The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott certainly had thought about that.

But as far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic did not.

Sirius Black didn't escape from prison in this world, so the people at the Ministry of Magic probably haven't thought of this loophole yet.

Moreover, apart from taking matters into their own hands, the wizards had no other means of dealing with the Animagus.

Unable to answer Rimbaud's question, he flew directly downwards.

Rimbaud could only follow behind him.

Scott mimicked Rimbaud's actions, folding his wings and plummeting vertically headfirst.

He flew swiftly through layers of gray clouds, some thick, some thin, approaching the towering black fortress below.

As his body passed through the wandering Dementors, it was as if he were passing through bone-chilling icy water.

Finally, as he entered the fortress and hovered with his wings spread again, his body slowly regained its warmth.

At this moment, Lambo also came to his side. It cawed and flew towards one of the countless corridors below with a clear goal.

Scott followed behind it.

They wandered through the winding, dark corridors, passing one locked cell after another, listening to the prisoners' insane ramblings, until they reached the end of the corridor.

"Gah!"

Rimbaud gestured to the location, stopping at the stone window above the wall at the end of the corridor.

Scott stopped at the small window above the iron door of the cell and peered into the dark interior.

Although the peregrine falcon's eyes are sharper than those of humans, it lacks night vision and can only see the outline of a human figure.

only……

The man in the cell was neither insane nor weak like the other prisoners. He was leaning against the stone wall, looking up at the small window that let in light.

“I didn’t expect to have guests here,” Mr. Bode said.

He looked at Scott through the small window, his voice still carrying a hint of amusement, "He's quite a special guest."

Scott tilted his head, but did not respond to what he said.

“Hmm, who are you?” Mr. Bode asked.

Scott still did not respond.

Mr. Bode seemed to immediately lose interest in him, stopped speaking, and turned to look at the small window located on the outside of the fortress.

Scott stared at him for a long time, but the man remained motionless, like a statue.

After some time, Scott withdrew from the small window and flew to the window where Rimbaud was to look around.

After realizing that the Dementors were not approaching, Scott landed on the stone floor of the corridor and silently transformed back into human form.

He took the severed arm bone from the deformed lizard skin pouch at his waist, activated it, and then casually tossed it diagonally upwards.

Rimbaud leaped up in perfect unison and grabbed the bone with one claw.

Scott smiled at it, then took out a glass test tube and decisively threw it into the cell through the small window above the iron gate.

"Cough...cough..."

The sound of shattering glass came from inside the cell, followed by Mr. Bode's cough.

Soon, white smoke began to billow out from the gap under the iron gate.

Scott immediately transformed into a peregrine falcon again, flew out through the stone window where Rimbaud was standing, and arrived outside the fortress.

Of course, the Dementors, who seemed to be wandering aimlessly, still didn't notice him.

Scott and Rimbaud endured the chilling aura surrounding the Dementors as they flew together around the outer wall of the fortress.

While flying, he used his sharp eyes to observe the area below the fortress.

After circling around, Scott estimated that the smoke in the cell had dissipated, so he flew back into the corridor through the stone window.

He stopped again at the small window in the iron gate and peered into the prison.

Mr. Bode was still sitting against the wall, his head bowed as if to indicate that he had fallen into a coma.

But Scott did not let his guard down.

He flew down to the ground again, transformed back into human form, and took out the wooden block and the magic wand.

Silently transforming the wooden block into a peregrine falcon that resembled his own Animagus form, Scott watched as the falcon took flight and slipped through a small window into the prison cell.

He leaned against the rough stone wall, quietly took out the [Magic Mirror], turned off its sound, and looked at the real-time image transmitted through the peregrine falcon on the mirror.

The peregrine falcon Scott created using Transfiguration flew around the dark prison a few times before landing directly on Mr. Bode's shoulder, whose head was hanging low.

Mr. Bode remained motionless.

The peregrine falcon extended a sharp talon and reached for Mr. Bode's eye.

"You win, little guy."

Mr. Bode suddenly reached out and grabbed the peregrine falcon, saying in a helpless tone.

