The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

After finishing their coffee, Scott, Caleb, and Ramiro walked out of the manor and came to a crossroads hidden by a mountain forest.

At 6:45 a.m., a truck delivered Scott's custom-made cabin.

Although the workers found the employer's strange request odd, they obediently unloaded the wooden house at the intersection and then drove away.

Scott looked at the cabin in front of him and then nodded.

He was very satisfied with the appearance.

Ramiro had already excitedly pushed open the door of the cabin.

This wooden house isn't big, but it's small yet complete.

Caleb glanced at it and explained to Scott, "The solar power system can basically meet our living needs. Although there is a water tank on the roof, water supply seems to be a bit troublesome."

Scott peered into the room through the glass window: a single bed, a small desk, a lamp, a fan, a shower, a microwave…

These pieces of furniture all appear to be securely fixed in place.

“No, it’s no trouble,” he said to Caleb. “I can use magic to summon water.”

At that moment, Ramiro exclaimed, "Cool! Why didn't I think of building a house like this for fun!"

Scott pulled Ramiro aside, took out the [Severed Arm Bone] from his pocket and activated it, then pulled out his own wand.

"Shrink quickly!"

"Shrink quickly!"

He used the technique of combination casting to cast two shrinking spells in succession.

The light from the two shrinking spells intertwined and enveloped the entire wooden house.

Amid Ramiro's shouts, the cabin rapidly shrank until it was only about the height of Scott's knee, like a lifelike toy.

"cool!"

Ramiro then squatted down to observe the shrunken wooden house.

He exclaimed in surprise, "They actually shrunk everything down at the same time!"

"That's because I cast the spell on the wooden house as a whole."

Scott cast another levitation spell, causing the cabin to float slowly into the air, before stuffing it into his shape-shifting lizard skin bag, which had been enchanted with a blemish-free stretching spell.

After repairing the cabin, the three returned to the manor.

By this time, Michael and Amelia had also gotten up.

"Are you ready, darling?" Emilia looked at Scott with reluctance.

Scott gave him a hug and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll call you."

Emilia urged, "You must come back before July 13th, we'll celebrate your 15th birthday!"

"of course."

After Scott agreed, he smiled and hugged Michael again.

“You can handle this, right, my son?” Michael asked.

Scott laughed and said, "I'm your son, Dad."

Michael patted him on the back. "Of course, I've always been proud of that."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to the others?" Ramiro asked from the side.

Scott shook his head. "I told you, I'll be back soon."

Then, the group went to the basement.

After Caleb dismissed the two bodyguards at the entrance, Scott went into the basement first.

He first tied the cardboard box containing Fletcher's items with a rope, then put the box into his own deformed lizard skin bag.

He then crouched down, allowing Fletcher's hand to touch the silver snake necklace wrapped around his wrist.

"I am leaving."

He looked at his parents, uncle, and cousin.

He saw worry and reluctance in the eyes of these relatives.

Needless to say, his parents were worried about him, and even his uncle and cousin, whom he had only known for a few days, were obviously concerned about his safety on this trip.

“Remember to come back to Madrid for your birthday!” Emilia emphasized again.

"Of course, I promise."

Scott smiled and activated the door key on his wrist.

After a dizzying, overwhelming experience that seemed far too long for Scott, he was violently thrown into a forest covered in fallen leaves and lay sprawled on the ground.

The ringing in his ears, accompanied by the incessant cawing of crows, made his head feel dizzy and nauseous.

"Scott!"

With shouts, Rimbaud descended from the sky and patted his back with his wings.

"Scott! What are you doing here? What happened?"

Hearing Rimbaud's concerned questions, Scott felt completely powerless and couldn't reply.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud suddenly became anxious, using his beak to pick up his clothes and help him turn over.

Scott opened his eyes, panting heavily. After a long while, he said weakly, "Thank you, Rimbaud. I'm fine. I'm just not used to the distance the door key teleported over."

"I'm glad you're alright."

Rimbaud felt relieved and then noticed another person.

"Who is that?" it stared at the other side.

Scott turned his head and looked at Fletcher, who was lying on the ground just like he had been.

Or rather, Fletcher's situation was even worse than it had been.

Because the thief was bound by thick iron chains, his obese body, combined with the weight of the chains, caused him to suffer even greater injury when the door key threw him to the ground.

The thief is probably unconscious now.

“That was a thief I caught,” Scott said softly.

“A thief?” Rimbaud took a few steps. “Perhaps I can help you throw him over to the wolves.”

Scott's eyes flickered. "Let him live for now, we'll talk about it in a few days."

He felt much better at this point, so he struggled to get up from the ground.

He first took out the [severed arm bone] to activate it, and then took out his own wand.

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

Scott waved his wand, suspending Fletcher, who was lying on the ground, in mid-air.

Then he used a teleportation spell to turn him over and placed him under an oak tree.

A few curious crows flew down from the tree and pecked at Fletcher a few times.

Fletcher woke up immediately and started humming softly again.

Scott ignored him, cast an expansion spell on Rimbaud, and climbed onto its back.

"Take me upstairs quickly," he said with a smile. "I've brought my own house with me this time!"

Rimbaud took flight, carrying Scott to the top of the largest oak tree, where they landed in its enormous, ornately decorated nest.

Scott jumped off Rimbaud's back and took the shrunken cabin out of the leather bag.

He first cast a levitation spell on the wooden house, making it float in the air, and then used a teleportation spell to move the wooden house above the bird's nest that had been built for him.

"Grow bigger quickly!"

Scott waved his wand, restoring the cabin to its original size, and continued to use the teleportation charm to keep the cabin stuck in the giant bird's nest.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

A golden light flashed by, and the previous spells immediately lost their power, restoring the wooden house to its original state.

"Take me there."

Scott climbed onto Rimbaud's back again and let it carry him to the door of the cabin.

He leaped down and stood in the bird's nest that served as a platform, and began using a permanent adhesive spell to secure the pillars at the bottom of the wooden house.

Once the cabin was completely secured, he shrunk Rimbaud's size and carried him inside.

“Finally, I can rest for a while,” he said to Rimbaud. “But there’s one more thing I need your flock of crows to do for me, my friend.”

Chapter 260 Newspapers, Town, Struggle

“Of course, I’d be happy to help, my friend,” Rimbaud said. “What do you need them for?”

Scott sat at his small desk and opened the window of the cabin.

He reached out and touched Rimbaud's wing. "Go to Knockturn Alley and spy on Bogin Burke, the owner of the Bogin Burke store. I want him to die quietly."

“My friend, the crows can’t read words and don’t know Borgin Burke, so how are they going to find their target? That’s why I have to go too.”

Rimbaud proudly raised his head.

"Besides, if you want to kill someone, I'm afraid I'll have to do it myself."

“Of course, you’re the only one who can do it,” Scott said with a smile. “But I think we can have the crows secretly monitor him first, figure out his habits, and then look for an opportunity to strike in secret.”

Rimbaud nodded in agreement. "After all, he's different from those weak madmen in Azkaban. If I wanted to kill a normal wizard, it would be quite difficult."

“So we have to be careful,” Scott said.

He took some copper nats out of his leather bag. "In addition, I need the crow to buy me the Daily Prophet every day."

"No problem!" Rimbaud jumped onto the windowsill and chirped loudly a few times.

Soon, a flock of crows took flight from the nearby oak tree.