Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 270 270. The Yaxley Brothers Results

On the morning of May 6st.

Scott was still too lazy to move after waking up from his sleep.

He leaned against the head of the bed, turned his head to look at the morning light outside the window, and listened to the birdsong in the forest.

It's just... the bird song is really not pleasant, it can only be said to be unpleasant.

After all, the tree house he lives in is surrounded by hundreds of crows.

After a while, the crows stopped calling.

Flutter.

The sound of flapping wings sounded densely, and then dispersed in all directions.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the room through the open window.

The light of the morning sun shone on its body, making its black feathers with gorgeous dark lines look more radiant.

"Several crows have returned from the Isle of Man and London, bringing news from Yaxley Castle and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds."

While talking, Rimbaud stopped on the bedside table.

"It seems that our conversation woke you up? Sorry, I can't leave the area covered by the eaves, and the crows can't see me, so I can only talk loudly with the crows in the air."

"How's the situation?" Scott looked away from the window.

"One dead and one alive," replied Rimbaud, "the older one survived."

Scott smiled slightly, "That is to say, has our newly promoted dueling champion Jake Yaxley passed away?"

"That's it," said Rimbaud.

Scott raised his eyebrows, "How did Liam Yaxley survive? Can St. Mungo get rid of ricin so quickly?"

Rimbaud said: "Their father took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the older one, who was later revived by St. Mungo's healer. The younger one didn't drink the potion and was dead when he reached St. Mungo's." .”

"It seems to be a life-saving potion treasured by the Yaxley family, and there is only one bottle." Scott guessed.

Scott knew very well that a poison that was unsolvable to Muggles should not really be unsolvable to wizards.

It's just that there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is not an easy task to successfully rescue the poisoned person within a short time of the poison's onset.

Thankfully Snape wasn't there last night, or he'd left by then.

Otherwise, Scott might really be busy for nothing.

"Let the crows keep staring," Scott said, "and watch the subsequent reaction of the Yaxley family."

The crows are indeed very useful intelligence agents.

The wizards have no defense against this kind of ordinary birds without magic power, and the protective magic they set up will not target them. They can enter and exit the wizards' territory at will.

"Of course, I have already ordered them." Rimbaud said proudly.

"Also," Scott added, "don't let too many crows appear at once."

He was a little worried that if there were crows nearby every time something happened, he would be caught and ruled.

And he is obviously a wizard who likes to use crows, even when using the Bird Curse, he will choose to summon crows.

After a long time, it is possible to be associated with him.

Rimbaud couldn't help yelling at him, "My crows know better than you how to behave naturally."

"That's good."

Scott was not angry either, he got out of bed and started to prepare his own breakfast.

"One more thing." Rimbaud reminded him, "Today is Mr. Bokin's funeral."

Scott's hands stopped moving.

He also wanted to take a closer look.

The main thing is to confirm whether the relationship between other members of the Bork family and this Mr. Bokin is really that intimidating.

Mr. Bokin's funeral should be easier to mix in.

After all, this gentleman runs a black magic shop in Knockturn Alley, and it is not uncommon for him to know many strange people like monsters and ghosts.

But Scott forced himself to give up the idea.

His near-death experience on the Isle of Man made him even less inclined to take risks.

"I can only ask you to take a look instead of me, my friend." He said to Rimbaud.

After all, those ordinary crows can't understand too complicated things, and they can't see the true attitude of other members of the Bork family towards Mr. Bokin.

Although Scott often uses an orderly tone to Rimbaud, Rimbaud, as a "product" of Scott's transfiguration, will essentially not reject any of Scott's requests.

So it just complained a few words at random, and then obediently set off to attend the funeral.

After Rimbaud left, Scott, who stayed alone in the wooden house, spent the whole day studying the Lace map in his hand.

He first tried to recite various Antarctica-related or unrelated secret orders, and then tried to analyze the hidden magic on the map, but all failed.

In the end Scott had to admit that he had wasted a whole day on the damn map.

Although through his risky efforts, the map was kept in his hands, but obviously he didn't get any useful gains from this map.

After comforting himself with excuses such as "the time is wrong" and "the opportunity has not come", Scott put the map away again.

He didn't take it with him, but put it directly in this room hidden by the Fidelity Charm.

In a sense, it was safer here than in the deformed lizard skin bag on his body.

After putting away the map, Scott suddenly remembered that the thief Fletch's deformed lizard skin bag was also in his hand, and he hadn't opened it yet, so he hurriedly found the dirty and dusty leather bag.

At this time, Fletcher was dead, and he could open the leather bag smoothly.

But Scott's action of untying the rope at the mouth of the leather bag stopped suddenly.

After thinking about it, he used props to shield Zongsi's contract effect again, then waved his wand and cast a protective spell on the floor.

He simply sat cross-legged on the floor, and slowly cast an Iron Armor Curse in front of himself.

After doing this, he finally stretched out his hand to untie the rope at the mouth of the leather bag, dumped the contents of the leather bag on the floor, quickly threw away the leather bag, and withdrew his hand.

As it turns out, his caution has paid off.

The things poured out of the leather bags filled the entire floor of Scott who was not rich.

The moment they appeared, several magical attacks of different colors scattered in all directions.

The magical power of these automatic attacks swept past like a hurricane, turning the cabin into a mess.

Scott, protected by a protective spell and the Iron Armor Charm, survived.

He got a long twig, and brushed the pile off the floor, while at the same time he began to take stock of Fletcher the thief.

It is worth noting that the magic items that automatically launched an automatic attack after coming out of the leather bag just now have all been shattered, leaving piles of waste on the floor.

Scott first cleared out the Galleons that Fletch was carrying with him.

A total of more than 200 gold Galleons, more than 100 silver Sickles, and more than 100 copper Knuts.

Such a harvest made Scott immediately satisfied.

It seems that the thief and underground businessman is quite profitable.

He received all the coins on the other side, and began to carefully identify the things poured out of the leather bag one by one.

(End of this chapter)