized.

In his own story, Rimbaud has been with him ever since he arrived at Hogwarts.

It seems that, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, Rimbaud truly gained his own wisdom and memories!

This made him burst into laughter.

"You forgot."

Scott looked down at it and said.

"You have been asleep for a while, and it is now February 1993."

"what!"

Rimbaud screamed, jumped off Scott's grasp, and flew around the dormitory a few times.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Scott leaned back on the sofa, admiring its incredible speed.

With the help of the magic rune circuit, Rimbaud's body had already turned into a series of afterimages.

Let me tell you what has happened during this time.

Scott waved to Rimbaud.

"I've had a really tough time without your help these past few days."

Rimbaud rushed over like a black lightning bolt and stopped instantly on the armrest of the sofa.

"Really?" It looked up at Scott. "Then tell me quickly, and as your best friend, I'll help you!"

As it spoke, it spread its wings and gently patted Scott's hand in a comforting gesture.

Scott laughed and began to vividly recount his experience.

As he narrated, Rimbaud listened with complete fascination, exclaiming in amazement repeatedly.

I never knew you'd been through so many fun things!

It took flight again and instantly landed on Scott's shoulder.

"Damn it, why did I miss out on so much!"

It cried out in dissatisfaction.

“Because you’ve evolved,” Scott said with a smile. “Haven’t you noticed? You’ve changed your appearance and gained new abilities.”

Rimbaud then flew swiftly to a mirror on the table.

"Ah!" it exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on! How come I look so beautiful!"

It excitedly jumped around, looking at itself from all angles, admiring its magnificent feathers.

Scott was speechless.

He didn't recall having a narcissistic attribute set up for him, so why was this bird so vain?

He couldn't help but remind him, "Haven't you noticed? Your speed has increased a lot. There might be other things too."

Upon hearing this, Rimbaud immediately took to the air again.

For a time, its flying figure could be seen everywhere in the dormitory.

"Really!" it shouted. "Great! Now no one can outfly me!"

“That’s fantastic, Rimbaud.” Scott clapped his hands gently. “Have you awakened any other abilities?”

"Gah!"

Rimbaud cried out, flew into the shadows of the room, and disappeared.

Scott looked closely and found that he could still see its outline if he looked more closely.

It seems that the concealment effect is somewhat less effective than the Disguise Spell.

Scott thought.

"All right."

He beckoned.

"I already know."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Rimbaud flew out and landed in front of the mirror again.

"Scott! Aren't I amazing?!"

It was overjoyed and kept jumping around.

"of course."

Scott praised it several more times.

Just as it was feeling smug, Scott said, "Please do me a favor, Rimbaud."

“Of course, no problem.” Rimbaud flapped his wings. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

Scott said, “Go to the Ministry of Magic and find Katie Shafik of the Floo Network Management Bureau of the Department of Magical Transportation, and have her keep an eye on her for me.”

“Katie Shafiq?” Rimbaud tilted his head. “Oh, the witch who wrote you letters? Is she your girlfriend?”

“Of course not,” Scott said. “It could be my enemy.”

"enemy!"

Rimbaud jumped onto his hand and looked up at him.

"What do you need me to do, Scott?"

"You don't need to do anything."

Scott stroked its feathers with his other hand.

"You just need to keep an eye on her without being noticed, and see what she does and who she meets."

“Alright,” Rimbaud nodded. “I can complete this task.”

“Thank you, Rimbaud.” Scott smiled.

Rimbaud flapped his wings with a flourish, "You're welcome, we're best friends after all!"

Scott nodded, stood up, drew back the curtains, and opened the window.

"Go, Rimbaud."

He said to Rimbaud, who was standing in the palm of his hand.

“Come back in a week and tell me exactly what she did.”

He wasn't worried that Rimbaud would miss some important intelligence.

Because he incorporated some of Eddie's traits into the character design, Rimbaud is a very gossipy raven.

“Okay!” Rimbaud agreed readily.

"Goodbye."

Scott raised his right hand so that it would fly away.

But Rimbaud didn't move; the man and the crow stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked it.

Is this thing malfunctioning?

“But…” Rimbaud stared at him innocently, “I don’t know where the Ministry of Magic is.”

"..."

Scott was speechless.