The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The two wizards, dressed in black robes and wearing hoods, did not reveal their true faces. They followed silently behind Stirner, never uttering a sound.

"So, are you satisfied with what you saw?"

Stryner wore a polite, but affected, smile, as if he were talking to a friend.

Scott wasn't willing to back down verbally when faced with this kind of guy.

“Long time no see. You’ve really impressed me, Strilna,” he said, emphasizing each word. “Have you stooped so low that you can only vent your anger on my house?”

Upon hearing this, Stryner's smile twitched slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"Say what you will, Trollope." He glanced at the utterly destroyed garden. "It's all because you hid so well; this was just a way to lure you out."

Scott chuckled softly.

"Now you've finally mustered the courage to face me?"

He made a point of looking at the two men in black robes behind Strilna.

"With two helpers with you?"

“I guarantee you won’t be laughing for long!” Stryner’s hypocritical expression was completely torn apart as he glared fiercely at Scott. “You filthy mudblood.”

Scott also stopped smiling.

“I warned you a long time ago not to say that word in front of me.”

Stryner scoffed, "Even if I don't say it, you can't change the filthy blood in your veins!"

Scott was not provoked. Instead, he said calmly, "No matter how much you shout, it doesn't change the fact that I once trampled you underfoot and wrote 'trash' on your forehead."

"You..."

Stryner raised his wand.

But then a hand from a black-robed figure behind him landed on his shoulder, stopping him from moving.

Stryner didn't insist. He lowered his hand and said through gritted teeth, "I'll be waiting for you on the cliff overlooking the sea on the east side. If you run away, we'll kill every Muggle in the entire town!"

After he finished speaking those harsh words, the three figures disappeared from Scott's sight at the same time.

"Shall we go?" Rimbaud asked softly.

"go."

Scott turned and walked east.

“Perhaps there are other ambushes there,” Rimbaud warned.

“It’s alright.” Scott smiled. “I haven’t tried going all out yet. Even my duel training with Professor Flitwick had limitations on the venue.”

"Wouldn't that be too much of a commotion?" Rimbaud said. "Or perhaps I could go and get reinforcements."

"Too much trouble."

As Scott walked, he took out his Scholars' Union identity card, infused it with magic, and transformed it into the Book of Prometheus. He then found Bill's name and sent him a message.

Bill replied quickly.

Scott laughed. Sure enough, Bill had a way of quickly contacting Mr. Weasley.

After writing down the situation and asking Bill to pass on the message, Scott turned the Book of Prometheus into a gold card and put it back in his pocket.

“That makes things much simpler, and the message will get to the Ministry of Magic quickly,” he said to Rimbaud. “But I hope the cleanup crew arrives a little later.”

He quickened his pace and soon left the residential area, stepping onto the deserted seaside cliff.

Although he had not yet reached the top of the cliff, he had already sensed the situation on the cliff using his magical perception.

“Only those three people,” he said to Rimbaud. “It seems that Stirrner can only find those two helpers.”

"It seems it's not as dangerous as I imagined," Rimbaud said happily.

"Luckily, there's no sea breeze right now."

Scott smiled and waved his wand.

"Smoke-filled."

Thick smoke rose up, quickly obscuring his vision.

He walked uphill step by step, and the area shrouded in smoke grew larger and larger.

"Watch out! That mud-born can sense magic!"

Scott heard Stirrner's voice in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the three opponents simultaneously created wind using magic.

But Scott didn't keep casting the Smoke Screen spell. Instead, he took advantage of the smoke to kneel down on one knee, and with his backhand, he inserted his wand into a crevice in the rock, casting an Anti-Apparition Charm that covered the area around the cliff.

"That's fair."

He drew his wand, stood up, and let the smoke dissipate in the wind.

"I didn't expect you to actually come, Trollope!"

Stryner burst into laughter.

"To die here to save the lives of those Muggles is fitting for the end of your Mudblood identity story!"

He raised his wand, his hand trembling with excitement.

“I’ve been waiting for this day, for a very long time. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you right away, that wouldn’t be enough. I’ll torture you slowly until you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy! I’ll repay you twofold, twofold, and even morefold for everything you’ve given me!”

