In the morning, Scott woke up from bed and walked to the small desk to open the window, then sat back on the bed and clicked on the [Magic Mirror].
Malfoy Manor still looks peaceful in the surveillance footage.
Scott began to speed up the playback of the surveillance “video” that he had stored while sleeping. With the [magic mirror] in his hand, he walked to the simple kitchen on the other side of the cabin, poured himself a glass of milk, and drank while watching.
At this time, Rimbaud flew into the house from the window.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Scott glanced up at it, then lowered his head and continued watching the “video”.
“By the way, today is July 30th.”
He thought about it.
“Tomorrow is Harry’s birthday. I need you to go to the Owl Post Office in Hogsmeade Village to send me a gift later.”
“no problem.”
Scott’s eyes were always looking at the mirror in his hand, and he frowned slightly.
He felt a little strange because Voldemort never made any reaction to the deaths of the Carrow brothers and sisters.
He thought about it and felt that there were only two possibilities.
One is that Voldemort doesn’t care about the life or death of his men at all.
But this may have been quickly shot down by Scott.
The situation facing Voldemort today is completely different from that in the “original work”.
His enemies include Medea and the entire coven who want to devour him, as well as Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix who have been fighting against him.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Voldemort to allow his Death Eaters to be killed without reason.
Then there is only the second possibility left.
Voldemort probably couldn’t find time to do anything at this time.
So what is Voldemort doing hidden in Malfoy Manor? Has he not fully recovered his strength?
Scott was a little curious.
At this moment, he even thought about revealing the information about Voldemort to Medea and letting her test it out.
But he suppressed this thought.
After all, Scott knew very well that his biggest enemies were Medea and his daughter, not Voldemort.
Scott was not happy to see Medea successfully defeat Voldemort, swallow his soul and then resurrect further to gain more power.
“what’s on your mind?”
Perhaps out of curiosity, Rimbaud asked aloud.
Scott had nothing to hide from Rimbaud, so he told his thoughts.
Rimbaud asked again, “Are you sure? If Voldemort regains his strength, he can defeat Medea?”
“I haven’t seen Medea in a long time.”
Scott said.
“I only know that her newly revived strength is completely inferior to Dumbledore. If she had not presided over the oath and used the huge magic power and special door keys contained in Hogwarts Castle, she would have never been able to escape that time.”
He stretched out his finger and clicked on the [Magic Mirror], calling up the “video” of the battle in Little Hangleton Village.
“Later, she sacrificed several Horcruxes, and her power seemed to have increased somewhat, but she was still unable to compare with Dumbledore.”
But Voldemort can.
In Scott’s impression, if Voldemort recovers, his strength will not be any worse than Dumbledore.
In short, it will be stronger than Medea.
Scott drank the milk in the glass in one gulp, put down the glass, and took out a piece of bread leftover from the previous day to nibble on it.
“It seems… what I have to do now is still waiting.” He said vaguely, “Waiting for the day when Voldemort regains his strength and goes to Azkaban to rob the prison.”
He guessed that it would be a lively day.
Because both Medea and Dumbledore seemed to be staring at the isolated island that was used as a prison.
“But before that…”
He swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
“I want to clear up the mystery about Mr. Bode first.”
After hastily finishing breakfast, Scott rummaged around on himself, and finally thought about the birthday gift he wanted to give to Harry, a white bone fragment engraved with runic circuits.
“That’s it. This is the result I got after analyzing [the amputated arm bone] last semester.” Scott said, “The dragon bone production will allow Harry, who has to live in London during the summer vacation, to freely use magic… hours without worrying about being recorded by the Ministry of Magic.”
As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Of course, due to the limited alchemy level, this is just a one-time thing. Well… I think our savior should be able to seize this rare opportunity.”
After taking out a pen and writing a letter, Scott put the letter and the thin bone fragments in a strong kraft paper envelope, and handed it to Rimbaud along with the small bag containing the coins.
Rimbaud grabbed the envelope and money bag and flew out.
Half an hour later, Rimbaud returned to the Oak Lodge with some food.
“Thanks.”
At this time, Scott was fully dressed.
“I want to go to Azkaban myself,” he said.
After putting down the food, Rimbaud flew up again in surprise.
“What did you say?” It was extremely surprised.
Scott repeated, “I’m going to Azkaban.”
