Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 260
"Of course, I'd be happy to help, my friend," said Rimbaud. "What do you need them for?"

Scott sat at the small desk and pushed open the window of the cabin.

He reached out and touched Rimbaud's wings, "Go to Knockturn Alley to monitor Bojinbok, the owner of Bojinbok's shop, I want him to die quietly."

"My friend, crows can't read words, and don't know boginbok. How can they find the target? So I have to go too."

Rimbaud raised his head proudly.

"Besides, if you want to kill someone, I'm afraid I have to do it myself."

"Of course, it's none other than you." Scott said with a smile, "but I think we can let the crows spy on him first, find out his habits, and then look for opportunities to attack secretly."

Rimbaud nodded in agreement, "After all, he is different from those weak lunatics in Azkaban. If I want to kill a normal wizard, it is still very difficult."

"So we have to be careful," Scott said.

He took some copper Knuts out of his leather pouch. "And I need the crow to buy me a daily copy of the Daily Prophet."

"It's all right!" Rimbaud jumped onto the window sill and shouted loudly a few times.

Soon, a group of crows flew from the nearby oak tree.

"I'll take them to Boginbok first and then come back."

Rimbaud stretched out his claws and grabbed a copper Knut and flew out of the cabin, and flew into the distance with the crows.

Scott watched the crows go away until they disappeared into black dots.

He took the [truncated arm bone] out of his pocket, poured more mana into it, and placed it on the table.

Then he took off his sneakers and lay down on the bed.

"Instead of waiting idly, it's better to sleep first." Scott muttered, and soon fell into a dream.

At noon, Rimbaud came back with that day's "Daily Prophet" and woke Scott up.

"Thank you, Rimbaud."

Scott sat back on the soft pillow, took the newspaper and unfolded it.

When he saw some overly lively pages in the newspaper, his spirit was lifted and his drowsiness disappeared.

"Shock everyone! The old case was retried 12 years ago, and Barty Crouch made a major mistake! "

Pictured - Barty Crouch driving away the camera impatiently.

"The false "hero" Peter reveals his true colors, and the last heir of the Black family is wronged! "

Featured image - unkempt Blake punching Peter Pettigrew in the face.

"Blake embraces and weeps with famous godson, and the boy who survived finds his father's love!" "

Pictured - Blake and Harry embrace each other affectionately, while turning their heads to glare at the camera.

"Watching in 12 Years of Darkness Finally Sees the Light, Blake Thanked the Ministry of Magic for the Fair Judgment with Tears! "

With the picture - Blake grinned at the camera angrily.

Scott found that most of the editions of the newspaper in his hands were given to the retrial and sentencing of Blake's old case.

These reports either hit the reputation of Minister Fudge's political opponent Crouch, or praised the Ministry of Magic that Fudge now leads, but none of the photos fit the headlines.

Scott looked at the pictures, especially the one of Harry, and laughed for a while.

It appears that Dumbledore did what he wanted to do.

Sirius Black, who had been imprisoned in Azkaban without trial, was freed, while Peter Pettigrew, the real murderer, was imprisoned.

And Harry, who was supposed to be spending the summer vacation at his aunt's house, was brought to the scene by Dumbledore.

After reading the newspaper, Scott also settled his mind.

He thought for a while, and took out his cell phone from his pocket to check. There was no signal deep in the forest.

He knew that in order not to worry his family, he had to call back to report his safety.

So he turned to Rimbaud and asked, "My friend, can you take me to the nearest town to this forest? I need to make a call."

"No problem." Rimbaud readily agreed.

Just like the last time he left here, Scott covered his eyes with cloth strips, cast a bubble head spell on himself, and let the enlarged Rimbaud fly him at the fastest speed.

After a long and swift journey, they landed in a forest on the edge of a small town.

After Scott made Rimbaud smaller, in order not to attract attention, he left it in the forest and walked into the town alone.

This is a quiet town surrounded by mountains and rivers. Scott saw the name of the town from the sign, Callender.

Scott put on the hood of the hoodie and walked slowly into the streets of the town.

In such a small town, most of the residents knew each other. Although Scott tried to keep a low profile, his arrival still attracted the curious eyes of many residents.

Scott could only put on a nonchalant attitude.

He walked down the street with no one else's pace, and finally found a phone booth.

He went into the phone booth, closed the door, took out his coin and started calling his great-grandfather's estate.

The phone rang once and was picked up.

"Scott! Is it Scott?"

Hearing Emilia's anxious voice on the other end of the phone, Scott quickly replied with a smile, "It's me, Mom."

"Oh son, I'm worried to death, your phone keeps disconnecting!" Emilia said.

Scott said helplessly, "Sorry, there is no mobile signal here."

Emilia couldn't wait to ask again, "Have you decided, how long will you stay there?"

Scott can only guarantee that he will go to Madrid again before his birthday and spend the entire summer vacation there.

Emilia couldn't help but told him a lot of words, Scott responded one by one, and comforted her for a while before ending the call.

Hanging up the phone, Scott stepped out of the phone booth.

He walked out of the town and entered the forest outside the town under the curious eyes of the town residents.

When he left, he had to cast a disillusionment spell on both himself and Rimbaud.

Otherwise, the picture of him riding a huge crow soaring into the sky might make it to the newspapers.

After returning to the crow's territory, Scott and Rimbaud discussed another matter.

He wondered what was going on with the fight over the Travers family's remaining fortune.

"Just as you expected."

Rimbaud told him without interest.

"Now, there are 3 pure-blood families who have been married to the Travers family. Each has elected a child, and they all have Travers' blood."

Scott asked curiously: "How do they decide who is the winner?"

Rimbaud became more active when talking about this topic, "The three families intend to conduct an ancient competition to decide who is most qualified to inherit Travers' surname. Of course, under the witness of other pure-blood families .”

"It's really interesting." Scott smiled, "I hope they can do what I want, and make more extra tricks to confuse the water."

Otherwise, how could he find a chance to seek revenge on the Yaxley family?
(End of this chapter)