"You think you're guaranteed to win?" Scott asked, somewhat surprised.

Stryner burst into laughter again.

“You don’t think you still have a chance to fight back, do you?” He raised his chin smugly. “Of course, it’s not your fault, because you don’t know who I asked for help.”

Seeing his manic behavior, Scott was too lazy to even bother with him.

It doesn't matter who it is.

He decisively waved his wand.

"Flocks of birds".

A large black shadow flew out from the tip of his wand.

"Gaga gaga...gag..."

The harsh cawing of crows rose and fell in waves, countless black feathers fluttered down, and the dense flock of crows, like a black cloud, circled and danced around Scott.

The three people opposite also made their move.

Scott ignored them for the time being; no matter what spell they used, the crows used their flesh and blood to completely shield Scott.

Scott stood in the center of the crows, constantly taking out iron blocks and throwing them on the ground.

As he waved his wand repeatedly, the iron blocks transformed into crows engulfed in flames, which flew rapidly toward the three people opposite them, spewing out streams of scorching fire from their mouths.

Stirrner and the two black-robed wizards' offensive immediately paused.

They worked together, using the Ironclad Charm to fend off the fire crows' attacks and summoning water to extinguish the flames.

Scott moved forward and waved his wand again to awaken a boulder on the edge of the cliff.

In the blink of an eye, the boulder transformed into a rough humanoid shape, its body covered in patterns formed of flames, like a fire demon from fantasy, roaring as it pounced forward.

"Thunderous explosion!"

One of the black-robed wizards raised his wand and instantly blasted the Balrog to pieces.

Seeing this, Scott's expression became more serious.

Fortunately, the fire crows were much more agile than the bald demons, and they temporarily held back Stirner and another black-robed wizard.

“I’ve never seen a transformation spell like this before. Interesting, very interesting.” The black-robed wizard who had blown up the Balrog’s voice was hoarse. “It seems you are stronger than Idrick said.”

He chuckled nervously a few times.

"However, the more potential a mud-blood like you has, the sooner you should be removed."

As he spoke, he moved swiftly, dodging the fire lines spewed from the mouths of the two fire crows.

"Oh, you even set up an anti-Apparition Charm!" He noticed Scott's setup, his voice becoming even more excited. "Excellent! You're becoming more and more worthy of my killing!"

Scott ignored his ravings and kept waving his wand, coordinating with the fire raven's barrage of attacks.

But the opponent was exceptionally agile, not only dodging the fire crows' attacks but also narrowly avoiding several of Scott's spells aimed at him.

As Stirrner and another black-robed wizard exerted their efforts, the number of fire ravens also decreased.

Scott surveyed his surroundings and, using his familiarity with the environment, slowly moved toward the edge of the cliff.

With Rimbaud leading his flock of crows, he hardly needed to worry about defense.

Soon, he used his shapeshifting magic to transform all the stones in the path into various fantastical creatures bathed in flames, which continuously launched a barrage of attacks on the three opponents.

"I never expected this kid could do this much, it's truly an eye-opener! Hahahaha..."

The black-robed man who had already spoken seemed to be a chatterbox, constantly uttering various sentiments.

Scott moved his feet, his hands never stopping, while he calmly observed.

Stryner was clearly extremely frustrated at this point.

He arrived with a group of men, looking for trouble, but was outmaneuvered by Scott, which made him so angry that his face contorted.

But he was busy chanting spells to fend off Scott's attacks and couldn't speak for a moment.

But this was just his performance; the two black-robed men he brought with him remained calm throughout.

Scott was well aware that his current dominance over his opponent was merely superficial.

Although his shapeshifting creatures can spew out scorching flames that can burn a human body to ashes, they cannot pose a fatal threat to the enemy in a short period of time.

The two men in black robes were clearly seasoned wizards, always managing to withstand wave after wave of attacks with just the right amount of skill, showing no signs of becoming flustered.

With their help, even that guy Stirner wasn't hurt.

"Do you like fire? It seems you really like it!"

The black-robed wizard, who kept talking, became increasingly excited.

"Then let's see how my fire goes?"