The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott remained silent for a moment.

Faced with such a view, his mood became expansive and peaceful.

He simply let the wind tousle his hair, contentedly enjoying the moment.

The silence was broken when Rimbaud spoke up, "Scott, you can build your nest in this tree too, and we can be neighbors!"

Scott turned to look at it.

Rimbaud, head held high, said, “You know, I only invited you because you’re my best friend. I didn’t allow any other crows to nest in this tree!”

Scott immediately laughed.

“Good idea,” he replied. “Let’s do it.”

Rimbaud flapped his wings happily, poked his head out from the edge of the nest, and cawed loudly for a while.

Instantly, the sound of countless wings flapping echoed through the forest, and all the crows obeyed and sprang into action.

When the number of people in the group reaches a certain level, many things become easier.

Scott watched as countless crows came and went, and soon built a nest of similar size in the canopy of the giant oak tree, a little shorter than Rimbaud's nest.

Except for the lack of those decorations, it is almost identical to Rimbaud's Nest.

Just then, he heard Rimbaud say hesitantly, "Alright, if you want, I can share some of my collection with you."

Scott was both amused and exasperated.

Rimbaud thought that by comparing the two nests, he was envious of its collection.

“I don’t want it, you should keep it for yourself,” he said. “This kind of nest isn’t very convenient for me; I need to modify it.”

"Really?" Rimbaud asked again, "You really don't want it?"

His relief was palpable.

“Really, I don’t want to.” Scott’s affirmative answer reassured it.

Rimbaud then pretended to say, "Since you don't want it yourself, there's nothing I can do about it."

Scott turned and glanced at it.

I suddenly feel like changing my mind.

But he really didn't need that kind of "embellishment," so he ultimately didn't change his tune.

He began to think about how to build his own treehouse.

He had already figured it out: the crows' nests were very sturdy and could be used as a "foundation".

However, after thinking about it, he felt that building a treehouse by himself would be too troublesome.

Although he could easily construct it using Transfiguration, things created by Transfiguration cannot last long.

He'll decide on this later.

He could go back to Muggle society, find someone to build a suitable cabin, and then use a shrinking charm to bring it over.

He will just need to use a permanent adhesive spell to fix it in place.

Don't take it too easy.

Since you have money, why not take it easy?

Once Scott understood this, he immediately put the matter aside.

“I think I should go back, Rimbaud.”

He said to Rimbaud.

"Because there was no key to the way back, I had to leave early."

“No rush, Scott, I can drive you back,” Rimbaud said, somewhat reluctantly.

“You can give me a ride for a short distance,” Scott said. “I don’t want you and the crows to be seen.”

If people find out that Scott can control crows, it won't be so easy for him to gather intelligence through them in the future.

Chapter 228 Let's keep it a secret from each other.

"Let me calculate which route to take on the way back."

Having updated his arithmetic divination skills, Scott raised his wand, eager to try.

"This requires your help, Rimbaud."

He waved his wand, drawing several shimmering lines in the air, quickly sketching a rough map of the Forbidden Forest near Hogwarts Castle.

Then, following Rimbaud's instructions, he kept working, and the area covered by the simplified map continued to expand.

"No."

Scott suddenly stopped what he was doing, waved his wand, and the map he had drawn vanished.

“I almost forgot,” he said, looking at Rimbaud. “I deliberately didn’t know the exact location of your territory beforehand.”

"Hey hey hey..."

Rimbaud laughed.

“Oh, Scott, my friend, you’re smart most of the time, but sometimes you’re also stupid.”

"Everyone has moments of relaxation," Scott said with a nonchalant smile.

The real reason was simply that he had an itch to use his hands.

With the help of the crown, he could use arithmetic divination to calculate without pen and paper, but he had not yet actually tried it, and he couldn't help but want to give it a try.

In fact, calculating the return route was meaningless.

Since Rimbaud carried him back from high altitude, they could not possibly encounter any danger.

He would only need divination if he planned to cross the forest on his own.

However, the calculated results are probably not very accurate.

The known conditions were already insufficient.

Although the terrain in the forest is fixed, the magical animals that live in it are constantly changing.

Not to mention, it's unknown whether there are any wizards in the Forbidden Forest at all.

Furthermore, many of the conditions were described by Rimbaud, and Rimbaud's expressive abilities were limited...

Scott shook his head, dismissing those thoughts.

“Send me back now, Rimbaud.”

He walked over to Rimbaud and touched the feathers on its neck.

"It only needs to be delivered to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, which is managed by Hogwarts."

“No problem.” Rimbaud turned to look at him. “You climb onto my back first.”

Scott used his hands and feet to get back on its back.

"and many more."

He took out his wand and handkerchief, turning the blue handkerchief into a black strip of cloth.

He then cast a bubbling spell on himself.

Finally, he put away his wand and covered his eyes with a black cloth.

Since Rimbaud would be flying very fast this time, he wrapped his arms around its neck.

"We can set off now!"

"gone!"

Rimbaud spread his broad wings and soared into the sky.

As it accelerated, Scott could only helplessly close his eyes.

He felt the wind howling past him, and his robe seemed about to be torn apart by the wind.

At the same time, he was also glad that he had foresight.

If he hadn't cast the Bubble Head Curse on himself, he would definitely be unable to breathe by now.

Because his eyes were covered, Scott didn't know where Rimbaud had flown to.

It felt like a long time had passed before the howling wind around him gradually subsided, and Scott finally untied the black cloth strip from his head.

"We've reached the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest!" Lanbo called out to remind them.

“Go down,” Scott said.

Rimbaud responded and began to descend from the sky.

He passed through the canopy of several oak trees and slowly descended to the ground.

"Huh?" Rimbaud suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Scott peered down.

A majestic gray wolf was crouching on the ground in the forest, looking up and peering out.

This doesn't seem like a lone wolf.

Scott thought.

This wolf was agile and its fur was noticeably longer than that of a typical gray wolf.

The wind whipped up by Rimbaud's descent ruffled the long fur on its neck.

Scott felt that such a healthy, young wolf didn't seem like the kind of wolf that would be driven out of the pack.

He began to look around, trying to see if there was a pack of wolves nearby.

However, I don't know if it's just my imagination...

In the brief moment their eyes met, he seemed to see a human-like panic in the gray wolf's eyes.

Then he looked at the gray wolf again.