Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 226 226. The First Trial of the Portkey

The day before the announcement of the end-of-year exam results, Hogwarts Castle was filled with joy and tension.

Students are looking forward to the upcoming summer vacation and dreading the upcoming test results.

In the common room of Ravenclaw, Scott crossed the legs of the wooden horse, holding a book describing humanoid magical creatures, flipping through it one by one.

Aside, Roger and Milton are playing wizard chess.

And Eddie was chattering about his test scores.

"Oh, spare me, Eddie!" Roger couldn't help complaining, "I don't usually see you really caring about your studies."

Eddie couldn't help emphasizing, "I was always in the top of my grade in the end-of-year exams for the first two years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Scott, Roger, and Milton stopped what they were doing.

They turned their heads almost at the same time and looked at Eddie with surprised eyes.

"Oh Merlin's beard! What do you mean?" Eddie yelled angrily.

"It's nothing."

The three who looked at him shook their heads almost at the same time, those who turned their heads were reading books, and those who were playing chess were playing chess.

"Hey!"

Eddie couldn't resist standing up.

"You all know it clearly, why are you so surprised!"

Scott raised his head and thought about it carefully, and answered him seriously, "Maybe it's because your usual impression on us is too deep-rooted?"

"What impression?" Eddie couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

"Hmm..." Scott pretended to be pondering.

"A profiteer?" Roger replied.

Milton continued, "Gossip King?"

Scott nodded in agreement.

"Oh! You three are bastards!"

Eddie knew that the three roommates were teasing him, but he was still so angry.

"Ok."

Scott closed the book in his hand and put it aside, and stood up.

He patted Eddie on the shoulder perfunctorily.

"It's our fault, we will try our best to remember that you are still a good student."

After speaking, he asked his roommates to help him put the book back on the shelf in the college library, and left the common room straight away.

After closing the door of the common room and blocking the noise of Eddie and Roger fighting, Scott walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

He saw a flock of crows flying over the Forbidden Forest, and he turned and trotted down the spiral staircase of the tower.

Through the atrium, around the castle, Scott came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest through the back garden.

He made arrangements in the old place and waited for Rimbaud's arrival.

Rimbaud quickly descended from the sky and stopped in front of him.

Rimbaud said happily: "Scott, three days have passed, I think this thing is ready to use.

Saying so, it lifted the paw holding the glass bottle.

"Thank you, Rimbaud."

Scott reached for the glass bottle, uncapped it, and reached for the snake necklace.

Then, he put away the glass bottle containing the mercury, took out his wand, and used a spell to clean up the remaining mercury on his hands and necklace.

He put the clean necklace in his palm and observed it carefully.

On the surface, nothing has changed with this silver snake necklace.

Under the perception of magic power, Scott can only judge that the magic power contained in the necklace has become more active.

"Rimbaud."

Scott asked Rimbaud as he rewound the necklace around his wrist.

"How long will it take you to fly back to your territory from here?"

Rimbaud seemed to think for a while, and then replied, "If you fly alone, it will only take 20 minutes."

"That's too far away."

Scott nodded.

He knew Rimbaud's amazing flying speed.

After all, Rimbaud is his creation.

"Then you go back first." He told Raven, "In 20 minutes, I will start experimenting with this special portkey."

"no problem!"

Rimbaud excitedly agreed.

It immediately flapped its wings and soared into the sky, quacking a few times.

Immediately, other crows echoed in the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, Rimbaud turned from stillness, passing by like a black shadow in the air, and went away in an instant.

The other crows quickly flew up and followed Rimbaud.

But their flying speed is far from that of Rimbaud.

Soon, Rimbaud had disappeared.

Scott stood up, removed the spells around him, turned around and walked into the Forbidden Forest.

He needs to find a place where no one is around to use the Portkey.

After having single-handedly contributed to Travers' death, he was already able to walk into the forest boldly without worrying about being ambushed by the Yaxley family again.

According to the habit of pure-blood families, they would not take huge risks to attack students near Hogwarts if they could not exchange clear benefits.

Scott walked casually, going deeper and deeper.

The tall trees in the Forbidden Forest blocked the sunlight, and the surrounding environment became darker and darker.

After a while, Scott covered the surrounding area with magic perception and stopped.

He just needs a place where no one can see, there is no need to go too deep.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. After 20 minutes passed, Scott immediately put his magic power into the snake-shaped necklace wrapped around his wrist.

For a moment, Scott only felt that the world was spinning, and the blurred scenery quickly disappeared.

He felt as if a hook had caught his navel, pulling him across a great distance in a very short time.

This is a hundred times more exciting than roller coaster and bungee jumping!
Scott thought a little bitterly.

However, before he came back to his senses, he was thrown heavily on the ground, lying in a pile of thick rotten leaves.

Scott only felt weak all over, and a little unable to use his strength.

"You're really here, Scott!"

Rimbaud's excited voice came from above his head.

"Are you ok?"

Scott slowly got up and vomited a few times.

He took out his wand and cleaned his robe with a spell, and then began to observe the surrounding environment.

"Rimbaud..."

He looked up to the top of his head, his eyes widened in surprise for a moment.

This is a huge oak tree.

More majestic than any oak Scott had ever seen.

But that's not what surprised Scott.

What really surprised him was the crow sitting on the branch.

Too much.

Countless pitch-black crows crowded and stood all over the branches of the entire tree.

Countless pairs of glasses looked down at Scott, making his scalp tingle for a moment.

"Are you all right, Scott?"

Standing on the branch closest to Scott, Rimbaud, whose feathers were particularly beautiful against the backdrop of other crows, tilted his head.

"I'm very good."

Scott came back to himself.

"Is this your territory?"

He turned around.

He found that there were tall oak trees all around him, not as majestic as the one he had first seen, but still amazing.

And these oak trees are covered with dense bird's nests.

(End of this chapter)