The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"I remember saying that your current achievements are not worth praising! Why do you act like a silly peacock, showing off your ugly backside to others when you've only grown a few feathers!"

Young Malfoy kept his head down and remained silent.

"puff……"

Scott couldn't help but laugh when he looked back at this part.

“Professor Snape is always so skilled in the art of language,” he remarked.

Rimbaud, standing to the side, also chuckled.

After watching this part, Scott turned off the screen and put down the [Magic Mirror].

“Oh, right,” Rimbaud suddenly said, “you killed someone with your own hands.”

“Yes,” Scott replied.

“You wouldn’t have done this before,” Rimbaud said, puzzled. “You said that killing someone with your own hands would change your magic.”

"Of course, it's because I can now manipulate this change."

Scott smiled.

He sensed his own magic power, and well, it was still the same as always.

Chapter 422 A Personal Journey to Azkaban

In the morning, Scott woke up in bed, walked to his small desk, opened the window, and then sat back on the bed and opened the Magic Mirror.

The Malfoy Estate in the surveillance footage still looks very peaceful.

Scott began to speed up the playback of the surveillance "videos" he had stored while he was sleeping. Holding the [Magic Mirror], he walked to the makeshift kitchen on the other side of the cabin, poured himself a glass of milk, and watched and drank at the same time.

At that moment, Rimbaud flew into the room through the window.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Scott glanced up at it, then looked down again to continue watching the "video".

"By the way, today is July 30th."

He thought back for a moment.

"Tomorrow is Harry's birthday, and I need you to go to the Owl Post Office in Hogsmeade to send me a gift."

"no problem."

Scott kept his gaze fixed on the mirror in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

He found it strange that Voldemort had not made any response to the deaths of the Carol siblings.

He thought about it and realized there were only two possibilities.

First, Voldemort completely disregarded the lives of his men.

But this possibility was quickly rejected by Scott.

The situation Voldemort faces today is completely different from that in the "original books".

His enemies include Medea and the All Wizarding Order, who wanted to devour him, as well as Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, who had been fighting against him all along.

Under such circumstances, Voldemort could not allow his Death Eaters to be killed without cause.

That leaves only the second possibility.

At this point, Voldemort is likely too busy to do anything.

So what exactly is Voldemort doing, lurking in Malfoy Manor? Has he not yet fully recovered his powers?

Scott was somewhat curious.

At that moment, he even considered revealing Voldemort's information to Medea and having her test the waters.

But he suppressed that thought.

After all, Scott knew very well that his greatest enemies were Medea and her father, not Voldemort.

Scott was not happy to see Medea successfully defeat Voldemort, devour his soul, and then resurrect herself to gain even greater power.

"What are you thinking?"

Perhaps out of curiosity, Rimbaud asked a question.

Scott had nothing to hide from Rimbaud, so he told him his thoughts.

Rimbaud asked again, "Are you sure? That Voldemort can defeat Medea once he regains his powers?"

“I haven’t seen Medea in a long time.”

Scott said.

"All I know is that her strength after her resurrection was no match for Dumbledore's. If she hadn't presided over the oath and used the enormous magic contained in Hogwarts Castle and the special Portkey, she would never have been able to escape that time."

He pointed to the [Magic Mirror] and pulled up the "video" of the battle in Little Hangleton Village.

"Later, she sacrificed several Horcruxes, and her power seemed to increase somewhat, but it still couldn't compare to Dumbledore's."

But Voldemort could.

In Scott's memory, if Voldemort were to recover, his strength would not be much less than Dumbledore's.

In short, she would be stronger than Medea.

Scott finished his glass of milk in one gulp, put it down, and took out a piece of bread that he had left over from the day before and started eating it.

"It seems... all I can do now is wait," he said somewhat vaguely, "wait for Voldemort to regain his power and then go to Azkaban to break him out."

He guessed that day would be very lively.

Because both Medea and Dumbledore seemed to be staring at that isolated island that was being used as a prison.

"But before that..."

He swallowed the food in his mouth, a smile playing on his lips.

"I want to figure out the mystery surrounding Mr. Bode first."

After hastily finishing his breakfast, Scott searched his pockets and finally decided on a birthday present for Harry: a white bone piece engraved with rune circuits.

“This is it. This is what I got after analyzing the [severed arm bone] last semester,” Scott said. “The dragon bone creation will allow Harry, who has to live in London during the summer holidays, to use magic freely... for half an hour, without worrying about being recorded by the Ministry of Magic.”

As he spoke, he shrugged.

"Of course, due to limited alchemy skills, this is only a one-time event. Hmm... I think our savior should be able to seize this rare opportunity."

Scott took out his pen and wrote a letter. He then put the letter and the thin bone fragments together in a sturdy brown paper envelope, and handed it to Rimbaud along with a small bag of coins.

Rimbaud grabbed the envelope and money bag and flew out.

Half an hour later, Rimbaud returned to the oak cabin with some food.

"Thank you."

Scott was already dressed and ready.

“I want to go there myself, Azkaban,” he said.

Rimbaud, having put down the food, was surprised and took to the air again.

"What did you say?" it asked in utter surprise.

Scott repeated, “I’m going to Azkaban.”

“Are you crazy?” Rimbaud said. “This is not like you at all. You never put yourself in danger.”

“But there won’t be any danger this time,” Scott said.

He was still very curious about why Mr. Bode was targeting him, and how he knew so many things that others overlooked.

“But…” Rimbaud still seemed to think his decision was a bit crazy.

“This isn’t a sudden whim of mine.” Scott pulled up his hood and chuckled. “It just so happens that the professors seem to have forgotten… in any case, no one reminded me that I should register my Animagus with the Ministry of Magic.”

He certainly didn't think the professors would have forgotten about this.

He figured the professors probably just no longer trusted the current chaotic Ministry of Magic, so they were tacitly turning a blind eye.

"gone."

Without giving Rimbaud a chance to refute, Scott transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew out of the open window of the cabin.

"Wait for me!"

Rimbaud could only fly out behind him.

Scott opened his mouth and cried out, signaling Rimbaud to lead the way, and Rimbaud obediently increased his flying speed.

The raven and the peregrine falcon burst out of the forest one after the other, then turned and flew north.

They flew over forests, plains, and seas, finally reaching the airspace above a dark, isolated island in the cold northern seas.

Scott spread his wings and soared through the gray clouds, his transformed eyes becoming exceptionally sharp as he looked down at the small island.

The island looked just like the one he had seen in Rimbaud's memory—cold and heavy.

A dilapidated black fortress stands on the island, with countless Dementors, resembling black mist, trailing long cloaks, swirling in the air around it.

“Let me go down first,” Rimbaud said. “I’ll let you know when I find the target.”

Scott nodded.

Rimbaud folded his wings and swooped down in a straight line.

Scott watched it plummet at top speed, passing through the Dementors and landing in the massive triangular gap at the top of the Black Fortress.

After seeing Rimbaud successfully enter the prison, Scott, in order to regain some strength, kept his wings outstretched, circling and gliding in the high sky.

He waited for about half an hour, and then Rimbaud flew up from below again.

“I’ve found the target location,” it said to Scott. “Are you…are you really going down?”

Scott called out in affirmation.

Rimbaud circled with him in the wind. "But... how do you know the Ministry of Magic hasn't redeployed anything in the prison to exploit this Animagus vulnerability?"