The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

When he woke up again, it was already evening.

"The item has already been delivered to William."

Upon seeing that he had woken up, Rimbaud, who was guarding the room, immediately reported it.

Scott rubbed his eyes, took out the [Magic Mirror] and looked inside. Sure enough, there were several messages from William.

Scott gave a brief reply, and on a whim, began to check Azkaban's live surveillance.

"This……"

He watched the crowds coming and going in the video and heard their conversations.

"really……"

Dumbledore left England, Medea fell into a deep sleep, and Voldemort struck again.

Or rather, the operation has ended.

His prison break operation has been a great success, and now, under real-time monitoring, the Ministry of Magic is doing the trivial cleanup.

"What is this..."

As an observer, Scott felt disgusted for those Aurors.

So many people have already sacrificed themselves to capture some Death Eaters, and now they've all sacrificed themselves in vain.

Even those Death Eaters who were imprisoned more than a decade ago left with Voldemort.

“Why not just kill those guys?” Scott muttered, a little annoyed. “Killing them would solve everything, tsk.”

He genuinely felt that the current approach was far too outdated and antiquated.

They also sent new guards to watch over Azkaban, which resulted in further casualties.

In short, the person who issued the order was far too careless.

“Fortunately, I’ve managed to kill everyone I wanted to kill, even Mr. Bode has become an idiot,” he said to Rimbaud. “Otherwise, I would have exploded with anger.”

He shook his head, deciding to stop taking the Aurors' perspective, lest he actually get angry.

A new message appears in the [Magic Mirror].

William also learned of Voldemort's successful prison break from other sources and sent the news to Scott.

Scott pretended not to know and chatted with him for a few minutes.

William was clearly in a hurry.

In his message, he advised Scott in this way—

[The Mysterious Man has made a comeback. Perhaps we can persuade Dumbledore to take advantage of M.S.'s weakness and defeat her and the entire Wizarding Council first. Only in this way can we do our utmost to deal with the Mysterious Man.]

I will convey your message.

Scott did not state his opinion, but instead gave this answer.

[This is the perfect opportunity! One side is weak, and the other still needs to consolidate!]

William's persistent emphasis.

[I will pass it on.]

Scott gave the same answer.

Perhaps because Scott's attitude was too firm, William gave up trying to persuade him further.

Scott didn't take it seriously.

His promise to help was simply to relay the message; of course, he wouldn't do anything rashly.

He decided to wait until William discovered the place where Medea was sleeping before discussing anything else.

Chapter 434 Scott Riding the Black Dragon

Before noon, Scott checked out of the hotel and left. Just as he was about to find a secluded spot to use his key to return to the forest, he received a call from Michael.

"dad?"

“The brokerage firm called to say that our house in Hastings was vandalized by unidentified individuals three days ago. They have called the police, but the police have not been able to find the cause.”

Upon hearing Michael's account, Scott immediately understood, "It seems to be the work of a wizard."

“Millie wants to keep it from you, but I’m worried you might go back without knowing,” Michael said. “I want you to be aware of this.”

No, I don't know.

Scott found it strange; he thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out who would do something so pointless.

“I’ll go back and check,” he told Michael.

Michael was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then asked, "You don't think there's any danger?"

Scott thought about it and decided that the danger was not great.

Medea was already asleep, and Voldemort didn't recognize him. As for the others, he didn't think they posed much of a threat to him.

Even if all else fails, he can always escape.

He explained his thoughts to his father, but Michael didn't say much.

“Then go ahead.” He didn’t stop Scott. “You’ve always been smart, and I trust you can make the right decision.”

After the call ended, Scott did not rush to take action.

He first went to a restaurant and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch.

After lunch, Scott went to the shopping mall near the park, and used the same trick again to go to the deserted rooftop, transform into a peregrine falcon, and fly south with Rimbaud.

Several hours later, they arrived over the town of Hastings.

Scott descended, his sharp eyes scanning the ground below, and located his house.

Looking down from the sky, the house didn't seem to have suffered much damage, only the garden was a mess.

He continued to descend, landing on his neighbor's roof, only to discover that the situation was worse than he had imagined—

All the glass was shattered, most of the doors and windows were gone, and the wall on the left side had collapsed.

This is only the exterior; the interior of the house has also suffered enormous damage. The snow-white walls are covered with scorch marks, and all the furniture has been destroyed beyond recognition.

Upon seeing his dilapidated house up close, Scott was consumed by rage.

Although he had to leave the town, this house holds his childhood memories and fond recollections of his family of three.

"Gah!"

Rimbaud, who landed beside him, also cried out in surprise.

Scott called out, spread his wings and flew to the deserted beach, transformed back into human form, and then walked back home.

Along the way, he encountered many acquaintances who couldn't help but warmly surround him and discuss the destruction of his house.

Because the incident was so heinous, everyone was outraged and offered to help him catch the criminal.

The town of Hastings, once home to fishermen and smugglers, was known for its tough people; no one was afraid of criminals.

Scott dared not let them get involved, so he kept thanking them and saying that the matter had been handed over to the police and the real estate agency, and that the insurance company would also provide compensation.

His neighbors were especially hospitable, insisting on inviting him to stay at their homes, but Scott could only say that he had already booked a hotel room.

After finally getting rid of these kind neighbors, Scott walked to his own yard gate and looked inside through the police cordon.

Inside the garden, the soil had been turned upside down, and there were several large holes blasted out. All the plants had been uprooted.

With his magical perception spreading out, Scott quickly sensed some remaining magical energy.

"I see."

He already knows who did it.

Idris Stryner.

"This is the third time," he muttered to himself.

This is the third time that Stryner has messed with him since that feud at the dueling club.

The first time, he attacked him alongside Elijah Carlow on the Viaduct of Hogwarts.

The second time, he provided intelligence to Elijah Caro, who had infiltrated Hogwarts.

The third time, they destroyed his former home.

Just then, Scott keenly sensed a fluctuation of magical energy.

It was on the second floor, in what used to be his room.

Scott looked up and met Stryner's gaze through the broken window, who had suddenly appeared.

Stryner looked down at him, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, two more figures draped in black robes appeared behind him.

Welcome home.

Stryner mouthed the words to Scott.

“Very good,” Scott whispered. “There won’t be a fourth time.”

He reached into his pocket, activating the severed arm bone inside with one hand and taking out his wand with the other.

Rimbaud fell from the air and landed on his shoulder.

"Should we do it here?" it asked in a low voice.

“This is not something I can decide,” Scott said.

When have those arrogant purebloods ever cared about the reactions of Muggles?

Soon, the three figures in the second-floor room disappeared and suddenly reappeared on the first floor, standing in his dilapidated living room.

Stryner, who was staring at Scott again, looked smug, as if showing off his Apparition magic.

"Long time no see, Trollope."

Stryner stepped out of the empty door, carelessly treading on the fresh soil in the garden.