The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"So you're from Slytherin?"

Scott's face darkened, and he stared at her with hostility.

"You've come to cause me trouble? Are you perhaps Stirrner's sister?" he asked again.

Travers's face contorted in disgust upon hearing this.

She seemed deeply insulted. "You know perfectly well who I am, you mudblood!"

Scott ignored her question and continued, "You want to avenge your brother against me? Just because of a wizard duel at a school event?"

Upon hearing this, Travers couldn't help but take several deep breaths.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Scott, her gaze seemingly venomous.

"Shut up, you mudblood!"

Parker screamed and pointed at Scott, yelling at him.

“My master is the sole heir of the noble Travers family! He has absolutely no relation to the impoverished Stirrner family!”

Scott's eyes turned cold.

“Travers?” He sneered. “So it was you.”

Before the girl could speak, he continued, "Jacob said you would take revenge on me. I didn't believe it at first, but I never thought you would actually do it."

He sighed.

"You sent your house-elves to my home, intending to threaten me with my family, just like you did with Jacob?"

Travers remained silent, only staring at him with those hateful eyes.

Scott, unfazed, continued, "I remember you left school because you were sick? You should be at St. Mungo's now."

“Sick?” Travers sneered again. “That’s because you used underhanded tactics to ambush us, Morgan and I, and Caitlin!”

What are you saying?

Scott's expression was one of utter astonishment, as if he had heard something utterly unbelievable.

“You want to cause me trouble, Travers.” He shook his head. “But you don’t need to come up with this excuse. It’s not as good as your previous statement, that you didn’t like the way I look at you.”

Travers said impatiently, "Troop, there's no one else here. You don't need to put on this disgusting act of innocence in front of me!"

Scott shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, Travers."

He's not stupid; he won't admit to what he's been doing in secret in any way.

What if the other party manages to record it?

At this point, Travers seemed to have run out of patience.

"It's okay if you don't admit it!"

Her pale face had turned red with anger.

But she tried her best to calm herself down and put on an air of superiority, as if she had everything under control.

"I'm convinced it was you who did it," she said with a sarcastic smile. "You don't need to pretend anymore; you should think about what will happen to you!"

But Scott didn't panic. He calmly asked, "We are all underage wizards. If we use magic here, we will be monitored by the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course, don't worry, Trolop."

Travers said with a smile.

“We, these ancient pure-blood wizard families, possess many things that you Mudbloods cannot even imagine.”

She commanded the house-elf, “Park!”

"Yes, Master!"

Park jumped off the stone block, took out a carved white bone from his pocket, and forcefully plunged it into the ground.

In an instant, Scott sensed a subtle magical fluctuation spreading out from the white bone.

"This is a magical item, and its name is 'Severed Arm Bone'."

Travers said to Scott in a boastful tone.

"Guess what it does, Trolop?"

"It can cut off our traces and the Ministry of Magic's surveillance?" Scott asked, his eyes gleaming.

“You’re right,” Travers said smugly. “It can cut off some contract-based magic within a limited range, including the Trace Thread.”

Scott felt his heart racing.

That's the feeling of being moved.

"Although it can only interrupt the signal for ten minutes, it's enough."

Travers continued.

“Although you defeated Stirner from the seventh grade, you are stronger than I thought. But you have no chance of surviving an attack from me and Parker.”

She raised her wand at Scott, a grotesque smile suddenly spreading across her face.

"Look closely, you're quite handsome, Trollope."

She looked at him with the same eyes one would use to look at a toy.

"It's a pity that the Muggle blood in your body smells too bad."

She spoke each word carefully.

"But it doesn't matter, I will drain your blood and turn you into a perfect ornament to be displayed in my manor."

Scott sighed.

"Little girls these days are really scary."

He reached for his spare wand and asked, as if to confirm, "Are you sure you're really only 11 years old, and not an adult half-elf?"

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Chapter 094 Let them kill themselves

You deserve to die!

Travers' small face was contorted in a grimace.

"Kill him, Palk!" she commanded the house-elf.

A purplish-black light shot out from her wand.

"Severe punishments!"

At the same time, a blue light shot out from Park's withered, branch-like fingers.

"Armor protects the body."

Scott waved his wand, and the Ironclad Charm formed an invisible barrier.

Travers's Transformation Torture Curse and Palk's unknown spell were immediately deflected.

Scott moved swiftly, turned and hid behind a large tree, waving his wand.

"Fumos!"

Thick white smoke billowed continuously from his wand.

Since discovering his own magical perception, the Smoke Curse has become a spell that Scott focuses on practicing.

It combines the ability to block vision with a weak protective effect, making it a spell that is very suitable for Scott to use.

"Crushed to pieces!"

Travers's spell struck the tree, sending splinters flying.

Scott had already left.

By this time, shrouded in a thick white smoke, Travers and Parker outside the woods could no longer see Scott at all.

"Master, don't go in there!"

Scott heard Parker screaming.

"That little mud-seed has a very strong sense of perception!"

“I know!” Travers said coldly, “Expulso!”

A beam of blue light shot into the smoke, blasting a large crater in the snow-covered forest.

"Don't stop the attack!" Travers ordered.

"Yes, Master!"

Different colored spells crisscrossed through the smoke, accompanied by a series of destructive sounds.

Scott was standing behind an oak tree at that moment.

He gripped his wand and used magic to carve an ancient rune on the tree that represented [protection]: Algiz.

Once the runes were inscribed, he decisively swung his wand and struck the oak tree.

The oak tree, which had been motionless, suddenly began to twist.

Its branches split into two strands that intertwined to form hands, and its roots, pulled from the soil, also intertwined to form feet, as it strode heavily toward the edge of the forest.

A transfiguration version of the Oak Guardian?

Scott took a few breaths and looked at his "creation" that he had come up with on a whim. He suddenly felt that he could also pretend to be a druid.

However, the larger the target, the more difficult the transformation spell becomes.

Scott could only use Transfiguration on a medium-sized oak tree at most, and that took a lot of his energy.

He raised his hand and released Rimbaud, then relied on his senses to walk out of the woods.

As he walked, he cast another smoke spell.

At that moment, the sounds of collisions, "bang, bang, bang," rang out from ahead.

That was the sound of a spell striking the "Oak Guardian".