The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Scott listened to Rimbaud's description and was happy that his trip went smoothly.

Rimbaud came to Knockturn Alley as Scott said, seizing the opportunity when there were no customers in the Bojin Bock store, and landed at the door of the store.

When Boginbok didn't look at it, he opened the matchbox with his claws and flew to the roof opposite the store.

It wasn't long before he saw Boginbok fall to the ground.

Of course, Mr. Bock immediately shouted for help, but unfortunately he could not shout loudly.

Later, he tried to crawl out of the store, but he didn't crawl far before he completely lost his ability to move.

The amount of toxins Scott prepared this time was so large that he died of poisoning in a very short period of time, without even having time to take any self-rescue measures.

"No one noticed that at the time."

Rimbaud said to Scott.

"The people in Knockturn Alley didn't dare mess with Mr. Burke. They wouldn't even look into his shop. After his accident, no one found out about it for a long time."

"Well done, my friend." Scott touched Rimbaud's wings, "You really helped me a lot."

Rimbaud raised his head proudly, "Hahaha... Scott, what would you do without me?"

"certainly."

Scott praised it without any trace for a while.

The praise made Rimbaud very happy.

Then it took the initiative to care about Scott's purpose of asking him to kill Bojinbok.

"Is this enough, Scott?" It looked at Scott and asked him, "What if Bok has other wizard friends and still won't give up snatching your map?"

Scott thought for a while and said to him: "The possibility of this is very small. Bock is a greedy guy. I guess he won't want to share the secret of Leis Map with others."

Scott was certain that even the thief Fletcher didn't know the origin of the map in the commission.

Rimbaud nodded.

"Of course." Scott added, "It is indeed a wise move for you to leave a few crows there to continue to monitor Knockturn Alley just to be on the safe side."

Rimbaud raised his head proudly.

Scott also knows that the current situation cannot be called peace of mind.

Although Bojinbok, who wanted to get the Leis map, has been poisoned, there are still two questions about this matter.

One is what Rimbaud said. He didn't know if Bojinbok had any companions who knew the inside story.

This issue can only be selected through subsequent observation and surveillance.

The second is related to the "local area network" built by the small fireplace.

Scott was certain that Boginbok's actions were private and not Medea's instructions.

But as the master of the "LAN", does Medea know everything that happens in the "LAN"?

Scott had no way of confirming this issue.

But since Medea didn't appear or talk to him through the small fireplace, Scott could only pretend that she didn't know about it.

Scott shook his head, putting aside other thoughts for the time being.

Because right now he still has someone to deal with.

Flying from the tree crown to the ground on a broomstick, Scott walked to the roots of another oak tree, in front of the thief Fletcher.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Fletcher lying on the ground.

Fletcher looked very weak after not eating or drinking for two days.

His eyes were still blindfolded and his mouth was still stuffed with cloth, but now his lips were chapped and he couldn't even make a moaning sound.

Scott pulled out his wand and pointed it at Fletch's head.

After a long time, he took back his wand again.

"Although I can give you a forgetting spell and let you go, the memory can be forced to be forgotten by the spell, and it may be restored one day..."

He spoke softly, as if talking to himself.

But Fletcher still heard him clearly.

"Woo...wuwuwuwu..."

The thief didn't know where he got the strength from, and suddenly he began to struggle fiercely.

Scott was still minding his own business and said: "I was able to successfully deal with Bojinbok this time, thanks to my mother not contacting my uncle for a long time. No one knows about my relationship with the Hill family."

He paused and then said: "Out of the arrogance of wizards facing Muggles, neither you nor Mr. Burke properly investigated the Hill family, otherwise you would have easily discovered my existence."

"If that's the case... I will definitely be caught off guard." Scott was still talking about himself.

"For the sake of safety and caution," he said to Fletch, "Mr. thief Fletch, please shut your mouth forever."

Fletcher whined loudly from his throat. He was twisting on the ground like a fat insect, and the chains that bound him clanked.

"Get bigger quickly!"

Scott casts a spell that makes Rumples giant.

"Take him away, just like you said." He turned around, "Whether it's a wolf pack or a troll tribe, in short..."

"I know, in the end, I still have to take my approach."

Rimbaud joked, grasped the iron chain firmly with his claws, and flew Fletcher's fat body into the sky.

A scream-like sound came from Fletcher's throat.

Scott didn't look.

He knows his character very well, and if he wants to continue on the path of magic, he will definitely kill people.

But in principle, he would try not to kill anyone with his own hands, especially using magic.

Only in this way can he control his magic power to maintain its original state, and not let people perceive the changes that killing people will bring.

Strictly speaking, his behavior is taking advantage of loopholes.

Rimbaud came back soon.

"Is he dead?" Scott asked.

"He's dead." Rimbaud didn't have as many thoughts as Scott, and told him directly, "I threw him to the wolves."

Scott took out Fletch's wand from the deformed lizard skin bag.

"Please go again later." He said to Rimbaud, "Throw his wand to where he died, and throw the chain somewhere else."

Rimbaud agreed.

Scott rode his flying broom back to the cabin and began to read the Daily Prophet.

Sirius Black's popularity has not dissipated.

Reporters are following him, and seem to want to praise the greatness of the Ministry of Magic through the new life of this wizard.

Only Black himself seems to be annoyed, and he looks like he will beat up the reporter at any time in the photo.

Scott casually browsed through several news reports about Black and Pettigrew, and finally caught his eye with a news that was not on the front page.

"Jacob Yaxley, the Yaxley family wizard won the All-British Wizard Duel Championship! "

Duel champion?

Scott hurriedly looked at the details of the report.

He thought the intention of the report was obviously very interesting.

Nowadays, the gold content of the All-British Wizard Duel Championship has been declining year by year, but it is still a title.

Sorry, I am very sleepy today. I updated while dozing off, and only wrote two chapters.

I will make up for it with four chapters tomorrow.