The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Is it really that obvious?" Scott was skeptical.

“Of course…” Jacob said with a smile, “It’s only a little bit, but I think it’s worth it!”

Chapter 189 Toy Fireplace and Local Area Network

Another night fell, and Scott stood alone on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower.

Before long, a dark shadow swooped down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

It was Rimbaud; he returned right on time.

Scott extended his arm.

Rimbaud's dive speed suddenly slowed as he approached Scott.

Its broad wings flapped, and the resulting wind ruffled Scott's hair.

Good evening, my friend!

As he greeted Scott, Rimbaud slowly rested his arm on Scott's arm.

“Good evening.” Scott smiled at it. “Welcome back to Hogwarts, Rimbaud.”

Rimbaud said proudly, "Of course, the matter you asked me to do has been resolved."

Scott looked around. "Let's leave here and find somewhere we can talk."

Rimbaud agreed.

Scott then whispered a few more words to it, released it again, and turned to leave the top floor of the Astronomy Tower.

Soon after, Scott appeared on the first floor. He walked through several corridors and came to the deserted grass next to the Quidditch pitch.

As he sat down, Rimbaud descended from the sky once again, landing in front of him.

"Now you can tell me."

Scott looked at Rimbaud.

He asked it, "Katie Shafiq, what kind of witch is she?"

"Oh, she's an incredibly boring witch."

Rimbaud said irritably.

"It's so boring. She's a serious and old-fashioned young woman, meticulous in both her work and private life."

Rimbaud flapped his wings and complained.

"I must say, observing this witch was the most boring thing I've ever done!"

"Okay, sorry."

Scott reached out and stroked its fur.

"Is there anything else worth noting about? Or has she been in contact with anyone?"

Rimbaud nodded. "She did contact someone once, but I'm sorry, I have no way of knowing who she contacted."

"What's wrong? You can track the owl that delivers the mail, right?" Scott asked curiously.

"She didn't use an owl to deliver the message!"

Rimbaud flapped his wings and said excitedly.

You'd never guess how she used to send messages!

"Yes, I can't guess."

Scott said it with absolute certainty.

"Uh……"

Rimbaud froze.

Scott casually requested, "Then please tell me, my best friend."

“Alright, alright.” Rimbaud folded his wings. “She used the fireplace to send a message, so it must be through the Floo Network.”

Scott understood. "She happens to work at the Floo Network Authority, so this is making the best use of her."

but……

"This doesn't seem like something you'd bring up?" he asked curiously. "Didn't you hear her say the name of the other side of the place when she was using the fireplace?"

"Oh, mainly because that witch's fireplace is different from everyone else's."

Rimbaud said with some surprise.

“On the desk in her room, there is a small fireplace toy, which is not much bigger than your fist, but it can be used to pass notes.”

“Is that so?” Scott nodded. “She used her position to connect the fireplace toy to the Floo network.”

"That's not the point."

Rimbaud let out a few strange laughs before continuing.

"The key point is that I clearly heard her say 'number 25' when she put the note into the fireplace toy."

"Why didn't you see what was on the note?" That was Scott's first reaction.

"Of course, it's because I can't get too close!"

Rimbaud angrily flapped his wings at Scott's arm a few times.

"And that's not the point! That's not the point!"

"OK OK."

Scott rubbed his arm, which had been slapped so hard.

“I know the key point,” he said. “Shafik might have used the fireplace toy to secretly set up a local area network within the Floo Network, which is overseen by the Ministry of Magic?”

Rimbaud exclaimed, "Didn't you hear me? The recipient of her message is 'Number 25'! By the way, what's a local area network?"

“I know what you mean,” Scott quickly reassured it. “Shafik is in an organization that has at least 25 people.”

“That’s it!” Rimbaud nodded quickly.

“Thank you, Rimbaud.” Scott looked at Raven earnestly, “but I need you to keep an eye on her for me.”

“I don’t want to do this job!” Rimbaud shook his head. “I’ve already said it, it’s too boring!”

Scott replied, "I know you can recruit other birds to work for you, can't you? You can communicate with them."

“Is that so?” Rimbaud hesitated. “I could do that, but you know they’re not very smart.”

"Of course, you're the smartest; you can command them well."

Scott stroked its feathers again.

"As far as I know, wizards can communicate via the Floo Network. You only saw her passing notes; perhaps next time you'll hear her talking to someone using a toy fireplace."

"Why do I have a friend like you!" Rimbaud said angrily.

Scott stared into its eyes. "Please, Rimbaud, I want to find out who Shafik's companions are."

He knew best whether Shafiq was under Medea's command or someone else's.

"Okay, okay, I'm always too soft-hearted!"

Rimbaud said irritably, then flapped his wings and flew away.

Goodbye, Scott!

It flew over Scott's head.

"Of course, I will take your advice and find some help!"

After saying that, it suddenly sped away.

Scott watched it disappear from sight and slowly stood up.

He brushed the grass clippings off his still-wearing robe and turned to walk into the castle.

A miniature Floonet made of toy fireplaces?

Scott thought the idea was quite interesting.

It can make calls and send notes, making it almost a replacement for a desktop phone.

Unfortunately, not everyone can imitate this method.

The establishment of this communication system is certainly related to Shafik, who works at the Flyway Network Authority.

Just as Scott was thinking about these things, a whooshing sound suddenly came from above his head.

He looked up and hurriedly reached out to catch a cardboard box that fell from the sky.

"Cuckoo..."

The owl that suddenly dropped the cardboard box hooted once and flew away quickly.

Scott looked down at the blank cardboard box in his hand, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

He took a deep breath, turned around, walked back to the grass, sat down, and opened the cardboard box.

really……

He reached into the box and pulled out a small toy fireplace that appeared to be made of clay, a box of Floo powder, and a letter.

Scott put the toy fireplace and Floo powder back into the box and opened the blank envelope.

Good evening, Scott.

The handwriting...

Scott quickly recognized that the letter was written by Medea herself.

Chapter 190 The Call with "Number 01"

"Fluorescent flash!"

Scott tapped his wand lightly in the air several times, and a few faint lights, like fireflies, floated in front of him.