The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The lizard crawled on the wall and got a little closer.

"Go back now, and hide well, awaiting your master's summons."

"A middle-aged male wizard said seriously."

After saying that, he looked at the Carlo siblings.

“I don’t want you to cause any more trouble before the master gives the order.” His expression and tone were fierce. “Remember, you’ve already attracted Dumbledore’s attention twice with your antics, and even aroused the vigilance of wizards abroad.”

“Calm down, Parkinson. I’ve said it before, we just want to kill that little mudblood and avenge our poor nephew,” Amicus Caro said in a low voice.

The middle-aged wizard's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, "I've already said it, don't worry about how your damned nephew died. That stupid brat killed his fiancée, causing the Roll family to become our enemy, which has already made the master very unhappy with you."

“I’m sorry,” Amicus Caro seemed to back down, “we won’t act on our own again.”

“You’d better behave yourselves,” Parkinson warned again, then turned and strode away.

After crossing the garden and exiting the manor gate, he immediately Apparated and disappeared from the spot.

The others followed closely behind and disappeared using Apparition.

Only the Carlo siblings remained standing in the same spot.

“What do we do?” Amicus Caro, who had been dealing with Parkinson’s, turned to look around the room and asked his sister in a low voice.

Of the two, it seems that it was the younger sister, Alecto Carlo, who made the decisions.

“There’s no way to move for now.” The burly Alecto Caro’s rugged face was grim. “That little Mudblood is already under Dumbledore and Flitwick’s protection.”

"Damn it," Amicus Carlo gritted his teeth.

“Let’s wait a little longer, until Master… then we can openly attack Hogwarts,” said Alecto Caro.

The two exchanged a few words and then quickly left the manor.

Scott could only watch helplessly as the two disappeared through Apparition, unable to track them down, and was immediately disappointed.

He had just been thinking that if the lizard could sneak onto one of the siblings without them noticing, they might be able to take it away and then find their hiding place.

Unfortunately, the lizard he created wasn't intelligent enough, and he didn't have a way to remotely control its actions for the time being.

However, this also made him think of lizards, or rather, the evolutionary direction of this kind of monitoring product—remote control and command.

However, this involves a lot of changes, and he only has a few clues at the moment.

Now that the lizard has successfully infiltrated Malfoy Manor, let him continue to monitor the place.

As he was thinking about these things, the lizard began to crawl on the wall again.

By this time, the rooms on the first floor were empty, and Scott did not see anyone through the other windows.

Then, the lizard began to climb upwards.

Scott spotted the Malfoys arguing in a room on the second floor, but their voices couldn't escape through the window.

Then he saw young Malfoy making potions under Snape's guidance in another room.

The lizard crawled around the walls of the entire manor building, but Scott didn't see anyone else.

Including the young male wizard who stayed behind from that group.

Scott suspected that it was Barty Crouch Jr., whom he had heard of but never met.

This further fueled his suspicion that Voldemort was hiding in this manor.

But with no target in any of the rooms, only one possibility remained—Voldemort was likely in the basement.

However, Scott had not considered this possibility beforehand.

After all, Voldemort always held himself above his men, and Scott always assumed he would stay in the best room in the manor.

Scott didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved that he hadn't seen Voldemort.

For safety reasons, his lizard would not enter the room, and if Voldemort did not come out on his own, he would have no way of knowing Voldemort's current state.

But at the same time, he also felt inexplicably relieved.

The reason for this is that this Dark Lord can still bring a lot of pressure to people.

Scott even wondered if Voldemort would discover his lizard the moment it entered the manor.

Fortunately, what he feared did not happen.

Chapter 421 The Deaths of the Carlo Siblings

That night, Rimbaud returned to the crow's territory in the forest.

It was quite pleased with itself after seeing the scene presented in the [magic mirror].

"Looks like that lizard successfully entered the manor. I'm still pretty smart, aren't I?"

As for finding the whereabouts of the Carlo siblings, it was clearly more optimistic than Scott.

“The crows will fly all over every inch of Britain, and they will be spotted very quickly once they show their faces.”

Remarkably, Rimbaud, the "lord" of ravenous curses, seemed to have no bad luck; they received news of the Carlo siblings the very next day at noon.

