Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 212 212. The Plan to Begin Execution
When a secret is told, it is no longer a secret.

Little Malfoy proudly told his rival Harry about this, to show his well-informed.

Their quarrel would of course be heard by the surrounding Gryffindors.

As a result, the end-of-year exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts class would include a duel, and the topic quickly spread among the students.

The Gryffindors were very excited about this, and they not only started a lively discussion themselves, but also spread the news to the long tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in a very short time.

Scott heard Gryffindor students loudly proposing that the written exam should be canceled in this class, and the grades obtained in duels should prevail.

His proposal was met with loud approval from the Gryffindors.

However, such news is not good news for part Ravenclaw and part Hufflepuff.

In these two academies, there are students who are not good at fighting, and even avoid fighting.

Duels tied to end-of-year exam grades?

Such news is like a bolt from the blue to them.

Scott looked at the three roommates, "The content of this exam should not be too difficult for the few people in our dormitory."

Roger nodded, and he patted Milton on the shoulder, "Milton has improved a lot. Although he can't get a high score in duel, it's not bad."

Scott also said to Milton: "Duel is just one item of a class, plus the exams of other items, you should be able to do well in this class."

"Yeah, you've always done well on your written tests, Milton," Eddie said.

"puff……"

Milton burst out laughing.

He looked up at a few people, and smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Thank you, but I also believe that my grades in this class will not be too bad."

Until this time, Scott and the three of them came back to their senses.

correct……

Milton has changed...

He will not be as sensitive and timid as before, and the three of them will not have to rack their brains to cheer him up before the exam as before.

For a moment, Scott and the three of them also laughed.

On Sunday, Scott held a half-day class in Helena's study in the Response Room.

After lunch, he came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest again.

As usual, Scott sat under the tree with a book in his hand. Not long after, Rimbaud also fell from the sky as usual and stopped in front of Scott.

"Good afternoon, my friend."

Scott reached out and stroked its smooth feathers.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Rimbaud rubbed his beak against Scott's hand.

"Is there anything you need to tell me?" Scott asked.

Rimbaud opened his mouth and said, "Elija Caro and Caitlin Rolle will go to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic after the summer vacation."

Scott nodded.

Rimbaud added: "I have sent some crows to Northern Europe, where they will know the local crows... Of course, there are also owls. In short, Durmstrang's position will be found one day."

"There is no rush on this matter." Scott said, "Maybe... we can also find a breakthrough from Elijah Caro and Kaitlyn Rolle, first figure out their route to Durmstrang."

"No problem." Rimbaud nodded, "I will arrange it."

Scott stroked its feathers one after another, "Go on, is there any movement in the Yaxley family?"

In Scott's mind, the Yaxley family, who coveted the property of the Travers family and wanted to use Scott's life as a bargaining chip, was his most vigilant enemy in the magic world.

"There is no movement." Rimbaud replied, "Their family members are all being targeted by my crows, and no abnormalities have been found for the time being."

"yes……"

Scott fell silent.

He wouldn't believe that the Yaxleys were really honest.

He would rather believe that they were just dormant for the time being, preparing, waiting for the right moment.

He knew very well that although crows could help monitor the enemy and obtain information, they were not omnipotent.

They can't monitor or understand many things.

After all, humans are much more cunning than crows.

However, Scott is not one to sit still.

The time is approaching June, and it's time.

"Is there any movement over there in Azkaban?" he asked Rimbaud.

Rimbaud shook his head again, "The people there are either already crazy or on the verge of going crazy. Of course, Travers, whom you paid special attention to, has already gone completely crazy!"

Scott lowered his eyes.

"Do it." He ordered softly, "You go there yourself and use what I gave you. I hope Travers dies as soon as possible."

"Are you going to kill him?" Rimbaud patted his wings, "I know, I'll do it."

"Of course." Scott looked at it and laughed, "Of course I believe you, Rimbaud."

Afterwards, Scott stood up and watched Rimbaud flutter his wings and fly away.

As long as the last Travers in Azkaban dies, the property of the Travers family becomes unowned.

With the urine of the Ministry of Magic and the virtues of the pure-blood families, they would probably pounce on them like a pack of hyenas smelling blood, and eat up what Travers left behind.

At that time, the Yaxley family, which only had the verbal promise of Travers, would not have the trouble of coming to Scott leisurely.

Such a move was planned by Scott long ago.

Just to be on the safe side, he deliberately waited until this time period to execute the plan.

He had a hunch that this battle for Travers' property would be lively and attract the attention of most people in the magic world.

Meanwhile, summer break at Hogwarts is fast approaching, and Scott has something to do with it.

Thinking about his own arrangement, Scott walked through the back garden of the school and on the path leading to the castle.

Suddenly, the deformed lizard skin bag on his waist began to shake violently.

He quickly squeezed the opening of the leather bag, turned around and walked quickly back to the forbidden forest.

This time he even walked into the Forbidden Forest, sat directly behind a bush, quickly took out his wand and cast a spell, and arranged a small hidden and soundproof venue.

When he let go of the hand holding the leather bag, the opening of the leather bag opened automatically.

Immediately afterwards, a small and exquisite fireplace toy flew out of it and landed on the ground in front of Scott.

A faint green flame was burning in the palm-sized fireplace.

"Good afternoon, Scott."

Medea's smiling voice came from it.

"Good afternoon, you can forcefully contact me, Medea." Scott tried to calm his tone, but still revealed some of his dissatisfaction.

"Ah……"

Medea chuckled again.

"I'm sure you're capable of handling emergencies like this, boy."

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