The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“It’s my pleasure,” Scott said with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, Ms. Burns knocked on her desk again, then led Scott out of the office.

"This is the Secretariat, this is the Vice Minister's Office..."

In the corridor, Ms. Burns acted like a tour guide, giving Scott a detailed introduction.

Instead of taking the elevator, they walked up the stairs from the first basement level to the ninth basement level where the Department of Mysteries was located.

Led by the minister, Scott toured various departments of the Ministry of Magic and met with numerous wizards who worked there.

Of course, since it was Christmas Eve, the Ministry of Magic only worked half a day, and Scott also witnessed the panicked behavior of many wizards who were slacking off at work when they saw the Minister.

Finally, they entered the empty prophecy hall.

This is a huge and dark room, with countless wooden shelves that are almost as tall as the ceiling, neatly arranged inside.

Each wooden shelf displays countless crystal balls.

"So, did you find anything?" Ms. Burns asked.

Scott said softly, "You know, I can only sense who is hostile to me, but I'm not sure if the wizard who is hostile to me is a member of the entire wizarding society."

After all, the prophecy has not yet been revealed, and he and the All Witchcraft Society are not enemies for the time being.

In his view, the wizards who were hostile to him were more likely to be related to the Death Eaters.

“I know,” Ms. Burns nodded. “The investigation is something that’s giving me a headache. All you need to do is give me the list.”

Scott had no objection.

He took a parchment from the shapeshifting lizard skin bag, used magic to display a series of names on it, and then handed the parchment to Ms. Burns.

Ms. Burns took the parchment and smiled. "Very good, you can go and find your prophetic crystal ball now."

Scott followed his intuition and soon found the crystal ball under a strange guidance.

He reached out and picked up the crystal ball, stuffing it into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag before it lit up.

But when he returned to Ms. Burns, the Minister of Magic demanded to hear the prophecy for himself.

"...Although I've already heard Dumbledore mention it, this is a very important matter, and I hope you can understand."

So they went back to the minister's office.

After Ms. Burns tapped the table again, Scott took out the crystal ball.

The crystal ball emitted a hazy glow in his hand, and Professor Trelawney's strange voice rang out—

"The scroll of history has been opened, and the resurrected witch has stirred up a storm, distorting the vision of the Thousand-Mile Eye!"

"The great one who has been sleeping will awaken and seize the legacy of the Eternal King!"

"He desires to devour the non-existent in order to escape the shackles of fate!"

"He will ultimately fail, defeated by those who no longer exist!"

The prophecy "replay" ended, and the crystal ball fell silent.

"I see."

Ms. Burns took a deep breath.

"Indeed, it's not time to let our guard down yet."

A resolute expression appeared on her face.

“You’d better not deal with these things alone, Scott. It’s dangerous.”

She said to Scott.

"I hope you can cooperate with the Ministry of Magic."

Scott agreed and gave Ms. Burns a [magic phone].

"I will let you know if I find anything."

After Apparating away from the Ministry of Magic, he went straight to Milton's apartment.

Face to face with a wizard whose face is covered by a hood.

The moment he appeared, the other person was clearly stunned.

The two faced off, neither speaking for a moment.

After a while, the other person said his name.

Scott Trollope.

His voice was muffled, and it was clear that it wasn't his original voice.

His magical fluctuations were also unfamiliar.

Scott didn't ask questions like who the other person was, as he wouldn't get an answer.

“I’m sorry you’ve come at an inopportune time,” he said. “Milton and his mother are already in a perfectly safe place.”

“A place of absolute safety? Hogwarts? No, that’s not right. It should be your magic, the extradimensional magic that once trapped Voldemort and the Death Eaters.”

Scott laughed. "Your first thought was Hogwarts? Looks like you must be a British wizard."

"There are many wizards in Britain," the other person said dismissively.

Scott attacked without even drawing his wand.

As he raised his hand, a beam of red light shot from his fingertips, striking the other person's chest with a "humming" sound.

This sound is wrong.

Scott frowned.

“You are a puppet,” he said with certainty.

"You know quite a lot." The other person chuckled twice.

Scott was somewhat surprised. "I thought this was Medea's exclusive magic."

"Lady Slytherin has always been generous."

The other person said something, then tilted their head back and fell to the ground.

With the sound of porcelain shattering, his body instantly turned into fragments on the ground.

Chapter 548 The Kidnapped "Milton"

"Oh."

Scott stepped forward, kicked aside the black robe, and looked down at the pile of white porcelain shards on the floor.

After a while, he took out the [magic mirror] and began to contact Mr. Grevis.

"Is everything alright on your end?" he asked. "A mouse just ran into Milton's apartment..."

"Are you all alright?" Mr. Grevis asked anxiously.

"It's alright, Milton and his mother are in the other dimension together..."

Scott recounted in detail what had just happened.

"...In short, the other party was not a real person, but just a ceramic doll."

"She's that lady's confidante! Only a handful of people have been taught the magic of possessing dolls by her!"

Do you know their specific identities?

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I only found out about this by secretly monitoring Zabini."

"Then what about those 'porcelain figures' that Medea resurrected during the Battle of Azkaban?"

"They...have been hiding ever since and haven't shown their faces again."

Scott said he understood, then told Mr. Grevis to let him know if there were any updates, and then hung up.

Afterward, he collected the ceramic shards from the floor and entered the [Eye of Odin] space.

Once inside the villa, Scott avoided Milton's mother and told Milton what had just happened.

“Thank you, Scott.” Milton looked at him gratefully. “If it weren’t for you…”

Scott had heard enough words of gratitude, so he quickly stopped him and explained the next steps.

"I'll be going to Spain for Christmas. Will you stay here with your mother, or go to Hogwarts?"

Milton considered it for a moment and decided to stay in the alternate dimension.

After confirming this, Scott left the [Eye of Odin] space.

This time when he returned home, he once again chose to use Apparition.

Unlike the last time when he almost messed up, this time, as his mastery of spatial magic deepened, he did not experience any discomfort during the ultra-long-distance apparition.

He spent a happy Christmas with his family.

Scott continued to only tell his father, Michael, about the series of events that were happening in the wizarding world.

Now that his strength has increased and he has more and more assets at his disposal, Michael is much more at ease with him.

In addition, Scott is also considering whether to let his family live in the space of the Eye of Odin.

Although he was very careful every time he came to Spain, he not only concealed his name, but also constantly used his magical senses to detect whether any wizards were tracking him.

But there's always a chance of something going wrong.

Wasn't there once a thief who came to the vicinity of the country manor while tracking [Reis Map]?

Although it might seem like he was paranoid, Scott felt he couldn't be too careful when it involved his family.

Scott shared his thoughts with his father.

But Michael refused.

“Your mother and I can hide, but what about your uncle and aunt, and your cousins, especially the two older ones? They all have their own families and careers.”

Scott had to think of another way.

For the safety of his family, he used almost all of his alchemy skills to the best of his ability, working tirelessly for several days and using some precious materials to create two magical items that even Muggles could use.