Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 101

The two Aurors were arguing in front of them, which Scott never expected.

The young Auror named Williamson began to openly challenge the senior Shacklebolt because he had a relationship with the Minister of Magic Fudge.

Although he looked a little harsh, but he didn't give Shaker any face in his words and actions.

It seems that the relationship between the factions within the Ministry of Magic is more than just "discord".

"Gentlemen." Professor Flitwick reminded displeasedly, "You should not quarrel here, but should agree as soon as possible to reach a conclusion for this inquiry."

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick."

Shaker took a deep breath, calmed down and sat down.

Williamson was stunned for a moment, probably because he felt a little embarrassed arguing in front of Muggles, so he also sat down resentfully.

"Sorry, Mr. Trollope." Shacklebolt looked at Scott again, "Please give us your wand for inspection."

When Scott heard this, he was a little hesitant.

Shacklebolt said softly, "Don't worry, it's just a routine inspection. Professor Flitwick is also here."

Professor Flitwick also nodded to Scott.

"Yes, Mr. Shacklebolt."

Scott reluctantly took out his wand from his coat pocket and handed it to Shacklebolt.

"Ebony?"

Shacklebolt took his wand in his hand and looked at it.

"Yes, of ebony and dragon's nerve, twelve and a quarter inches long," said Scott.

Williamson looked at the parchment in his hand again, and nodded casually, "It matches the information."

At this moment, Shacklebolt took out his own wand, and put the two wand tips together.

"Flash back to the previous curse!"

As the magic power fluctuated violently, the spell that Scott had cast with his wand immediately appeared in Shaker's hand in the form of phantom.

"Transformation spell, transformation spell, transformation spell..."

Williamson shrugged.

"Obviously, they are all just some basic transformation spells."

Scott explained to Professor Flitwick with some embarrassment, "I used the Transfiguration spell to make some Christmas presents before the holidays."

"Oh! Present, I haven't had time to open the present this morning." Professor Flitwick said with some regret.

Scott also looked at the pile of fully wrapped presents under the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.

Professor Flitwick also glanced under the Christmas tree, and said to Scott with a smile, "I hope you like the present I prepared for you."

"Of course." Scott nodded, "You are always discerning."

Professor Flitwick smiled.

Just then, Shacklebolt's inspection was over, and he returned his wand to Scott.

"There's nothing wrong with the inspection of the wand," he said.

"Of course not. I've already said that."

Williamson couldn't help but say.

"This kid is still underage. If he used magic outside of school, the Division for Prohibiting Misuse of Magic would have sent him a warning letter."

He looked at the house a little arrogantly.

"As he himself said, he is a young Muggle-born wizard, and he can't handle Zongsi's monitoring."

"Of course I know that, Williamson," Shacklebolt said. "It's your work ethic that pisses me off."

"Well, I apologize to you, Kingsley."

Williamson said without sincerity.

"I just don't think we should be wasting our time here."

He looked anxious.

"Other of our colleagues may have found more important leads or contributed more to quelling this event."

Scott could see clearly that the young Auror seemed eager to do something good.

But out of the arrogance of a pure-blood wizard, he obviously thought that he would not get any useful clues from a young Muggle-born wizard like Scott.

"Regardless of what she's been through, the girl clearly died of dismemberment, and Maidstone, where she died, didn't even show signs of a fight."

He started chattering to persuade Shaker.

"If you want me to say, maybe she met an invincible opponent, and an accident happened in the process of escaping."

He looks back at Scott, with an obviously fake apology on his face.

"Sorry, hope you don't mind me saying this, you obviously can't beat that girl and a house-elf combo, can you?"

Scott shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know the fighting abilities of house elves."

"Of course you don't know."

Williamson said this as a matter of course, and then turned to look at Shaker.

"You should be very clear, Kingsley. House-elves and other sneaky things are not very powerful, but they may be very suitable for sneak attacks."

Shaker also turned to look at him, without speaking.

Williamson continued to persuade: "Now that the wand has been checked, we really shouldn't waste time here. There are still many things waiting for us to work on."

Shaker nodded, seemingly convinced by him.

"Then let's do it first."

He stood up and said to Scott again: "This matter is over for you, but... if I find new clues about you later, I will come to you again."

After speaking, he disapparated and disappeared without waiting for Scott to respond.

"Kingsley!"

Williamson stood up too.

"I'm sorry, he's just so hot."

He smiled apologetically at Professor Flitwick, and followed the Disapparation away.

Good man!
Scott is very grateful to Williamson in his heart, this is really a rare good man.

But he still had an out-of-the-ordinary expression on his surface.

"Is it all right, Professor?" he asked Professor Flitwick.

"It's all right." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "This is just a routine inquiry."

He smiled reassuringly at Michael and Emilia who were sitting on the other side.

"Please rest assured that the Ministry of Magic will investigate this matter, and Hogwarts will protect innocent students."

Afterwards, he rejected Michael and Emilia's warm invitation to breakfast and left the Trollopes as well.

When Professor Flitwick left, Emilia, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly turned cold.

"You two..." Her eyes moved between the father and the son, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Scott looked at Michael upon hearing this.

But Michael gave him a self-seeking look and then began to bow his head and pretend to read the newspaper.

"No, mother."

Scott said obediently.

"I have nothing to hide from you."

"is it?"

Emilia stared into his eyes and asked.

"Ah."

Scott nodded repeatedly.

Emilia stared at him for several seconds before looking away.

"Okay." She relaxed and leaned on the sofa, "Smart women don't overly explore a man's secrets."

Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

"But what's the matter with that girl? I heard that she's only in the first grade? Has the 11-year-old girl brought her servants out to trouble her classmates?"

Emilia said again.

"You know, I was playing with dolls when I was 11!"

"Yes, you only started touching guns when you were 12 years old." Michael muttered under his breath.

Scott wanted to say that the other party was not just looking for trouble with him, but wanted to kill him.

But he refrained from speaking.

But he could also imagine that Travers, as a child who was educated by eccentric magical portraits and raised by house elves, was normal.

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