The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Meanwhile, Kacchini had somehow composed himself and was generously thanking Tom, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Tom."

Tom tossed the rag aside. "Oh, you're welcome. What would you two like to drink?"

“A glass of elderflower syrup,” Cachini said.

Scott put down the melting ice cream in his hand. "A glass of pepper mint ice water."

Old Tom quickly served drinks, but the two men sitting at the bar fell silent.

Scott mechanically stuffed ice cream into his mouth while praying that Kacchini would leave quickly.

But Caccini refused to leave.

She held the glass, glancing at Scott every now and then.

Old Tom seemed to sense the subtle tension between the two, and then chuckled as he left the bar.

After he left, Scott felt even more embarrassed, as if his toes had dug a Hogwarts castle into the ground.

After a while, Scott finished his ice cream and drank half a glass of ice water. Cachini then sighed softly, "Roger, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Huh?" Scott looked completely bewildered.

“You…” Kacchini was so angry that he kept taking deep breaths.

Scott still looked puzzled.

All he wanted at that moment was for Kacchini to leave quickly, even if he was driven away in anger.

He could no longer bear the overwhelming embarrassment.

“You’re playing dumb, Roger!” Cachini said through gritted teeth in a low voice. “I’m a girl, and I’ve come to you of my own accord!”

Scott looked at her, still puzzled. "So?"

"I...I understand."

Scott could tell that Kacchini was struggling to hold back the urge to burst into tears.

He felt that Kacini was also a very proud girl, and that was enough.

“I should have known, Roger, you’re that kind of boy. I should have realized it when I saw Mill!” Cachini said.

She jumped off the bar stool and whispered, "I shouldn't have thought I was special to you."

After saying that, she glared at Scott resentfully and stumbled away.

Watching her figure disappear, Scott didn't have time to apologize to Roger, who wasn't present; all he wanted to do was breathe a sigh of relief.

"what happened?"

Old Tom, who appeared out of nowhere, went behind the bar again. As he wiped the glasses, he asked Scott, "Kid, don't let a good girl down, or you'll regret it later!"

I already regret it!

Scott thought to himself.

Of course, his regret is borrowed from Roger's image.

If he had used the characters of Eddie and Milton, he wouldn't have had this problem.

Unfortunately, he ultimately chose the wrong option.

"It's okay, we broke up a long time ago."

Scott left the money for his drink on the bar and turned to leave the Leaky Cauldron.

He returned to the alley and met up with Rimbaud, who was waiting there.

"Let's go back!"

He reactivated the severed arm bone, enlarged Rimbaud's size, and cast an illusion spell on himself and Rimbaud.

After that, he rode on Rimbaud's back.

Rimbaud soared into the sky at top speed.

Three hours later, Scott, his face stiff from the strong winds, returned to Raven Territory.

Inside the cabin.

Scott only rested for a short while before getting busy again.

He carefully sorted and stored the potion ingredients he had just bought, then took out his cauldron, knife, and other tools to begin the initial processing of the ingredients.

At noon, he just had a quick and easy lunch.

Of course, his focus was on preparing the materials needed for the Clinging Loyalty Spell ritual, and then making a potion for the ritual.

Moonstone needs to be ground into powder, the blood of the invisible beast needs to be frozen but not chilled, the water of the River of Oblivion needs to be boiled continuously, and the roses need to be steamed with the steam from the River of Oblivion.

By evening, he had finally finished processing the materials for a potion.

"I can try making certain potions tomorrow." He stood up and stretched.

In the evening, Scott prepared a hearty dinner under the limited conditions available to him.

As he ate, he mentally simulated the ritual potion of the Unwavering Loyalty Spell.

He was quite self-aware of his potion-making skills; it was already quite an achievement that he could make the potion step by step, and there was no need to expect success on the first try.

Chapter 266 Ritual Potions, Reading the Newspaper

The next day, Scott's first potion-making attempt failed as expected.

Without batting an eye, he reprocessed the materials and began the second round of production.

The fine moonstone powder cools down continuously upon contact with the cold, invisible beast blood, requiring constant stirring to prevent it from freezing together.

During this process, you absolutely must not use fire to heat it, otherwise the invisible beast's blood will turn black and lose its effectiveness.

Scott completed this step successfully.

