The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“I’ll take them to Borgin Burke first and then come back.”

Rimbaud stretched out his claws, grabbed a copper nut, and flew out of the cabin, disappearing into the distance with the flock of crows.

Scott watched the flock of crows disappear into the distance until they became black dots and vanished from sight.

He took the severed arm bone out of his pocket, poured more magic into it, and placed it on the table.

Then he took off his sneakers and lay down on the bed.

"Instead of waiting idly, I might as well get some sleep first," Scott muttered, and soon drifted off to sleep.

At noon, Rimbaud returned with the day's Daily Prophet and woke Scott up.

"Thank you, Rimbaud."

Scott leaned back on the soft pillows and took the newspaper, unfolding it.

When he saw some overly sensational pages in the newspaper, he perked up and all his sleepiness vanished.

Shocking! A 12-year-old cold case reopened, revealing a major blunder by Barty Crouch!

The accompanying image shows Barty Crouch impatiently shooing away the camera.

The fake "hero" Peter is exposed, and the last heir of the Black family is exonerated!

The accompanying image shows a disheveled Blake punching Peter Pettigrew in the face.

Blake embraces his famous godson in tears; the boy who survived a near-death experience receives fatherly love!

The accompanying image shows Black and Harry embracing affectionately, then simultaneously turning to glare at the camera.

"After 12 years of waiting in darkness, the light has finally come; Black tearfully thanks the Ministry of Magic for a just verdict!"

The accompanying image shows Blake angrily baring his teeth at the camera.

Scott discovered that the vast majority of the newspaper in his hand was dedicated to the retrial and sentencing of Blake's old case.

These reports either attacked the reputation of Minister Fudge's political rival Crouch or lauded the Ministry of Magic under Fudge's leadership; not a single photograph matched the headline.

Scott looked at the photos, especially the one of Harry, and laughed for a long time.

It seems that Dumbledore has done what he wanted to do.

Sirius Black, who was imprisoned in Azkaban without trial, has been freed, while the real culprit, Peter Pettigrew, has been imprisoned.

Harry, who should have been spending his summer vacation at his aunt's house, was also brought to the scene by Dumbledore.

After reading the newspaper, Scott felt relieved.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket and checked it; sure enough, there was no signal deep in the forest.

He knew that in order not to worry his family, he had to call home to let them know he was safe.

So he turned to Rimbaud and asked, “My friend, can you take me to the nearest town to this forest? I need to make a phone call.”

“No problem.” Lambo readily agreed.

Just like when he left last time, Scott blindfolded himself with a strip of cloth, cast a bubble head spell on himself, and had the enlarged Rimbaud carry him at top speed.

After a long and arduous journey, they landed in a forest on the outskirts of a small town.

After shrinking Rimbaud, Scott left him in the forest to avoid attracting attention and walked into the town alone.

This is a quiet town nestled against the mountains and beside the water. Scott saw the town's name on the sign: Karend.

Scott pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt and slowly walked into the town's streets.

In such a small town, most residents know each other. Although Scott tried to keep a low profile, his arrival still attracted the curious glances of many residents.

Scott could only feign indifference.

He strolled down the street with an air of nonchalance until he finally found a phone booth.

He went into the phone booth, closed the door, took out a coin, and began dialing the number for his great-grandfather's estate.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Scott! Is that Scott?"

Hearing Emilia's somewhat anxious voice on the other end of the phone, Scott quickly replied with a smile, "It's me, Mom."

“Oh son, I was so worried! I couldn’t get through to your phone!” Emilia said.

Scott said helplessly, "Sorry, there's no cell phone signal here."

Emilia asked impatiently, "Have you decided? How long will you stay there?"

Scott could only promise that he would go back to Madrid before his birthday and spend the rest of the summer there.

Emilia couldn't help but give him a lot of more advice, which Scott answered one by one. He comforted her for a while before ending the call.

After hanging up the phone, Scott walked out of the phone booth.

