The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Once a secret is told, it is no longer a secret.

Malfoy proudly told his nemesis Harry about this to show off his well-informedness.

Their quarrel would of course be heard by the Gryffindor students around them.

So, the end-of-year exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts would include a duel, and this topic quickly spread among the students.

The Gryffindors were very excited about this. Not only did they start a heated discussion themselves, but they also spread the news to the long tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in a very short time.

Scott heard a Gryffindor student loudly proposing that the written exam should be cancelled for this course and the results obtained in the duel should be used as the basis.

His proposal was loudly agreed by the Gryffindors.

However, this news was not good news for some Ravenclaws and some Hufflepuffs.

In these two colleges, there are students who are not good at fighting or even avoid fighting.

Duel is linked to the results of the end-of-year exam?

Such news was like a bolt from the blue for them.

Scott looked at his three roommates, "Such an exam should not be too difficult for the people in our dormitory."

Roger nodded, and he patted Milton on the shoulder, "Milton has made a lot of progress. Although he can't get a high score in dueling, he won't be bad."

Scott also said to Milton: "Dueling is just one project in a course. With the exams of other projects, you should be able to do well in this course."

"Yes, your written exam scores have always been good, Milton." Eddie said.

"Puff..."

Milton suddenly laughed.

He looked up at the few people, smiling with curved eyebrows, "Thank you, but I also believe that my grades in this course will not be too bad."

It was not until this time that Scott and the other three came back to their senses.

By the way...

Milton has changed...

He is not as sensitive and timid as before, and the three of them don't have to rack their brains to cheer him up before the exam like before.

For a while, Scott and the other three also laughed.

On Sunday, Scott took a half-day class in the inner room of Helena's study in the Room of Requirement.

After lunch, he came to the edge of the forbidden forest again.

Scott sat under the tree with a book in his hand as usual. Not long after, Rumple also fell from the sky and stopped in front of Scott as usual.

"Good afternoon, my friend."

Scott reached out and touched its smooth feathers.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Rumple rubbed Scott's hand with his beak.

"Is there any information you need to tell me?" Scott asked.

Rumple said, "Elijah Carrow and Caitlin Rowe will leave for Durmstrang School of Magic after the summer vacation."

Scott nodded.

Rumple added, "I have sent some crows to Northern Europe, where they will get to know the local crows... Of course, there are also owls. In short, the location of Durmstrang will be found one day."

"There is no rush for this matter." Scott said, "Maybe... we can find a breakthrough from Elijah Carrow and Caitlin Rowe, and first figure out their route to Durmstrang."

"No problem." Rumple nodded, "I'll arrange it."

Scott stroked its feathers casually, "Next, is there any movement from the Yaxley family?"

In Scott's mind, the Yaxley family, who coveted the Travers family's property and wanted to use Scott's life as a bargaining chip, was his most vigilant enemy in the magic world.

"No movement." Rumple replied, "Their family members have been targeted by my crows, and no abnormalities have been found for the time being."

"Really..."

Scott groaned in silence.

He would not believe that the Yaxley family was really honest.

He would rather believe that they were just dormant for the time being, preparing, and waiting for the right time.

He knew very well that although crows could help monitor the enemy and obtain intelligence, they were not omnipotent.

There were many things they could not monitor or understand.

After all, humans were much more cunning than crows.

However, Scott was not someone who would sit and wait for death.

It was almost June, and it was time.

"Is there any movement in Azkaban?" he asked Rimbaud.

Rimbaud shook his head again, "The people in there are either crazy or on the verge of going crazy. Of course, Travers, who you pay special attention to, has already gone completely crazy!"

Scott lowered his eyes.

"Do it." He whispered, "Go there in person and use the things I give you. I hope Travers will die as soon as possible."

"Do you want to kill him?" Rimbaud flapped his wings, "I know, I'll do it."

"Of course." Scott looked at it and laughed, "Of course I believe you, Rimbaud."

Then, Scott stood up and watched Rimbaud fly away.

As long as the last Travers in Azkaban died, the Travers family's property would become ownerless.

Given the nature of the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families, they would probably pounce on him like a pack of hyenas smelling blood and eat up everything Travers left behind.

By then, the Yaxley family, who only had Travers' verbal promise, would not have the time to bother Scott.

Such an action was planned by Scott long ago.

But to be safe, he waited until this time to execute the plan.

He had a hunch that the battle for Travers' property would be lively and would attract the attention of most people in the magic world.

At the same time, the summer vacation at Hogwarts was coming, and Scott could take this opportunity to do something.

Scott thought about his own arrangements, walked through the back garden of the school, and walked on the path leading to the castle.

Suddenly, the deformed lizard skin bag hanging around his waist began to shake violently.

He quickly pinched the opening of the bag, turned around and walked back to the Forbidden Forest.

This time he even walked into the Forbidden Forest, sat directly behind a bush, quickly took out his wand and cast a spell, and arranged a small hidden and soundproof venue.

When he released his hand holding the bag, the opening of the bag opened automatically.

Then, a small and exquisite fireplace toy flew out of it and landed on the ground in front of Scott.

A faint green flame burned in the palm-sized fireplace.

"Good afternoon, Scott."

Medea's voice came from there with a smile.

"Good afternoon, you can really force me to contact you, Medea." Scott tried to keep his tone calm, but still revealed some of his dissatisfaction.

"Heh..."

Medea chuckled again.

"I believe you have the ability to handle such an emergency, boy."

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