“That boy saw those two men yesterday,” Rimbaud said to Scott, pointing with his wing at a raven. “They appeared on Arlen Island.”

Scott squinted at the portraits of the Carol siblings hanging on the wooden wall.

He drew this to help the crows recognize people.

“Very good.” He stood up, put on a light black cloak, and pulled up a hood that covered half his face. “We’ll go over now.”

Rimbaud hesitated. "Are you really going? You know, I remember you said that the Death Eaters can call for reinforcements using the Dark Mark. Of course, they can also use Apparition to escape."

“Then they won’t be able to call for reinforcements or escape.” Scott smiled confidently. “You should trust me. After all, I’ve been studying theory with my Ravenclaw mentor for so long and have practiced dueling with Professor Flitwick so many times.”

Rimbaud looked up at Scott, then finally nodded. "Alright, that's settled then."

Scott pulled out his wand and casually swung it twice.

The two portraits of the Carlo siblings on the wall shattered into pieces, and all the fragments were swept out of the cabin by a gust of wind.

"Let's go, let that crow lead the way."

Scott put away his wand and transformed into a peregrine falcon as fast as he could.

Rimbaud glanced at him, then turned his head away. "I still can't stand the way you are."

After Scott transformed into a peregrine falcon, he could no longer speak, but could only call out once to urge it to act faster.

Rimbaud cawed, and the raven that had reported to him earlier immediately flew up from the tree, with Scott and Rimbaud following behind it.

Since ordinary crows don't fly very fast, Scott and Rimbaud had to slow down to keep up with it, which meant they didn't reach their destination until nightfall.

The Isle of Aran is located in western Scotland, on the Firth of Clyde on the Atlantic coast. It is the largest island in the North Aarshall Parliament District and the historic county of Bitshire.

In the dead of night, Scott and his team arrived at a rocky wilderness in the island's uninhabited area. In the center of the wilderness stood a dilapidated stone fortress on the verge of collapse, with a cliff plunging vertically into the sea on one side.

"Gah gah... gah..."

At this moment, a flock of crows gathered among the rocks to escape the raging sea wind.

Scott and Rimbaud joined them, following behind the raven that was leading the way.

As a bird of prey, Scott's arrival caused panic among the crows, who even began to flee in disarray.

"Quack quack..."

It took Rimbaud a while to quiet them down.

"Gah gah... gah..."

After a brief exchange, Rimbaud lowered his voice and told Scott, "Those two guys live in that stone fortress; they've set up a tent inside."

Scott nodded upon hearing this and transformed back into human form.

"I need to make some preparations first."

He reached out and picked up Rimbaud, then leaned closer and whispered a few words.

Rimbaud nodded.

Scott consciously quieted his magical fluctuations, then took out the [severed arm bone] and activated it.

He slowly drew his wand and cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself.

Next, he moved slowly and carefully through the pile of rocks.

He only stopped when he reached the outer edge of the warning magic set up by the Carlo siblings, which he could sense.

He covered his hand holding the [severed arm bone] with his cloak, and then fully activated the magical item that could sever contracts.

Looking at the bone emitting a faint white light, Scott squatted down and forcefully pushed it into the soil beneath his feet.

Then he reversed the wand, muttered a spell, and forcefully plunged the tip of the wand into the ground once more.

Scott silently breathed a sigh of relief as he sensed an almost invisible magical fluctuation rapidly spreading from the wand in his hand, enveloping the entire area, while the stone castle ahead remained silent.

He slowly stood up, transformed into a peregrine falcon once more, and spread his wings to fly towards the stone fortress.

"Gah..."

Rimbaud led the flock of crows behind him.

The dilapidated stone fortress was overgrown with weeds, with only one intact wall providing shelter from the howling sea wind.

Splash...

With a chorus of flapping wings, a peregrine falcon and a raven, leading a flock of crows, flew over and landed on the broken walls and ruins, all looking down at the tent below.

"Gah gah... gah... gah..."

The harsh cawing of crows echoed through the dark stone fortress.

"damn it!"

Not long after, a disheveled wizard carrying a magic lamp emerged from the tent.

"Fly away, you damned bastards!"

He looked up and scolded.

"quack……"