The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott casually replied and put on a medical mask and dragon-skin gloves to protect against poison.

He carefully scraped off the wax from the sealed potion bottle, used his shapeshifting magic to turn the stem of the wild fruit into a small spoon, scooped out the white powder from the potion bottle, and poured it onto glutinous rice paper.

He poured enough lethal white powder onto a dozen or so folded sheets of glutinous rice paper.

Afterward, he resealed the medicine bottle and set it aside.

Next, he folded several sheets of glutinous rice paper with exceptionally gentle movements, turning them into small medicine packets.

"The crucial part is yet to come..."

Scott took off his dragon-skin gloves, gripped his wand, and cast one of his most powerful Transfiguration spells.

The small medicine packet on the parchment instantly transformed into a huge midge.

Scott tapped his wand repeatedly, and more than a dozen small medicine packets turned into midges.

A dozen or so unusually large midges crawled around on the parchment, but under Scott's control, they did not take flight.

Rimbaud looked down at all of this and asked, puzzled, "What's the use of this? Does Mr. Burke like to eat insects like a crow?"

"No, it's not finished yet."

Scott waved his wand repeatedly, chanting "Shrink quickly" a dozen times.

The light of the spell enveloped the midge, turning the insect, which was originally the size of a fly, into a tiny black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Rimbaud craned his neck, staring curiously at the moving black dots. "Do they really fly into Burke's mouth automatically?"

“That’s right,” Scott said. “They all like to crawl into people’s nostrils or mouths, except mine, of course.”

This was the behavioral pattern he had set for these midges when he cast the Transfiguration Charm.

He told Rimbaud, “So all you have to do is find a time when Borgin Burke’s shop is empty and he’s alone, drop these little guys in, and then wait.”

“No problem,” Rimbaud agreed. “I can handle this.”

"So……"

Scott waved his wand, and the parchment instantly transformed into a matchbox, containing the extremely tiny midges.

"Then I'll leave it to you, my friend. I'll be here waiting for your good news."

He then took out a copper coin.

"And don't forget today's Daily Prophet."

Rimbaud grabbed the matchbox and copper nut, and said to Scott with a sigh, "While I'm usually happy to help you, you're just too much trouble."

“Sorry,” Scott said with a smile, “thank you for your hard work.”

"This is nothing to me."

Rimbaud grabbed something and flew out of the window.

Scott stood up and used a teleportation spell to move the dragon skin gloves and small spoon that had come into contact with the poison outside.

"Flames are raging!"

The intense flames quickly destroyed the small spoon, but the dragon-skin gloves were simply revitalized by the heat of the fire.

Scott extinguished the flame and put the gloves into a small cardboard box.

He intended to use it only when he came into contact with poison.

In the following days, he began to do his summer homework while waiting for Rimbaud's return.

When he finished writing a paper assigned by the potions professor, Rimbaud returned with the flock of crows he had previously sent out to keep watch.

"Was it successful?"

Scott took the Daily Prophet from Rimbaud's hand.

"In short, I've completed the task you gave me!" Rimbaud said smugly. "The famous shopkeeper of Knockturn Alley, Borgin Burke, is dead. He died on the counter!"

Scott finally felt relieved and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Rimbaud began to tell Scott the whole story with great enthusiasm.

Chapter 262 Scott Exploits a Loophole

Scott listened to Rimbaud's description and was pleased that his journey had gone smoothly.

Rimbaud arrived at Knockturn Alley as Scott had instructed, and seized an opportunity when there were no customers in the Borgin Burke store, landing at the store entrance.

Without Borgin Burke looking in its direction, it opened the matchbox with its claws and flew to the rooftop across from the shop.

Not long after, he saw Bokin Burke fall to the ground.

Of course, Mr. Bock immediately cried for help, but unfortunately he was unable to shout loudly.

He then tried to climb out of the store, but after climbing only a short distance, he completely lost his ability to move.

Scott prepared an excessive amount of poison, causing him to die from poisoning in a very short time, without even having time to take any measures to save himself.

