The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Scott didn't have the extra energy to care about the thief Fletch for the time being. He was thinking about how he should communicate with Medea.

He thought for a while, but his unwillingness prompted him to think that maybe he could try it out first...

"I'll go back to my room first."

He told the people present and went upstairs to his room.

After reactivating [the severed arm bone], Scott took out two wands from his pocket.

Putting Fletch's wand on the table, Scott raised his wand and swept it through the air.

A series of numbers formed by golden light appeared in the air where the tip of the wand passed.

Scott's face was calm, and the wand slid in the air, and the numbers continued to appear.

He waved the wand again until the air in front of him was full of numbers.

"Arithmetic rules!"

Then, the strings of digital numbers in the air dissipated as golden light spots, leaving individual numbers.

"Numbers appear!" Scott waved his wand again.

The numbers in the air moved.

As the numbers collided with each other, tiny dots of light continued to explode and scatter.

After a while, all the numbers disappeared, and a single [9] emerged from the dots of light and flew towards Scott.

Scott stretched out his left hand and grabbed the number.

The number [9] exploded in his palm, and the dots of light slipped through his fingers like quicksand.

"Success." Scott couldn't help but smile.

This time he used arithmetic divination to calculate the number of Katie Shafik's small fireplace.

Thanks to him for sending Rimbaud to monitor this lady.

Although he didn't get any useful information that time, he also had the known conditions for using arithmetic divination to calculate the number of the lady.

But strictly speaking, the information he knew was a bit reluctant to calculate Shafik's small fireplace number.

And the success of Scott's calculation this time can only be said to be luck.

Scott took a deep breath, walked to the desk in front of the window and sat down, and took out the deformed lizard skin bag from his trouser pocket.

Soon, he took out the paper box containing the small fireplace and Floo powder from the leather bag.

Opening the box of floo powder, Scott scooped some powder with a spoon, pushed open the furnace door and poured the floo powder into the fireplace.

Bang.

A small green flame ignited in the fireplace.

"Number 09." Scott said.

The green flame in the small fireplace jumped.

Not long after, a slightly serious female voice came from the fireplace.

"Hello, this is number 09."

Scott glanced at the number engraved on his small fireplace and responded: "Hello, this is number 37."

"Number 37? Ah..." Shafik exclaimed softly, and her voice became much gentler, "Are you Mr. Trollope?"

The other party's respectful tone made Scott blink in surprise.

But he wisely chose to say calmly: "It's me, good evening, Miss Shafik."

Shafik immediately said, "Good evening, is there anything you can help me with?"

Scott was even more surprised.

But he suppressed his surprise and said calmly, "Yes, Miss Shafik, I hope you can tell me the number of Mr. Borgin and Burke's fireplace in Knockturn Alley."

"Boggin and Burke?" Shafik's tone was a little surprised, "Please wait."

"Okay." Scott responded calmly, his fingers unconsciously tapping the surface of the wooden desk.

Soon, Shafik gave the answer, "Ah! Found it! Mr. Borgin and Burke's fireplace number is 52!"

"Number 52? Thank you, Miss Shafik." Scott hurriedly thanked him.

Shafik said gently, "You're welcome. Ms. Slytherin said that if Mr. Trollope contacted me, I must do my best to help you."

Scott raised his eyebrows.

He asked, "Then, do you know the identity of any number owner?"

"Yes, I know the true identity of all the owners of the small fireplace numbers. Except for Ms. Slytherin, I am the only one who knows."

Shafik said proudly.

"Because of the convenience of work, I helped Ms. Slytherin build this system."

"What a great achievement, Miss Shafik..."

After thanking again, Scott closed the small door of the fireplace.

He looked up at the moonlight outside the window and was stunned for a while.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly, which really surprised him.

But obviously, he had no time to think about it at this moment.

After calming down, Scott opened the door of the small fireplace again and poured in another spoonful of Floo powder.

Bang.

The green flame ignited again.

"Number 52."

The flame began to jump, and Scott took a candy from the table, peeled it and put it in his mouth.

After a while, a somewhat old male voice came from the fire, "Hello, this is number 52."

"Hello, this is number 37." Scott lowered his voice and spoke with candy in his mouth, "Good evening, Mr. Bock."

Bock smiled and asked: "Good evening, who are you? Are you a distinguished guest in our store?"

Scott deliberately said with a smile: "No, I am not your guest."

"Not a guest?" Bock asked indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I believe there is still a destiny for business between us."

Scott laughed again, "It's hard to say, Mr. Bock."

Bock's tone became a little impatient, "What do you want to talk to me about? Boy, if you have nothing to do, don't delay my business!"

"Mr. Bock is worthy of being a famous businessman in Knockturn Alley." Scott said in a long tone, "I heard... your recent business has already gone to Spain?"

"That's normal. Our business spans the whole of Europe, and even precious goods from Asia, America and Africa are sold in our store." Bock was not fooled at all, but began to brag about his wide range of business.

How could Scott let him get away with it? He smiled and said to the small fireplace: "You know that's not what I mean."

Bock's tone changed again.

He asked in a calm voice: "What do you mean?"

"You know it yourself." Scott said.

Bock asked fiercely: "So, you also got the news and want to compete with me?"

"No, the map is originally mine. If you keep going like this, you will soon find me." Scott still said slowly.

"Hahaha..." Burke's laughter came from the flames in the small fireplace.

After a long while, he said in a cheerful tone: "My guest, are you begging for mercy from me?"

"Don't you understand yet? I remember that the communication between the owners of the small fireplace is anonymous." Scott said calmly, "Think about it, how can I know your fireplace number?"

Burke said hesitantly: "My fireplace number? No, this thing is not completely confidential."

Scott laughed, "You are wrong, except for Ms. Slytherin, there is only one person who knows the identities of all the numbers."