The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“You’ve won, heir to the Travers family…”

"If it weren't for carelessness..."

"...Domestic elves are definitely not to be trusted..."

She kept muttering to herself, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Why aren't you saying anything... Trollope..."

"...Why don't you show off? Why don't you mock me..."

"Just tell me... that you killed me..."

"You won again..."

She suddenly laughed miserably.

Blood flowed from her mouth, staining her teeth red.

Watching an 11-year-old girl, whose body was reduced to half its original size, struggle on the verge of death deeply shocked Scott.

In both his past and present lives, he had never faced such a scene.

But he forced himself to keep his eyes glued to the screen.

He wanted to watch Jasmine Travers die.

He wanted to remember this world as a fairy tale.

Becoming a wizard in this world means he will experience more cruel aspects of life that he never encountered before.

At this moment, Travers, who was smiling, seemed to have given up the struggle.

“You’re very cautious… Trollope.”

Her voice was now almost a whisper.

"Let me tell you..."

But Scott still did not choose to step forward.

He sent Rimbaud to Travers' side as a "transfer station" to relay her whispers to his ears.

"...The Travers family possesses a magical item used to curse enemies."

"It will inflict a vicious curse on anyone who kills Travers..."

"I was killed by Palk's Apparition..."

"...But...if you say it yourself, that you killed me...I can make the curse come true on you..."

"Unfortunately... you're too cautious..."

Upon hearing this, Scott couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Sure enough, whether you're a hero, a villain, or just a passerby, you might die from talking too much!

"...Are you curious...why I told you...this...?"

"...This is a secret hidden by the pure-blood families..."

"No one knows what cards the other side might have up their sleeve..."

"Remember...purebreds are not so easily defeated..."

“You’re not like a wizard like Dumbledore…you’re more selfish…you have no bottom line…”

"You can let me die without any hesitation..."

“You’re an arrogant guy…a guy like you…who happens to be a Mudblood…one day you’ll be fighting with other pureblood families…”

She raised her voice again and let out two more strange laughs.

"...Since the Travers family has no future, no one else should expect to have an easy time either..."

She lowered her head and remained completely still.

Scott waved, letting Rimbaud fly back onto his shoulder, and turned to walk in the other direction.

Avada Kedavra!

A dazzling green light attacked him from behind.

Scott rolled in the snow, narrowly escaping the death curse.

He stood up, brushed the snow off his clothes, and looked at Travers, whose eyes were wide open and who died with his head still open.

"Trying to ambush me?" he couldn't help but mutter to himself. "Trying to turn the tables with a sliver of health? I'm on my guard against that."

His magical senses never left the girl and the house-elf.

Scott stood still until the house-elf had completely died before he finally began to act.

He wanted to rearrange the scene and remove all traces of the battle.

He wanted everyone who saw Travers and Park's bodies to assume they had died from an unsuccessful Apparition.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the magical world.

Scott walked to Travers's body and looked down at the wand in her hand.

After thinking for a moment, he bent down, pinched her arm holding the wand with his gloved hand, and turned it so that the tip of her wand was pointing at Palk.

In this way, the final death curse can be justified.

After finishing this, Scott straightened up.

He first sent the "Oak Guardian" back to where it originally grew, then used a restoration spell to undo the transformation, turning it back into an oak tree.

Then he began to use restoration spells to restore the damaged land and rocks in the forest, and growth spells to make the injured plants flourish again.

During this time, he made a special trip to the edge of the woods and dug out the magical item that Palk had stuck into the ground—"the severed arm bone".

But he didn't have time to look at it more closely; instead, he put it into the shape-shifting lizard skin bag first.

Then, he pulled a brand-new-looking flying broom from his leather bag.

Of course he has a flying broom.

Why wouldn't he carry such a useful getaway tool with him at all times?

However, no one knows that he possesses it yet.

Scott mounted his flying broom and flew low, using a branch to sweep away all his footprints on the snow.

Finally, he used magic to bring snow from elsewhere. Still riding on his flying broomstick, he evenly sprinkled a layer of snow over the forest and the surrounding area.

Then he flew a little higher.

Looking at the scene he had tidied up, he nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, Scott hovered in mid-air and pulled a piece of ebony from his pocket.

He took out his wand and used his magic to carve an ancient magical script on the ebony wood.

That is Pertho, which represents [magic].

He infused his magic into the runes, and the wooden block immediately trembled slightly.

Scott gripped the trembling block of wood in one hand and, guided by his magical perception, slowly flew around the forest a few times.

The remaining magic power belonging to him at the scene was absorbed by the magic runes and disappeared completely.

He flew over the river at top speed and threw the now extremely unstable runewood block into the water.

A muffled explosion rang out, and the splashing water completely washed away the wood chips.

After doing all this, Scott carefully reviewed his actions again, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he had not missed anything.

He flew a distance on his flying broomstick before landing. He put the broomstick back into his leather bag and headed back towards the town center.

……

Chapter 096 From Maidstone to Hastings

As Scott walked, he pulled a bottle of potion from the leather pouch at his waist and drank it.

Then, his body elongated as he walked, and the features on his face were reshaped as if they were being stretched and reshaped like clay.

"Tsk."

After transforming, Scott remarked on the nauseatingly bad taste of Polyjuice Potion and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva.

He put the glass bottle back into his leather bag, then took off his dark blue down jacket and put it away as he walked, before taking out a black cashmere coat and putting it on.

After that, he had Rimbaud fly with him in the air while he took out a mirror and looked at himself.

Looking at his unfamiliar face in the mirror, Scott smiled with satisfaction.

He arrived at the edge of the town and found a phone booth on the street, then went inside.

He took a coin out of his pocket, dropped it into the phone, and dialed a familiar number.

"Beep...beep..."

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello, this is Trolop Antique Shop."

Scott spoke up, "Mike, it's me, Scott."

"Scott? Why aren't you home yet? What's wrong with your voice?" the man on the other end of the phone asked in surprise.

“The sound was obviously manipulated, you know,” Scott said softly. “Listen, Mike, I need your help.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure to do that, son,” Michael Trollope said with a smile.

Scott continued in a low voice, “I know you have connections, Mike. Find someone who won’t get caught to call the police and media in Maidstone and say that a little girl and the alien’s body were found in the woods southwest of All Saints’ Church.”

"What?" Michael asked dramatically on the other end of the phone, "Are you kidding me? Who the hell are you?"

"..."

Failed.

Scott moved the microphone further away.