Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 267

Hearing the news brought by Rimbaud, Scott asked curiously, "Do you know how many members of the Bock family are there?"

Rimbaud said: "This will probably be best known at the funeral of Mr. Boginbock."

"This matter is also very important." Scott ordered, "Send some smarter crows to find out."

Rimbaud patted his wings and said proudly: "Of course, the crows who are monitoring the Bork family are all the crows that have followed me the longest. They are much smarter than ordinary crows."

"They found the address of the Bork family?" Scott was a little surprised.

"The crows followed the Bocks all the way back," Rimbaud replied.

Scott quickly figured it out too.

The people of the Bork family probably need to transport the coffin. This kind of thing needs to be more careful, and it is not convenient to borrow the floo network or use apparition.

Rimbaud jumped off the window sill and landed on Scott's shoulder, "It's a pity that the crows still haven't found out where the Yaxley family's manor is, which leads to the general information they heard."

Scott thought about it and came up with an idea, "There is a good opportunity now."

"What is it?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott said: "Jacque Yaxley won the championship of the All-British Wizarding Duel Competition. In order to build momentum for him, the Yaxley family will definitely hold a big banquet and invite many guests."

"So?" Rimbaud tilted his head in confusion.

"Pure-blood families will always adhere to some ancient traditions inexplicably to show their heritage. I heard that some families will take a flying carriage when they go to the banquet."

Scott smiled and touched Rimbaud's somewhat hard wings.

"As long as you find out the date of the banquet, and pay attention to the wizard carriages that appear everywhere, you can follow the clues to find the location of the Yaxley family estate."

"I see!" Rambo nodded repeatedly.

"Although Jack Yaxley won the championship the day before yesterday, pure-blood families always like to be more particular about their banquets."

Scott continued.

"Either come to invite, or send an invitation letter, and still need to get a reply from the guest. Presumably, the banquet will be held in the next few days."

At this moment, Scott also thought about sneaking into the dinner party and attacking the Yaxley family.

But he quickly snuffed out such thoughts.

With his current strength, doing so is too risky and unnecessary.

take it easy.

He admonished himself inwardly.

It's better to wait until we find out the specific strength of the Yaxley family before making a move.

Scott smiled, looking down at the vast forest in front of him.

He is very vengeful.

Rimbaud acted immediately after receiving Scott's suggestion.

A large number of crows flew out of the forest, and the territory suddenly became clean.

Scott was always guarding his unfinished potion. Since he had to stir it every three hours, he didn't sleep at all that night, and he finished his summer homework by the way.

The next morning, the ritual potion was finally made, and Scott fell asleep.

Before dark, Rimbaud flew into the cabin and woke him up.

"Scott! Wake up! Wake up!"

Scott heard the shout and slowly opened his eyes.

"What's the matter, Rimbaud?"

He sat up, leaning against the head of the bed.

"The night of the new moon!" Rimbaud flew to the window sill again, "Don't forget that today is the night of the new moon."

"I almost forgot."

Scott threw off the blankets around him, walked barefoot to the door, and looked at the horizon as the sun sank.

The cool evening wind messed up his hair, he turned his head and said to the raven with a smile, "Thank you, Rimbaud."

"You're welcome." Rimbaud raised his head, "After all, I also want to know how you hide your house!"

"Then please wait and see."

Scott ate some food hastily, then sat on the floor by the door again, waiting for the new moon to rise.

"By the way, I have some new news that I haven't told you yet." Rimbaud also fell from the windowsill to the floor.

Scott leaned against the door frame and turned to look at it.

"Bogginbok's funeral will be held in three days," Rimbaud said. "By the way, his original name was Karaktakusbok, but people usually call him Mr. Bogginbok."

"Well."

Scott just responded lightly.

He didn't care what a dead man's real name was.

And at this moment, he was simulating the process of casting the Fidelity Curse in his mind.

The sun was almost fully setting.

He must seize the new moon rising, the momentary opportunity that appears and disappears.

"It's about to start."

When the last ray of golden light belonging to the sun completely sank to the horizon, Scott stood up.

He walked back into the house, first activated the [truncated arm bone], then picked up the ritual potion on the table and his own wand.

"The new moon has appeared!" Rimbaud shouted excitedly.

Scott hurried to the door, looking at the unclear outline of the crescent moon in the sky.

"It is now."

He raised his head and drank the potion in his hand.

Afterwards, he began to concentrate on using his magic power to reconcile the power belonging to the potion.

At the same time, the wand in his hand traced a meandering arc in the air, and he chanted a long, poetic incantation from his mouth.

Gradually, Scott's whole body seemed to be shrouded in silver moonlight, covered with a layer of gauze like water.

That is the power of potion blessing.

At this moment, Scott outlined in detail the secret he wanted to hide in his mind - the cabin behind him.

When the spell in his mouth was coming to an end, he suddenly turned his wand to point at his heart.

A silver light flew out from the wand and connected to his heart.

The silver "moonlight" that shrouded his body like a tulle suddenly became solid, and became more and more transparent as time passed.

Scott felt as if he was sealed in a huge transparent crystal.

When he felt that the power of the potion in his body was completely dissipated, the "crystal" surrounding him suddenly shattered, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

"It's gone!" Rimbaud suddenly flew up and yelled, "It's really gone!"

Scott took a few breaths.

The Fidelity Curse doesn't look difficult, but the difficulty in casting it lies in how to quickly use one's own magic power to reconcile the powerful potion power.

As long as the potion power is slightly active, it will cause the spell to fail.

Fortunately, he has a strong perception ability, and he succeeded in one attempt!
He looked back.

The cabin had indeed disappeared before his eyes, and at his feet was a huge empty bird's nest.

However, in the blink of an eye, as if a curtain had been drawn in the air, the cabin suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

He was still standing on the floor at the door of the cabin.

"Come up." Scott held out his hand.

Rimbaud obediently landed on his arm.

"See, my cabin." Scott asked with a smile.

"Oh incredible! I saw it!" Rimbaud flew up again excitedly, "This is so interesting!"

(End of this chapter)