He walked out of the town and into the forest outside the town amidst the curious gazes of the townspeople.

When he left, he had to cast illusion spells on both himself and Rimbaud.

Otherwise, the image of him soaring into the sky on a giant raven might have made it into the newspapers.

Back in Raven's Territory, Scott and Rimbaud discussed another matter.

He wanted to know how the battle for the Travers family fortune was going.

Just as you predicted.

Rimbaud told him with little interest.

“Now, three pure-blood families that have intermarried with the Travers family have each chosen a child, and they all have Travers blood.”

Scott asked curiously, "How do they decide who the winner is?"

Rimbaud became noticeably more animated when he brought up the topic, “The three families are planning an ancient contest to determine who is most deserving of the Travers name. Of course, this will be witnessed by other pure-blood families.”

“That’s interesting.” Scott chuckled. “I hope they’ll do as I wish and come up with some more underhanded tricks to muddy the waters.”

Otherwise, how could he have found an opportunity to seek revenge against the Yaxley family?

Chapter 261 Melt-in-the-Mouth Midge

That evening, Scott simply ate some cookies for dinner.

Rimbaud said, "You should buy some food in that town."

Scott shrugged. "I forgot."

"What about that thief?" Rimbaud asked. "Aren't you afraid he'll starve to death?"

Scott said nonchalantly, "Wizards don't starve to death so easily. If you're worried, you can have the crows feed him some insects."

After finishing the biscuits, he climbed onto the roof of the cabin and turned on the water tank.

"Clear water like a spring."

A steady stream of water flowed from the tip of his wand, quickly filling the entire water tank.

"Now I can finally take a proper shower."

One night passed.

As the rising sun bathed the forest in a warm hue, Scott, dressed in his pajamas, sat on the floor in front of the cabin and stretched.

Good morning, Rimbaud.

He looked up and smiled at Rimbaud, who was flying towards him.

"I think you need these."

Rimbaud tossed a bunch of wild berries into his arms, where they landed on the windowsill.

"Thank you."

Scott picked up the wild berries, smelled them, got up and went inside, washed them, and tasted them.

"It's a little sour." He frowned. "But it's better than nothing."

Just then, Rimbaud called from outside, "Scott, the crows are back! They're the crows that went to Knockturn Alley!"

Scott put the wild berries on a plate and went back to the doorway to sit down.

A crow flew over and landed on the floor below the windowsill, cawing at Lambo on the windowsill for a while.

Rimbaud called out a few times, and the crow obediently flew away.

Rimbaud told Scott, "The crows couldn't find where Borgin Burke's house was; he left through the fireplace in the store after it closed at night."

“This is a bit tricky…” Scott said, eating wild berries as he leaned against the doorframe.

“It’s really difficult. The crows can only keep an eye on him from outside the store, including me,” Rimbaud said. “I don’t think it would be a good thing to rush into that store.”

Scott nodded in agreement, then said, "It's not like there's no way."

"Do you have any good ideas?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott turned to look at it. "Transfiguration can create this possibility, allowing the poison to fly into his mouth on its own."

Rimbaud tilted his head. "The poison that killed Travers?"

“Ricin.” Scott stood up again. “Let me try!”

He eagerly entered the cabin and sat down at the desk.

Rimbaud followed him into the house and landed on a lamp, looking at him curiously.

Scott placed a piece of parchment on his desk, took out the deformed lizard skin bag, and found a sealed vial and some candy inside.

"You're going to poison me with candy?" Rimbaud said. "I don't approve of that method."

Scott did not answer.

He carefully unwrapped the candy and removed the translucent rice paper wrapping.

“This is what I need.” He folded several sheets of glutinous rice paper into a single layer and arranged them neatly. “It melts in your mouth, making it perfect as the outer layer of poison.”

Rimbaud was taken aback. "You're terrifying, my friend."

"Thank you for the compliment, my friend."