The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Even if he manages to evade the fatal curse, he will likely reveal his identity in the ensuing battle.

Scott suspected that the old wizard was the same guy who had taken Professor Flitwick away from the Forbidden Forest last time.

Although he was no match for Professor Flitwick, he fought him for quite some time, so he should be considered a powerful wizard.

Scott might not be his match.

At the very least, if Professor Flitwick were to get serious, Scott would absolutely not be able to gain any advantage over him now.

If Scott fails to escape with the door key today, he will not only have to face that old man, but also the rest of Yaxley.

Scott silently reflected on his actions.

Indeed, taking risks is not a good choice; I was a bit impulsive after all!

At this point, Rimbaud said to Scott, "The two people who ate the poison didn't seem to be dead when the house-elves took them away."

Scott thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "The dose of poison I used this time was very large, so theoretically there shouldn't have been enough time to save him... But who knows? The pure-blood family might have some treasures or methods that we don't know about that could save him."

“It seems we’ll have to wait for the crows left there to bring back news before we know the exact details,” Rimbaud said.

Scott took a breath and slowly stood up.

"Whether they are dead or not, I have achieved my goal," he said with a smile.

Rimbaud, who was already aware of his plan, replied, "The first people Yaxley will suspect will inevitably be the other two families that compete with them for Travers, the Burst and the Foley."

Scott smiled again and flew up to the treetop on his broomstick.

Rimbaud, afraid of not being able to enter the hidden house, clung tightly to the branch of the flying broom.

The air before them seemed to draw back a curtain, and a small wooden house built on a giant bird's nest suddenly appeared.

Rimbaud cried out twice and took flight again.

Scott landed on the floor in front of the cabin, picked up his flying broom, pushed the door open, and turned on the light.

He added some water to the rooftop tank, took a quick shower, and then sat on the bed reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Rimbaud, as a simple raven, possesses the wisdom of a human child, but he cannot comprehend some of the more complex matters.

After the two young Mr. Yaxleys were poisoned tonight, Yaxley will indeed suspect Burst and Foley, who are competing with them for Traverse, but he will not be certain that it is them.

Scott estimated that they would soon discover that the two Mr. Yaxleys had suffered the same fate as Mr. Bokin, who had died two days earlier, and that even the poison was the same.

This could distract Yaxley, or it could make them more convinced of Burst and Foley's identities; it all depends on how the Yaxley family interprets things.

But Scott wanted them to remember that Travers, who died suddenly in prison, died in the same way.

Even if no one remembers it, Scott will find a way to remind them.

When a mysterious event occurs, and people don't know who the instigator is, they only need to analyze who will benefit the most from the event.

The beneficiaries are often the instigators.

Scott knew that, in the Yaxley family's view, the Burst and Foley families would be the biggest beneficiaries of Travers' sudden death!

After all, Yaxley had already reached an agreement with the last Travers before this.

All they need to do is eliminate Scott Trollope, and the Yaxleys will gain Travers' authorization to manage all of the Travers family's assets.

The Yaxley family probably already considers everything belonging to the Travers family to be something they can easily obtain.

Although their first operation against Scott failed and cost Brandon Yaxley his life.

But Scott could easily have imagined it—

The arrogant Yaxley family would only think that it was all because Brandon Yaxley was incredibly unlucky.

After all, he was captured by Dumbledore and encountered an illogical being like Medea Slytherin.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Yaxleys, killing a Muggle-born wizard like Scott would be an easy task.

But they never imagined that such a seemingly harmless Muggle-born wizard could easily take away what they thought was within their grasp.

Moreover, they now face two more formidable competitors of the same caliber.

By now, Yaxley and his ilk have probably completely overlooked Scott, this insignificant little character.

But this minor character, who has already escaped the vortex, is unwilling to remain in obscurity.

In his view, merely escaping and protecting himself was not enough; he was trying to kill everyone who actively threatened his life first!

"Scott, what are you thinking about?" Rimbaud stopped on the bedside table and asked Scott curiously.