He was really faking being unconscious.

Scott narrowed his eyes, puzzled as to how a potion powerful enough to knock a fully grown Thestral unconscious could have failed.

The captured peregrine falcon struggled.

It attacked Mr. Bode relentlessly with its sharp beak and claws.

But Mr. Bode didn't seem like a wizard tormented by Dementors in Azkaban; his movements were agile and powerful, grabbing the peregrine falcon by its feet with one hand and strangling it by the neck with the other.

"Aren't you going to turn back into human form?" he chuckled. "If you don't, I'll snap your neck."

The peregrine falcon, of course, could not transform into human form and could only struggle even more fiercely.

Seeing this, Scott put the [Magic Mirror] back into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag and then turned around.

The black cloak billowed like giant wings, carrying his body slowly upwards.

At the same time, he drew his wand and silently cast an illusion spell on himself.

“Since you’re unwilling to show me your true face, then don’t blame me,” Mr. Bode’s voice rang out again.

Scott, who had risen to the window position, looked directly into the prison through the small window.

He deliberately floated to the side so as not to block the light from the small window.

At this point, Mr. Bode was clearly not joking; he had already taken action.

Click.

That was the sound of the peregrine falcon's neck bone breaking.

At the same time, Scott reached out his hand.

A curse struck Mr. Bode squarely as he was caught off guard.

Since he still had many questions for the man, Scott refrained from using any of his more potent spells.

In addition, to prevent Mr. Bod from disguising himself again, Scott did not choose the Stunning Charm, but instead used the Petrification Charm, which can accurately determine whether someone is under a spell by observing their appearance and sensing their magic.

Through his studies with his Ravenclaw mentors and Professor Flitwick, Scott's Petrification Charm has become a step further than the original "Full Body Binding Charm".

Although it couldn't compare to the basilisk's glare, Amicus Caro, who had previously been reduced to fragments, had already proven the spell's effectiveness.

Mr. Bode's body stiffened completely, and then the peregrine falcon whose neck he had snapped in his hand turned into shattered pieces of wood and fell onto the stone slabs on the ground.

However, even at this point, Scott still showed no intention of going directly into the prison.

He took out his treasured Truth Potion, used Transfiguration to create a peregrine falcon, and had it carry the opened Truth Potion into the cell, where it laboriously poured the Truth Potion into Mr. Bod's stiff mouth.

Only then did Scott finally feel relieved.

He believed that no one could resist the effects of truth serum.

Chapter 432 Conversation with Mr. Bode

After giving Mr. Bode a small vial of truth serum, Scott finally felt relieved and transformed into a peregrine falcon again, slipping through a small window into the prison.

Rimbaud was responsible for keeping watch for him outside the prison.

After Scott landed, he returned to human form, walked up to Mr. Bode, and looked down at him.

"Your name is?"

"Broderick Bode".

Why did you notice Scott Trollope?

"I'm looking for a true genius."

"To this end, I secretly collected some comments from Hogwarts professors and students, and sent Stephanie Grapland to Hogwarts to observe closely. In the end, I determined that Scott Trollope was the target that met my requirements."

Scott raised an eyebrow as he listened to Mr. Bode's words.

Is this an affirmation from the enemy?

He asked again, "Why do you want to find a true genius?"

“I’m conducting a study about life and death, about the world behind the veil of death.”

Mr. Bode began to speak unconsciously.

"But my research hit a bottleneck a few years ago."

"In the past two years, I've even used up all the credits in my [Knowledge Bank]."

"But I couldn't redeem the most crucial document; its price was simply too high."

"What literature?" Scott asked curiously.

Mr. Bode replied, “The Record of the Helpo Death Experiment is the most precious ancient document in the Knowledge Bank.”

Upon hearing this, Scott immediately took out his Scholars' Union ID card and quickly found the document Mr. Bode had mentioned in the Book of Prometheus.

The "Records of the Helbo Death Experiment (Partially Incomplete)" requires 99999999 credits to redeem.

Scott closed [The Book of Prometheus].