The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

But Scott was already a successful Animagus and quite skilled in human transformation techniques, so there was not much risk involved.

"I haven't fully tried this kind of disguise yet."

Scott sat at his desk with great interest, using the [Magic Mirror] as a normal mirror.

He looked at his face in the mirror and thought about how to adjust it.

"First, there's the hair."

This can be solved with a hair-growth spell.

Scott picked up his wand and waved it at his head, chanting a spell.

His short hair started to grow wildly.

"It seems a bit too long."

Rimbaud looked at his long hair that was now hanging down to the ground and said.

"It's ok."

Scott waved his wand again, cutting off a section of his hair, giving him long, flowing hair.

"Change your hair color again."

He turned his hair blonde.

"Next is skin color."

He started working on his skin, turning his fair skin into a bronze color.

"Hmm...that's kind of amazing."

Scott winked at himself in the mirror, seemingly rediscovering the joy of creating characters in video games from his past life.

"Make your face a little rounder... make your eyebrows a little thicker... make your nose a little flatter... make your lips a little fuller..."

After doing all that, Scott looked at himself in the mirror and laughed.

Except for the eyes, which are the only feature on his face that he cannot move, all the other facial features have been altered to the point that he looks completely different.

At this point, he had become a boy with somewhat simple and honest features, whose skin was constantly bathed in sunlight.

“That way, no one will recognize me, right?” he asked Rimbaud, turning to him.

He felt that Amelia and Michael no longer recognized him.

"Um……"

Rimbaud looked him up and down for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

Scott started changing his clothes again.

Since it was summer and wizard attire was far less cool than Muggle clothing, Scott simply changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.

Finally, he tied his long, flowing hair into a ponytail and looked in the mirror again.

“Looking too much like a Muggle will also attract attention.”

He muttered something to himself and then simply put on the flamboyant necklace that Luna had given him.

"Although it looks out of place, it now looks like a wizard."

He nodded in satisfaction, finally able to go out.

Since Animagus transformation would destroy the disguise, Scott chose to have Rimbaud grow larger and carry him to the vicinity of Hogsmeade Village before walking out of the forest.

By this time, the sun had completely set, and the streetlights of Hogsmeade Village were on. Combined with the glittering shop windows and signs, the whole village looked like a scene from a fairy tale.

Although the village was brightly lit at this time, there were not many people strolling in the streets.

Scott arrived at the entrance of the Three Brooms Bar with a clear objective.

Two drunken middle-aged male wizards pushed open the door and walked out of the bar, supporting each other.

Scott sidestepped the two men and went inside the bar.

A wave of heat hit us.

The bar was filled with smoke, and quite a few wizards had gathered there, making the small space feel crowded and noisy.

Scott looked around but didn't see anyone he recognized, so he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he had disguised himself so much that even his mother wouldn't recognize him, he still didn't really want to run into the professors.

Composing himself, he walked towards the bar.

The bar owner, Ms. Rosmerta, was leaning over the bar and chatting with a few customers.

"The Ministry of Magic is in complete chaos..."

But the guests seemed a little distracted, their gazes lingering between the proprietress's full red lips and bust.

When Scott walked up to the bar, Ms. Rosmerta spotted him immediately.

“Oh? A new face?” She rested her chin on her hand, looking Scott up and down with her captivating eyes. “I’ve never seen you before, boy.”

“Because I only recently came of age,” Scott said shamelessly.

“Is that so?” Ms. Rosmerta smirked and said in a teasing tone, “You’d better be an adult, boy, or I won’t sell you any alcoholic drinks.”

"Hahahaha." The male wizard sitting next to him laughed, revealing a set of yellowed, gap-toothed teeth. "You'd better just order a soda, kid."

"So what? I secretly tried drinking before I even came of age! Those are all fond memories from my youth." Another male wizard with a face full of wrinkles casually smoothed his bald head.

"A butterbeer."

Scott sat down on the high stool, ignoring the two wizards.