"No one noticed that scene at the time."

"Rambo said to Scott."

"The people of Knockturn Alley didn't dare mess with Mr. Burke; they wouldn't even glance into his shop. For a long time after his accident, no one noticed."

“Well done, my friend.” Scott stroked Rimbaud’s wing. “You’ve really helped me a lot.”

Rimbaud raised his head triumphantly, "Hahaha... Scott, what would you do without me?"

"of course."

Scott then subtly praised it for a while longer.

Rimbaud was overjoyed by the praise.

Then it took the initiative to inquire about Scott's motives for having him kill Borgin Burke.

"Is this enough, Scott?" it asked, looking at Scott. "What if Burke has other wizarding associates who still won't give up on stealing your map?"

Scott thought for a moment and said to him, "The chances of that are slim. Burke is a greedy guy, and I doubt he'd want to share the secret of the Reiss map with anyone else."

Scott was certain that even the thief Fletcher didn't know the origin of the map in the commission.

Rimbaud nodded.

“Of course,” Scott added. “It was certainly wise of you to leave a few crows there to keep an eye on Knockturn Alley, just in case.”

Rimbaud proudly raised his head again.

Scott also knew that the current situation was far from secure.

Although Bogin Burke, who wanted the Reiss map, has been poisoned to death, there are still two questions surrounding this matter.

One of them is what Rimbaud said: he didn't know if Borgin Burke had any accomplices who knew the inside story.

This issue can only be addressed through subsequent observation and monitoring.

Secondly, it is related to the "local area network" created by the small fireplace.

Scott was certain that Borgin Burke's actions were private and not at Medea's behest.

But did Medea, as the owner of the "local area network," actually know everything that was happening within it?

Scott was unable to confirm this issue either.

But since Medea didn't appear or speak to him through the fireplace, Scott could only assume she didn't know about it.

Scott shook his head, temporarily setting aside other thoughts.

Because he still has someone else to deal with right now.

Riding his flying broomstick, Scott flew from the treetop to the ground and walked to the base of another oak tree, in front of the thief Fletcher.

He looked down at Fletcher, who was lying on the ground.

Having gone two days without food or water, Fletcher was already very weak.

His eyes were still blindfolded and his mouth was still stuffed with cloth, but his lips were now cracked and dry, and he could no longer make any groaning sounds.

Scott drew his wand and pointed it at Fletcher's head.

After a long while, he put his wand away.

"Although I can cast a forgetting spell on you and then release you, memories can be forcibly forgotten by magic, which means they might be restored someday..."

He spoke softly, as if talking to himself.

But Fletcher still heard him clearly.

"Waaaaah..."

The thief, with a sudden burst of strength, began to struggle violently.

Scott continued talking to himself, "The reason we were able to take down Bokin Burke this time is thanks to the fact that Mom hadn't contacted Uncle for a long time, and nobody knew about my relationship with the Hill family."

He paused, then said, "Because of wizards' arrogance towards Muggles, neither you nor Mr. Burke properly investigated the Hill family, otherwise you would have easily discovered my existence."

“If that’s the case… I’ll definitely be caught off guard,” Scott continued, still talking about his own situation.

“Just to be on the safe side, and to be on the safe side,” he said to Fletcher. “Mr. Fletcher the thief, you should keep your mouth shut forever.”

Fletcher let out mournful moans as he writhed on the ground like a fat worm, the chains binding him clanging loudly.

"Grow bigger quickly!"

Scott cast a spell that made Rimbaud enormous.

“Take him away, just like you said.” He turned around. “Wolf packs or troll tribes, whatever…”

"I understand. In the end, you'll still have to use my method."

Rimbaud chuckled, gripping the chains tightly with his claws, and carried Fletcher's obese body into the sky.

Fletcher let out a scream-like sound from his throat.

Scott didn't go to see it.

He was well aware of his own personality; if he wanted to continue down the path of magic, he would inevitably have to kill.

However, in principle, he would try his best not to kill people with his own hands, especially not with magic.