Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 256
Bock was stunned for a moment, and his voice became even deeper, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"You don't have to worry about this map, Mr. Bork." Scott said in a cold tone, "It will belong to Ms. Slytherin."

"……certainly."

The tone of Bork's speech changed instantly.

He said flatteringly: "There is no doubt about it. I was looking for that map to dedicate it to the respected Ms. Slytherin!"

Of course, Scott would not naively think that these few words could bluff Boginbock.

But he was also relieved at this time, because he had already determined that Bojinbok's action was not Medea's instigation.

And Boginbock's so-called "finding that map is dedicated to Ms. Slytherin" is a joke.

That being the case, there is still room for manipulation in this matter.

Scott continued to say in a cold tone: "You know what you think best, Mr. Bork. I suggest that you take back all the hands that are too long, otherwise the arm will be severed and it will be very painful. of."

Listening to the heavy breathing coming from the flames in the small fireplace, he continued: "Of course, extending the arms too long will also make it easy for people to find their way to the lair."

"I'll check with Ms. Slytherin on this," gasped Bock, who seemed quite annoyed.

"Of course." Scott said deliberately in a nonchalant tone, "If you have the guts, I will be very impressed with you."

"you……"

Bock took a few more breaths.

But he is still a businessman after all, and although he is pissed off, he can quickly become smooth again.

His tone quickly turned respectful, "My distinguished guest, it seems that your purpose is not as simple as stopping my action."

Scott smiled slightly, and continued to create an image of himself as confident, "Mr. Bork, if you behaved kindly, of course I wouldn't specifically mention what you have done recently in front of Ms. Slytherin."

In order to further win the trust of Bojinbok, Scott began to rip off.

Bock understood him at once, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! Of course! Most English wizards know that Borgin Bock is the friendliest old man in Knockturn Alley, and he never skimps on his kindness."

Scott smiled and said, "That would be great, I will visit you in the near future, Mr. Bork."

"Welcome, I will welcome you with my kindness, distinguished guest." Bojinbok said in an expectant tone.

"Good-bye, then, Mr. Burke," said Scott.

Bork said: "Goodbye, I look forward to the day when you come to visit me."

Scott held out his fingers and closed the door of the small fireplace.

He put the little fireplace and the box of Floo powder into a cardboard box, and he put the cardboard box into a shapeshifting lizard pouch.

After doing this, he spit out the candy in his mouth, stood up and walked to the balcony, looked up at the moon in the sky, and let out a long breath.

After the call just now, Bojin Boke has been temporarily stabilized by him.

But that didn't scare the dark wizard for too long.

If he hadn't actually paid a visit recently, Bock would know that "Number 37" was just deceiving him.

And if Scott wants to keep the map of Lace, what he has to do is to try to find a way to completely eliminate him while Bock is still afraid.

If it can't be solved, it's not too late to hand over the map to Medea.

Of course, the premise is that Medea doesn't know about it.

Scott was lost in thought.

First, Shafiq will definitely report to Medea about Scott's call with her.

But Scott only asked Shafik about Bock's fireplace number, and did not disclose other information.

Secondly, Scott is sure that Bork will not ask Medea to confirm this matter for the time being.

the reason is simple--

Once Bork asks Medea for confirmation, it means that the map of Reis really has nothing to do with him.

And Bok only needs to wait a few days, and once he confirms that what "No. 37" said is a lie, he can start to snatch it again.

Tuk, Tuk Tuk.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Scott looked back at the door of the room, and Emilia pushed the door and walked in.

"Scott."

Emilia walked to the balcony and looked at Scott with concern, "Are you okay, son."

Scott smiled. "I'm fine, Mom."

"You don't look very good." Emilia raised her hand and pinched Scott's face, "You have an ugly smile."

"Well, I'm really in a bad mood." Scott sat on the chair.

Emilia sat down on another chair, "You don't have to be like this, my dear, we don't need to care about things that are destined not to be kept."

Scott nodded casually, "So can I have a look at that map now, dear mother."

He put his hand on the small round table, "Before sending it out."

"Of course, of course you can watch." Emilia nodded.

"Mike!"

She yelled towards the balcony next door.

"I'll be right over, honey." Michael replied.

Soon, he walked into Scott's room with a lady's bag, and handed the bag to Emilia.

"The map is in this bag?" Scott looked at the old bag in Emilia's hand with some surprise.

He remembered that Emilia had had this bag for as long as he could remember, and still carried it often.

"Yes." Emilia touched the bag in her hand, showing nostalgic expression, "This bag is also a gift from my grandfather."

After speaking, she opened the bag, took out a small knife from the bag, and cut the skin of the backpack decisively.

"Yes, that map is hidden in the interlayer of the skin of this backpack."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of yellowed parchment from the interlayer.

"To be honest, Caleb and I both saw this map when we were young, and we didn't think there was anything magical about it."

She handed Scott the parchment in her hand.

Scott took the parchment and spread it out on the table.

This map shows the topography of North and South America, West Africa, and Antarctica.

It is exactly the same as the rubbing copy of the Lace map that Scott once saw.

"It seems quite ordinary."

Scott touched the parchment with his hand, but didn't feel anything unusual.

He tried to output some magic power again, but the lines and patterns drawn on the map did not move.

"If what great-grandfather said is true, then this map may need a secret order to show its true colors." Scott said.

"My grandfather spent the rest of his life studying this map, but he never made it move again." Emilia said indifferently, "Maybe it was just an illusion."

"Maybe the magic of this map is that someone drew a map of Antarctica in 1513?" Michael also took a closer look.

"But it also shows the interior of Antarctica... the mountains, the peaks, the rivers and the coast, and it's all under the snow and ice," Emilia said.

Michael said: "Although it is generally believed that humans did not discover Antarctica until 1820, it would make sense if wizards discovered Antarctica a long time ago, before it was covered by ice and snow."

(End of this chapter)