The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Early morning of June 23.

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

He sat on the bed, turned his head to look at the morning light outside the window, and listened to the birds singing in the woods.

But... this bird song is really not pleasant, it can only be said to be very unpleasant.

After all, the tree house where he lived was surrounded by hundreds or thousands 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 patterns look more radiant.

"Several crows came back from the Isle of Man and London, bringing new news from Yaxley Castle and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

Rimbaud said as he landed on the bedside table.

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

"What's the situation?" Scott retracted his gaze from the window.

"One dead and one alive." Rumple replied, "The older one survived."

Scott smiled slightly, "Does that mean that our new duel champion, Gak Yaxley, has died?"

Rumple said, "That's it."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "How did Liam Yaxley survive? Can St. Mungo's detoxify ricin so quickly?"

Rumple said, "Their father took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the older one, and then he was revived by the healer of St. Mungo's. The younger one didn't drink the potion and died when he arrived at 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 the poison that was unsolvable for Muggles should not be really unsolvable for wizards.

It's just that everyone has their own expertise, and it is not an easy task to successfully rescue the poisoned person within a short period of time after the poison takes effect.

Fortunately, Snape was not there last night, or he had left at that time.

Otherwise, Scott might have worked in vain.

"Let the crows keep watching." Scott said, "Observe the subsequent reaction of the Yaxley family."

Crows are indeed very useful intelligence agents.

Wizards have no defense against such ordinary birds without magic, 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 ordered them." Rimbaud said complacently.

"Also." Scott said again, "Don't let too many crows appear at the same time."

He was a little worried that if there were crows nearby every time something happened, people would catch the pattern.

And he was obviously a wizard who liked to use crows, and even chose to summon crows when using the bird spell.

After a long time, people might associate him with him.

Rimbaud couldn't help but say to him, "My crows know how to act more naturally better than you."

"That's good."

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

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

Scott paused.

He wanted to take a closer look again.

Mainly to confirm whether the relationship between other members of the Bok family and Mr. Borgin was really that distant.

Mr. Borgin's funeral should be easier to sneak into.

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 still forced himself to give up this idea.

The experience of almost losing his life on the Isle of Man made him even less willing to take risks.

"I can only ask you to take a look on my behalf, my friend." He said to Rimbaud.

After all, those ordinary crows can't understand too complicated things, nor can they see the true attitude of other members of the Bok family towards Mr. Borgin.

Although Scott often uses an imperative tone to Rimbaud, Rimbaud, as a "product" of Scott's Transfiguration, will not refuse any of Scott's requests in essence.

So it just complained casually and went to attend the funeral obediently.

After Rimbaud left, Scott, who stayed alone in the cabin, spent the whole day studying the Reis map in his hand.

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

Finally, Scott had to admit that he had wasted a whole day on this damn map.

Although he had saved the map in his hands after risking his efforts, he obviously did not get any useful gains from it.

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

He did not carry it with him, but put it directly in this room hidden by the Fidelius spell.

In a sense, this place is safer than the lizard skin bag on his body.

After putting away the map, Scott suddenly remembered that the thief Fletch's lizard skin bag was also in his hand, and he had not opened it yet, so he quickly found the dirty and gray leather bag.

Fletch was dead at this time, so he could open the leather bag smoothly.

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

After thinking about it, he used props to block the contract effect of the trace thread again, and waved his wand to cast a protective spell on the floor.

He simply sat cross-legged on the floor and slowly cast an armor spell in front of himself.

After doing this, he finally stretched out his hand to untie the rope at the mouth of the leather bag, poured the contents of the leather bag directly onto the floor, and quickly threw away the leather bag and retracted his hand.

It turned out that his caution was useful.

The things poured out of the leather bag filled the entire floor that Scott had not enough space for.

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

These automatic attacking magic swept through like a hurricane, turning the cabin into a mess.

Scott, who was protected by the protective spell and the armor spell, survived.

He got a long branch and pushed the pile of things on the floor away, and began to count and sort out the thief Fletch's possessions.

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

Scott first cleaned out the gold galleons that Fletch carried with him.

There were 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 put all the coins on the other side and began to carefully identify the things that were poured out of the leather bag one by one.