Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 255

Scott has no extra energy to deal with the thief Fletcher for the time being, and he is presupposing in his mind how he should communicate with Medea.

He thought about it for a while, but the resentment in his heart prompted him to think that maybe he could test it out first...

"I'll go back to my room first."

He explained to the few people present, and went directly upstairs to the room where he lived.

After reactivating the [truncated arm bone], Scott took two wands from his pocket.

Putting Fletcher's wand on the table, Scott raised his wand and swiped it in the air.

A series of numbers formed by golden light emerged in the air where the wand tip passed.

Scott's face was calm, the wand slid in the air, and the numbers continued to appear.

He didn't wave his wand again until the air in front of him was full of numbers.

"Rules of arithmetic!"

Afterwards, the series of numbers in the air turned into golden light spots and dissipated, leaving individual numbers behind.

"Digital reveal!" Scott waved his wand again.

The numbers in the air moved.

When the numbers collided with each other, tiny light spots exploded and scattered.

After a while, all the numbers disappeared, and a single [9] emerged from the dot of light and flew towards Scott.

Scott reached out with his left hand and grabbed the figure.

The number [9] exploded in his palm, and the light spots slipped from between his fingers like quicksand.

"It worked." Scott couldn't help but smile.

This time he used arithmetic divination to calculate the number of Katie Shafik's small fireplace.

Thanks to him once sending Rimbaud to spy on this lady.

Although he didn't get any useful information that time, it also gave him the known conditions to use arithmetic divination to calculate the lady.

But strictly speaking, the information he knew was somewhat reluctant to calculate Shafiq's small fireplace number.

Scott's success in this calculation can only be said to be due to luck.

Scott took a deep breath, walked to the desk in front of the window and sat down, and took out the deformed lizard skin bag from his trouser pocket.

Soon, he took the cardboard box containing the small fireplace and floo powder out of the leather bag.

Opening the Floo powder box, Scott scooped up some powder with a spoon, opened the furnace door and poured the Floo powder into the fireplace.

Bang.

A small green flame ignited in the fireplace.

"Number 09." Scott said.

The green flame in the small fireplace danced.

Not long after, a slightly serious female voice came from the fireplace.

"Hi, this is number 09."

Scott glanced at the number engraved on his small fireplace and responded, "Hello, number 37 here."

"Number 37? Ah..." Shafik exclaimed softly, and her voice became much gentler, "Are you Mr. Trollope?"

Scott blinked in surprise at the respectful tone of the other party.

But he wisely chose to say calmly, "It's me, good evening, Miss Shafik."

Shafiq immediately said, "Good evening, may I help you with anything?"

Scott was even more surprised.

But he still suppressed his surprise, and said in a calm tone: "Yes, Miss Shafik, I hope you can tell me the number of the small fireplace of Mr. Bojinbok in Knockturn Lane."

"Bojinbok?" Shafik's tone was a little surprised, "Please wait."

"Okay." Scott responded flatly, fingers unconsciously clasping the surface of the wooden desk.

Soon, Shafik gave the answer, "Ah! I found it! The number of Mr. Bojinbok's small fireplace is 52!"

"Number 52, thank you, Miss Shafik." Scott thanked quickly.

Shafik said gently: "You're welcome, Ms. Slytherin said, if Mr. Trollope contacts me, I must do my best to help you."

Scott raised an eyebrow.

"So, do you know the identity of any number holder?" he asked.

"Yes, I know the real identities of all the owners of the small fireplace numbers, except for Ms. Slytherin, and only I know."

Shafiq said very proudly.

"Because of the convenience of work, I helped Ms. Slytherin build this system together."

"What a remarkable achievement, Miss Shafik..."

After thanking him again, Scott closed the small fireplace door.

He looked up at the moonlight outside the window for a while.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly, which really surprised him.

But obviously, at this moment, he has no time to think about it.

After calming down, Scott opened the door of the small fireplace again and poured in another spoonful of Floo powder.

Bang.

The green flames ignited again.

"Number 52."

The flames started to jump, and Scott took a candy off the table and popped it into his mouth.

After a while, an old male voice came from the fire, "Hello, this is number 52."

"Hello, this is number 37." Scott lowered his voice and said with candy in his mouth, "Good evening, Mr. Bork."

Bock smiled and asked, "Good evening, who are you? Are you a distinguished guest from our store?"

Scott deliberately said with a smile: "No, I am not your guest."

"Aren't you a guest?" Bok asked indifferently, "It's okay, I believe there is a fate between us for business."

Scott laughed again, "That's hard to say, Mr. Bock."

Bok's tone became a little impatient, "What do you want from me? Boy, if you have nothing to do, don't delay my business!"

"Mr. Bock is indeed a well-known businessman in Knockturn Alley." Scottra said in a long tone, "I heard... your recent business has gone to Spain?"

"It's normal. Our business spans the whole of Europe. We even sell valuable commodities from Asia, America and Africa." Bock was not fooled at all, and instead began to brag about his extensive business opportunities.

How could Scott let him pass by? He smiled and said to the small fireplace, "You know that's not what I meant."

Bock's tone changed again.

He asked calmly, "Then what do you mean?"

"You know it yourself," Scott said.

Bok asked fiercely: "So, you also got the news and want to fight with me?"

"No, the map was originally mine, so you'll be able to find me soon." Scott still said slowly.

"Hahahaha..." Bork laughed loudly from the flames in the small fireplace.

After a long time, he said in a cheerful tone: "My guest, are you begging me for mercy?"

"Don't you understand? I remember that the communication between the owners of the small fireplace is anonymous." Scott said flatly, "Think about it, how did I know your fireplace number?"

Bock said hesitantly: "My fireplace number? No, this thing is not completely confidential."

Scott laughed, "You're wrong, except for Ms. Slytherin, there is only one person who knows the identities of all the code representatives."

(End of this chapter)