Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 261

That night, Scott simply ate some biscuits for dinner.

Rimbaud said, "You should buy some food in that town."

Scott shrugged. "I forgot."

"Where is the thief?" Rimbaud asked. "Aren't you afraid that he will starve to death?"

Scott said indifferently: "The wizard is not so easy to starve to death. If you are worried, you can ask the crow to feed him some worms."

After eating the biscuits, he climbed onto the roof of the cabin to open the water tank.

"Clear water is like a spring."

A steady stream of clear water flowed from the tip of the wand in his hand, filling the entire water tank in no time.

"That way I can take a good shower."

The night passed.

The rising sun cast a warm color on the forest, and Scott, in pajamas, sat on the floor at the door of the wooden house and stretched.

"Good morning, Rimbaud."

He raised his head and smiled at Rimbaud who was flying over.

"I think you need these."

Rimbaud threw a bunch of wild fruits in his arms and landed on the windowsill.

"Thank you."

Scott picked up the wild fruit and smelled it, got up and went into the house, washed the fruit and tasted it.

"It's a bit sour." He frowned, "But it's better than nothing."

At this time, Rimbaud shouted outside the house, "Scott, a crow is back, it's a crow going to Knockturn Alley!"

Scott put the berries on a plate, went back to the door and sat down.

A crow flew over and sat on the floor under the window sill, quacking for a while at Rimbaud on the window sill.

Rimbaud called a few times, and the crow flew away obediently.

Rimbaud told Scott: "The crows couldn't find where Borginbock's home was, and he left by the fireplace in the store after the store closed at night."

"It's a little tricky..." Scott ate the wild fruit and leaned his back on the door frame.

"It's really difficult. The crows can only monitor him outside the store, including me." Rimbaud said, "I don't think it would be a good thing to rush into that store."

Scott nodded in agreement first, and then said, "It's not impossible."

"Do you have any ideas?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott turned his head to look at it, "Transfiguration can create the possibility that the poison will fly into his mouth by itself."

Rimbaud tilted his head, "The poison that killed Travers?"

"Ricin." Scott stood up again. "Let me try it!"

He walked into the wooden house impatiently and sat at the desk.

Rimbaud followed and flew into the room, stopped on a desk lamp and looked at him curiously.

Scott put a piece of parchment on the desk, took out the deformed lizard skin bag, and found a sealed potion bottle and a few candies from it.

"You want to poison with sweets?" said Rimbaud. "I don't like that."

Scott didn't answer.

He carefully peeled off the candy and removed the translucent glutinous rice paper from the candy packaging.

"It's what I need." He folded a lot of glutinous rice paper and put them away neatly. "It melts in the mouth. It's the best skin for poison."

Rimbaud froze for a moment, "You are terrible, my friend."

"Thank you for the compliment, my friend."

Scott responded casually, and put on a pair of medical masks and dragon leather gloves that can block poison.

He carefully scraped off the wax that sealed the potion bottle, used the polymorph technique to turn the stem of the wild fruit into a small spoon, dug out the white powder in the potion bottle and poured it on the glutinous rice paper.

A total of more than a dozen folded glutinous rice papers were poured by him with enough white powder to kill.

After that, he sealed the medicine bottle again and put it aside.

Next, he folded several sheets of glutinous rice paper with unusually gentle movements, turning them into small medicine bags.

"The next step is the key..."

Scott took off the dragonhide gloves, took his own wand, and cast a transfiguration spell that he was best at.

A small medicine package on the parchment suddenly turned into a huge midge.

The wand in Scott's hand was connected, and a dozen small medicine packets all turned into midges.

A dozen or so extraordinarily large midges crawled around on the parchment, but under Scott's control, they did not fly.

Rimbaud looked down at all this, and asked in puzzlement, "What's the use of this? Could it be that Mr. Bork likes to eat bugs as much as crows?"

"No, it's not finished yet."

Scott waved the wand in his hand again and again, and said "shrink quickly" a dozen times in succession.

The light of the curse shrouded the midge, turning the bug that was originally the size of a fly into a small black spot that was barely visible to the naked eye.

Rimbaud stretched his neck and stared curiously at the moving black dots, "Do they really fly into Bok's mouth automatically?"

"That's right," said Scott. "They all like to get into people's nostrils or mouths, except mine, of course."

This is the behavior pattern he set for these midges when he cast the transfiguration spell.

He said to Rimbaud: "So, you just find a Bokin Bok shop where there are no customers, when he is alone, put these little guys in the shop, and then wait."

"No problem." Rimbaud agreed, "I can do this."

"So……"

Scott waved his wand, and the parchment immediately turned into a matchbox, containing those extremely tiny midges.

"Then trouble you, my friend. I will wait here for your good news."

He produced another copper Knut.

"Also, don't forget today's Daily Prophet."

Rimbaud grabbed the matchbox and the copper nut, and said helplessly to Scott: "Although generally speaking, I am happy to help you, but you have too much trouble."

"Sorry." Scott said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing to me."

Rimbaud grabbed something and flew out of the window.

Scott stood up and moved the dragonskin gloves and small spoon that had been exposed to the poison to the outside of the house with a moving spell.

"Burning flames!"

The fierce burning flame quickly burned the little spoon, but the pair of dragon leather gloves only became new in the flames.

Scott extinguished the flame and put the gloves away in a small cardboard box.

He intends to use it only when exposed to poison.

In the following time, he began to write his summer homework while waiting for Rimbaud's return.

When he finished writing a thesis assigned by the Potions Professor, Rimbaud returned with the crows he had sent out to watch.

"went well?"

Scott took over the "Daily Prophet" from Rimbaud.

"In short, I have completed the commission you entrusted to me!" Rimbaud said proudly, "The famous store owner Bojinbok in Knockturn Alley has died. He died on the counter!"

The big stone in Scott's heart finally fell to the ground, showing a genuine smile.

Rimbaud began to tell Scott what happened with great interest.

(End of this chapter)