The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He didn't want to listen to the father and son discussing their romantic escapades in the car.

When the car arrived at Charing Cross station, Scott couldn't wait to say goodbye to Davis and his son, then got out and went into the station.

Once inside the station, the black raven on his shoulder attracted a lot of attention.

Scott kept Rimbaud motionless, making him appear as a lifelike toy.

Instead of rushing to the ticket hall to buy a ticket, he first went to the restroom.

Inside the cubicle, Scott pulled a wand from a deformed lizard skin bag tied to the lining of his down jacket.

Although both the wand and his own appeared black, they were much older.

This is clearly a second-hand wand, and Scott's spare wand.

The spare wand was there so that he could do some little things he didn't want to be noticed.

As for the origin of this magic wand...

At Hogwarts, there are always some students from impoverished wizarding families who don't mind stealing a relic from a deceased elder in exchange for Galleons.

This wand, made of ebony and dragon heartstrings, is not much different from Scott's wand (ebony and dragon heartstrings).

He had Eddie act as an intermediary and bought it from a Slytherin student last school year.

Of course, the wand changed hands several times during the transaction, and the seller didn't know who the wand was actually sold to.

Scott concealed the wand in his sleeve and, after leaving the restroom, casually strolled around the station.

The station is very crowded.

Scott easily detected the presence of the other wizards using his magical senses.

He deliberately walked past a wizard leaning against a pillar with a signboard, and grasped his wand behind the pillar.

"Super perception".

He murmured softly, using his oversized down jacket to conceal himself, as his wand traced an arc in his hand and touched himself.

With the enhancement of the Extrasensory Charm, his already extensive magical perception became even more acute.

Then he put the wand back into his sleeve and left.

Scott couldn't help but feel even more resentful of the rule that "minors are not allowed to use magic outside of school."

His actions just now were, of course, to use the presence of an adult wizard to escape the Ministry of Magic's subtle surveillance—

When there is more than one wizard in the vicinity, the spell cannot accurately determine who used the magic.

Therefore, in Scott's view, this regulation is basically only aimed at Muggle-born wizards.

Scott continued walking inside the station.

But even with the help of the extrasensory spell, he still didn't sense anything unusual.

Inside the station, he could still only sense the two wizards mixed among the Muggles that he had initially identified.

He casually circled around again, basically concluding that they weren't after him.

But he did not jump to conclusions.

He then went to the ticket hall and started queuing to buy tickets.

The seemingly normal queue for tickets actually revealed a lack of vigilance.

Not long after, he stood at the ticket window.

"Hello, where do you need a ticket to?" the ticket seller asked.

"Hello, I need a ticket to get there as quickly as possible..."

Scott suddenly stopped talking.

Just as he was about to reveal his destination, he finally sensed a slight fluctuation of magical energy suddenly appearing not far from him.

It is a house-elf.

"Hello?" the ticket seller urged.

Scott pretended to look for something in his pocket.

"Hello, one ticket for the fastest train to Maidstone, thank you." He handed his documents and banknotes through the window.

It seems he can't go straight back to Hastings.

Scott calmly took the ticket and documents, then turned and walked towards the platform.

In his magical perception, the magical fluctuation always followed him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

……

Chapter 093 The Standoff in Maidstone

More than an hour later, Scott got off the train in Maidstone.

He walked through several streets of the town and came to the Medve River, which runs through the town.

After passing the Archbishop's Palace and the All Saints' Church that stand on the riverbank, Scott slowly walked along the river to a secluded spot.

The snow has stopped.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the town.

Finally, he walked into a forest and left a trail of footprints in the snow where no one had been before.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and spoke to the air, "Aren't you coming out? Once you get here, although your voice and form can be hidden with magic, your footprints can't be hidden."

"what!"

With a scream, a house-elf that looked rather old appeared.

It crouched on a stone pier outside the woods.

"You found me! You actually found me!" It grabbed its two big ears tightly.

“So…” it widened its round eyes, and pointed tremblingly at Scott with its withered, twig-like fingers, “This…this isn’t your home either!”

"This is certainly not my home, and Muggles don't like living in such remote woods."

Scott smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Besides, I won't bring anything with ill intentions back to my home."

"what!"

The house-elf grabbed its own ear and screamed loudly again.

"It's failed! The mission Master gave Palk has failed!"

He knelt on the stone block, desperately pulling at his ears with both hands.

"I'm sorry, Master! Park couldn't find the little mud-blood's home!"

It screamed hysterically, pulling out all the white fur from its ears.

"Owner!"

It gave Scott a vicious look, snapped its fingers, and with a loud bang, vanished from Scott's sight in an instant.

Scott stood still.

Two seconds later, another explosion rang out.

The house-elf who called himself Palk appeared in the same spot, pulling a girl with him.

Scott squinted at the girl.

She was completely wrapped in a black robe, with a wide hood covering most of her face, revealing only her bloodless lips, thin chin, and a few strands of golden hair.

The girl had lost a lot of weight, but Scott recognized her magic—

Jasmine Travers.

"Who are you?" Scott asked, feigning confusion. "Is this your house-elf? Why was it following me?"

"Humph."

The girl snorted and forcefully pulled her hand out of Park's grasp.

Then, she took off the black cashmere glove on her hand and threw it hard on the ground.

Park immediately lowered his head, his big ears twitched, and he shrank back in fear.

"Stop pretending, Trolop."

The girl reached up and grabbed her hood.

Scott noticed that she was wearing a glove on that hand.

“I know you,” she said. “You must know who I am!”

After she finished speaking, she lifted her hood.

Scott couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

This time he wasn't pretending; he was genuinely surprised.

The girl's appearance is indeed completely different from before.

Regardless of his personality, Travers in the past was at least extremely handsome.

but now……

Although her facial features have not changed.

But her sunken cheeks, dry and frizzy hair, and the barely concealed ferocity in her eyes and brows... had utterly ruined her beauty.

“Miss…” Scott shook his head, “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.”

As he spoke, he looked at her a few more times and asked, "Are you also a student at Hogwarts?"

"very good!"

Travers suddenly let out a sharp laugh.

"You're good, Trollope! You damn Mudblood!"