The original blue blood changes color when mixed with white moonstone powder; the color lightens upon success and darkens upon failure.

Scott held the stirring stick in his right hand and stirred it rapidly without stopping. He held the wand in both hands and poured magic into it evenly until the moonstone powder in the crystal glass gradually dissolved and the blood turned into a watery color like moonlight.

He looked at the crucible on the table.

At this moment, the water of the River of Oblivion was boiling in the crucible, which was covered with gauze, and three roses were wrapped inside.

Scott set aside the stabilized aquamarine blood and began the next step of the production process.

Scott composed himself and put on a new pair of dragon-skin gloves.

He first removed the gauze from the crucible, then squeezed the rose petals together with his hands, finally extracting a small bottle of pale red liquid.

The fragrance of roses filled the air, carrying a subtle, calming power that made one's mind go blank.

Scott took off his gloves and slowly poured the pale red liquid from the small bottle into the watery blood.

The hot, pale red liquid came into contact with the cold, watery blood, producing a hissing sound and a violent reaction.

The pale red liquid churned in the water, and a bubble rose from the surface.

Scott picked up the stirring stick and wand again, stirring rapidly and continuously injecting a steady stream of magic to gradually calm the reaction down.

Scott only put down the stirring stick and wand and breathed a sigh of relief when the liquid in the crystal glass calmed down and became clear again.

His first attempt failed at this step.

Because the violent reaction between the two materials could not be neutralized in time, they both evaporated and disappeared due to the violent reaction.

Once this step is completed, the following steps are not difficult.

Simply pour the mixed liquid into the River of Oblivion in the crucible, simmer for 24 hours, stirring clockwise 7 times every 3 hours during this process, and the potion is ready.

Compared to other precious potions, this ritual potion is not difficult to make, and the materials are not particularly precious. However, the real difficulty in casting the Fiery Faith Charm lies in the ritual on the night of the new moon.

Scott believes that the fact that the potion ingredients are not particularly rare is the reason why this ancient ritual magic has survived to this day.

He slowly poured the clear liquid from the crystal glass into the crucible, and then stirred it for the first time.

After that, he sat on the floor by the door and began reading the Daily Prophet from the previous day and the current day.

He went to London early the day before, and after returning, he was busy processing potion ingredients, so he didn't even have time to read the newspaper.

However, as he expected, the newspaper's front-page headline read: "Shocking! Borgin Burke Dies Mysteriously from Poisoning!"

[Reported by Bashir Hollingworth, our correspondent]

At approximately 11:40 a.m. on June 17, Mr. Bokin Bock, the owner of the Bokin Bock store located in Knockdown Lane, was found dead inside the store.

...According to the Auror investigation by the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Burke died from poisoning.

“This is a poison that can kill a wizard in a short time!” an investigator from St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries told the author.

After examination by the therapist, it was determined that the poison had entered the mouth of the deceased, Mr. Burke…

The Aurors' investigation confirmed that no one else entered or left the store at the time, and there were no signs of a struggle inside the store...

...The Aurors ruled out the wizards who had entered Borgin Burke's shop that morning, but they were required to pay a fine to the Department of Law Enforcement for allegedly trading in dark magic items.

A senior Auror from the Ministry of Magic said in an interview, "Although it looks like Burke committed suicide by taking poison, it's clear that the cunning old dog would never do something so stupid!"

I interviewed many people about their views on this incident.

The most popular theory is that someone entered through the fireplace in the shop, used dark magic such as the Imperius Curse to make Mr. Burke take poison, and then left through the fireplace.

However, an employee from the Department of Transportation's Floo Network Management Bureau denied this claim.

“Of course we checked the FiloNet's operating records! The fireplace in Mr. Burke's shop hasn't been turned on all morning!”

The employee stated that only a fool would believe the killer used the fireplace to commit the murder…

“It must be a curse, a curse that makes people willingly ingest poison!” said a resident from Diagon Alley.

“That old bastard Bock finally got what he deserved? He must have done too many bad things to deserve this retribution!” said a resident from Flip-Up Lane.

Next, I will visit more...

Scott shook his head, flipped through the other pages, and moved the newspaper away.

Although it sounded strange coming from him, he couldn't help but want to make a sarcastic remark.

This is exactly the kind of thing the Daily Prophet does.