He glanced at the menu hanging next to the wine cabinet.

"I'd like another beef burger."

Ms. Rosmerta was somewhat surprised. "It's been so long since anyone has ordered from me that I've even forgotten about the menu."

Scott then noticed that the menu looked old and worn.

Ms. Rosmerta smiled and said, "But since you're a new guest, I'll certainly grant your request. A beef burger, is that right? Just wait, boy."

After saying that, she first poured a glass of butterbeer and placed it in front of Scott, then turned and walked into a small door next to the liquor cabinet.

"Hahaha... There really are people who treat this place like a restaurant." The gap-toothed wizard sitting next to Scott laughed again.

Scott didn't quite understand the drunkard's joke, but he ignored him.

He simply sipped his butterbeer while listening attentively to the lively conversations of the other people in the bar.

"...I never expected Fudge to step down in this way."

Someone is talking loudly about a topic that interests him.

Scott turned his head and saw a witch speaking. The brim of the hat was so wide that her face was obscured.

Others chimed in.

"It's such a pity. Fudge is still very young, and it hasn't been long since he took office."

"I can't believe it! If it weren't for the obituary in today's Daily Prophet, I wouldn't have believed it was true!"

"Who would have thought?"

"However, he hasn't been able to achieve any remarkable political achievements over the years."

"I wonder who the next minister will be. I hope it will be a wizard with a tougher style. Now..."

The speaker shook his head, omitting the second half of his sentence.

The witch in the wide-brimmed hat spoke again, "Do you believe that rumor? Some say that the mysterious man has been resurrected and that he killed Fudge."

Her shrill voice instantly drowned out everyone else's voices.

However, the title "mysterious man" seems to possess an inexplicable magic, as the previously noisy bar suddenly fell silent.

“How…how could that be?” someone immediately denied in a louder voice. “Didn’t the newspapers say that Fudge died while fighting a group of dark wizards who were trying to break out of Azkaban?”

Upon hearing this, Scott's eyes flickered.

It appears that the Daily Prophet's press release deliberately omitted some facts that could cause panic.

Although he didn't know why or who had hinted at the contents of the press release, Scott was certain that if Dumbledore was in charge, he wouldn't have bothered to hide it.

"Don't be silly! I think the rumors are true!"

The witch who initiated the conversation about the mysterious man seemed drunk, and quickly spoke in an even shriller voice.

"Didn't you see the arrest list released by the Ministry of Magic and those newly issued wanted posters? Everyone knows that the names belong to former Death Eaters!"

"Tell me, besides the Mysterious Man, who else can lead those Death Eaters and those arrogant purebloods in action? No one but him can do it!"

"Just wait and see. Although it has only been a little over a decade, the brief peace is over! We are about to return to those terrible, dark days!"

She became increasingly hysterical, her voice so loud it made everything in the bar vibrate; Scott even felt the chandelier on the ceiling was about to fall down.

This time, no one argued with her.

Of course, no one echoed this sentiment.

Everyone began to drink in silence.

"Now, only Lady Slytherin can save us!" the witch suddenly stood up. "Only her! Salazar Slytherin's daughter, the legendary witch who has lived for a thousand years!"

Scott's eyes widened.

Could this be Medea's propaganda campaign?

The witch's words successfully sparked some discussion.

Although people weren't particularly enthusiastic, they were clearly still intrigued.

Then the witch, still in her shrill voice, began to shower Medea with endless praise, describing her as the savior of the magical world.

Perhaps her attitude was too close to mindless worship, perhaps her "speech" was too empty, or perhaps she underestimated people's distrust of the surname "Slytherin." In any case, her long speech did not resonate with anyone.

As she continued her rambling, many people's faces turned ugly, and a considerable number of them even stood up, walked to the bar, slapped their coins on the bar, and turned to leave.

Scott also heard their whispers and murmurs.

"Let's go quickly. I have a feeling that crazy woman will cause trouble for everyone here."