Scott snapped out of his daze and slowly smiled again.

He combed his wet hair back with his hands, his relaxed brows concealing a sharp edge.

"Everyone says that a triangle is the most stable shape."

He said softly.

"It wasn't just the Yaxley family who were 'victims,' but also the Burst and Foley families, who were rivals and also distrustful of each other."

At this point, he got up and poured himself a glass of water.

"In this way, they will drift further and further away from the truth."

He laughed as he finished the entire glass of water, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Ha, this is the situation I wanted to see."

He yawned and went back to bed.

"It's best to let them fight each other. I can't take direct action for a while, because no matter how careful I am, I'll always leave clues."

Chapter 270 The Fate of the Yaxley Brothers

On the morning of February 23th.

Scott was still too lazy to move after waking up from his sleep.

He leaned against the headboard, turned his head to look at the morning light outside the window, and listened to the birds singing in the forest.

However... the birdsong was hardly melodious; in fact, it was quite unpleasant to listen to.

After all, his treehouse was surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of crows.

After a while, the crows stopped cawing.

Fluttering.

The sound of flapping wings rose in rapid succession, then dissipated in all directions.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the room through the open window.

The morning light shone on it, making its black feathers, with their ornate dark patterns, appear even more radiant.

"Several ravens have returned from the Isle of Man and London, bringing new news from Yaxley Castle and the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries."

As he spoke, Rimbaud paused on the bedside table.

"It seems our conversation woke you up? I'm sorry, I can't leave the area covered by the eaves, and the crows can't see me, so I can only talk to them loudly from a distance."

"How's the situation?" Scott turned his gaze from the window.

“One is dead, one is alive,” Rimbaud replied. “The larger one survived.”

Scott smiled slightly. "So, our newly crowned dueling champion, Jacques Yaxley, is dead?"

Rimbaud said, "That's it."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "How did Liam Yaxley survive? How could St. Mungo's antidote to ricin be cured so quickly?"

Rimbaud said, "Their father took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the older one, who was later revived by the healers of St. Mungo's. The younger one did not drink the potion and was already dead when he arrived at St. Mungo's."

"It seems to be a life-saving potion treasured by the Yaxley family, and there's only one bottle," Scott guessed.

Scott knew very well that a poison that was incurable for Muggles was probably not truly incurable for wizards.

However, each profession has its own expertise, and successfully saving a poisoned person within a short period of time after the poison takes effect is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Snape wasn't there last night, or he had already left by then.

Otherwise, Scott might end up working for nothing.

“Let the crows keep watching,” Scott said. “Let’s see how the Yaxley family reacts.”

The crows are indeed very useful intelligence agents.

Wizards had no suspicion of these ordinary birds that had no magic, and the protective magic they set up was not aimed at them. The birds could freely enter and leave the wizards' territory.

“Of course, I have already given them the orders,” Rimbaud said smugly.

“And another thing,” Scott added, “is to prevent too many crows from appearing together.”

He was somewhat worried that if there were crows nearby every time something happened, people would be able to figure out the pattern.

He was clearly a wizard who liked to use crows, even choosing to summon crows when using the Bird Charm.

Over time, people might start to associate him with that person.

Rimbaud couldn't help but retort, "My crows know better than you how to behave naturally."

"That's good."

Scott wasn't angry. He got out of bed and started preparing his breakfast.

“There’s one more thing,” Rimbaud reminded him. “Today is Mr. Bokin’s funeral.”

Scott paused in his movements.

He wanted to get a closer look.

The main purpose was to confirm whether the relationship between the other members of the Burke family and Mr. Burkin was really not that close.

It should be relatively easy to sneak into Mr. Bokin's funeral.

After all, it's not surprising that this gentleman, who runs a black magic shop in Knockturn Alley, knows a lot of strange and eccentric people.

But Scott forced himself to give up the idea.

His near-death experience on the Isle of Man made him even less inclined to take risks.