The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

After hearing the news brought by Rimbaud, Scott asked curiously, "Do you know how many people there are in the Bok family?"

Rimbaud said: "This will probably be best known at Mr. Boginbock's funeral."

"This matter is quite important." Scott ordered, "Send some smarter crows to figure it out."

Rimbaud flapped his wings and said proudly: "Of course, the crows that are monitoring the Bock family now are the crows that have followed me for the longest time. They are much smarter than ordinary crows."

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

"The crows followed the Burke family all the way back." Rimbaud answered.

Scott soon figured it out.

The Bok family probably needs to transport a coffin. This kind of thing requires some care. It is not convenient to borrow the floo network or use apparation.

Rimbaud jumped down from the window sill and landed on Scott's shoulder, "Unfortunately, the crows still haven't found where the Yaxley family's manor is, which resulted in the information they heard being relatively general."

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

"What is it?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott said: "Jak Yaxley has won the British Wizarding Duel Championship. In order to build momentum for him, the Yaxley family will definitely hold a big banquet and invite many guests."

"So?" Lan Bo tilted his head in confusion.

"Pure-blood families will always inexplicably adhere to some ancient traditions to show their heritage. I heard that some families will ride in flying carriages when attending banquets."

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 appearing in various places, you can follow the clues to find the location of the Yaxley family manor."

"I understand!" Rimbaud nodded repeatedly.

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

Scott continued.

"Either door-to-door invitation, or sending invitation letter. We also need to get a reply from the guest. The banquet must be held within the next few days."

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

But he quickly suppressed such thoughts.

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

take it easy.

He warned himself mentally.

It would be better to wait and find out the specific strength of the Yaxley family before taking action.

Scott smiled and looked down at the vast forest in front of him.

He is very vindictive.

Rimbaud took action immediately after receiving Scott's advice.

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

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

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

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

"Scott! Wake up! Wake up!"

Scott heard the shouting and slowly opened his eyes.

"What's the matter, Rimbaud?"

He sat up and leaned on the bed.

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

"I did almost forget."

Scott lifted up the blanket on his body, walked to the door with bare feet, and looked at the ground where the sun was sinking.

The cool evening wind ruffled his hair. He turned around 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 hastily got some food to eat, and then sat on the floor by the door again, waiting for the new moon to rise.

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

Scott leaned against the doorframe and turned to look at it.

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

"Well."

Scott just responded softly.

He doesn't care what a dead person's real name is.

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

The sun was almost setting completely.

He must seize the new moon's rising moment, which appears and disappears for a brief period of time.

"It's about to start."

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

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

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

Scott hurriedly walked outside the door and looked at the unclear outline of the crescent moon on the horizon.

"That's it now."

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

Then, he began to concentrate on using his own magic power to blend the power of the potion.

At the same time, the wand in his hand drew a winding arc in the air, and his mouth recited a long and difficult spell that looked like poetry.

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

That was the power of the potion.

At this moment, Scott had a detailed picture of the secret he wanted to hide in his mind - the cabin behind him.

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

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

The silver "moonlight" that was like a veil around him suddenly became solid, and as time passed, it became more and more transparent.

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

When he felt that the power of the potion in his body had completely dissipated, the "crystal" that wrapped around him suddenly shattered, turning into bits of light and dissipating.

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

Scott took a few breaths.

The Fidelius Charm doesn't look difficult, but the difficulty in casting it lies in how to quickly use your own magic power to reconcile the powerful potion power.

As long as the potion power is slightly more active, the spell will fail.

Fortunately, he had a strong sense of perception and succeeded in one try!

He looked back.

The cabin had indeed disappeared in front of him, and under his feet was a huge empty bird's nest.

However, in the blink of an eye, as if a curtain was drawn in the air, the cabin suddenly appeared in front of him.

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

"Come up." Scott stretched out his hand.

Rimbaud obediently fell on his arm.

"Did you see it, my cabin?" Scott asked with a smile.

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