“Are you crazy?” Rimbaud said, “This is not like you at all. You never put yourself in danger.”
“But there’s no danger this time,” Scott said.
He was still curious about why Mr. Bode was targeting him and why he knew so many things that others ignored.
“But…” Rimbaud still seemed to think his decision was a bit crazy.
“It’s not a sudden thought.” Scott put on his hood and smiled softly, “It just so happens that several professors seem to have forgotten… Anyway, no one reminded me to go to the Ministry of Magic to register my Animagus.”
Of course he didn’t really think that the professors would forget such a thing.
He thought that the professors probably just no longer trusted the chaotic Ministry of Magic, so they tacitly turned a blind eye.
“Let’s go.”
Without giving Rimbaud more opportunities to refute, Scott directly transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew out of the open window of the wooden house.
“Wait for me!”
Rampaud could only fly out behind him.
Scott opened his mouth and chirped, indicating Rimbaud to lead the way in front, and Rimbaud obediently increased his flying speed.
The raven and the peregrine falcon rushed out of the forest one after another and turned to fly north.
They flew over the forest, the wilderness, and the sea, and finally arrived over the black island in the cold sea in the north.
Scott spread his wings and shuttled through the gray clouds. After the transformation, his eyes became particularly sharp and looked at the small island below.
The island looked cold and heavy, just like what he had seen in Rimbaud’s memory.
The tattered black fortress stood on the island, and countless black mist-like Dementors dragged their long cloaks in the air around the fortress.
“Let me go down first.” Rimbaud said, “I’ll let you know when I find the target.”
Scott nodded.
Rimbaud folded his wings and swooped down in a straight line.
Scott watched it fall at the fastest speed, passing through the Dementors and falling into the huge triangular gap at the top of the black fortress.
After seeing Rimbaud successfully enter the prison, in order to recover some physical strength, Scott kept stretching his wings, circling and gliding in the sky with the wind.
He waited for about half an hour, and Rimbaud flew up from below again.
“I found the target location.” It said to Scott, “You… do you really want to go down?”
Scott shouted to express his affirmation.
Rimbaud circled with him in the wind, “But… how do you know that the Ministry of Magic has not rearranged anything in the prison to target the loophole of Animagus?”
Scott had certainly thought about this.
But as far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic had not.
Sirius Black did not escape from prison in this world, and those people in the Ministry of Magic probably had not thought of this loophole yet.
Moreover, apart from doing it themselves, wizards had no other means to target Animagus.
He could not answer Rimbaud’s question, so he flew directly downward.
Rimbaud could only follow behind him.
Scott imitated Rimbaud’s previous behavior, folding his wings and falling vertically with his head down.
He passed through layers of gray clouds that were either thick or thin, and quickly approached the towering black fortress below.
When his body shuttled through the wandering Dementors, it was like passing through ice water that chilled him to the bone.
Finally, when he entered the interior of the fortress and spread his wings again to hover, his body slowly regained warmth.
At this time, Rimbaud also came to his side, it quacked, and flew towards one of the countless corridors below with a clear goal.
Scott followed behind it.
They shuttled through the winding and dark corridors, passing by one cell after another with closed iron doors, listening to the crazy mutterings of the prisoners, and came to the end of the corridor.
“Ga!”
Rampo indicated the location and stopped at the stone window above the wall at the end of the corridor.
Scott stopped at the small window above the iron door of the cell and looked into the dark interior.
Although the eyes of the peregrine falcon are sharper than those of humans, it does not have night vision ability. He can only see the outline of a human figure.
But…
The man in the cell was not crazy or weak like other prisoners. He was leaning against the stone wall and looking up at the small window with light.
“I didn’t expect there would be guests here.” Mr. Bode spoke.
He looked at Scott in the small window, and his voice was still a little smiling, “It’s still a special guest.”
Scott tilted his head and did not respond to his words.
“Uh-huh, who are you?” Mr. Bode asked.
Scott still did not respond.
Mr. Bode seemed to lose interest in him immediately and stopped talking. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the small window outside the fortress.
Scott stared at him for a long time, but the gentleman remained motionless like a statue.
After a while, Scott withdrew from the small window and flew to the window where Rimbaud was to look around.
After discovering that the Dementors were not approaching this side, Scott landed on the stone slab on the corridor floor and silently changed back to human form.
He took out the [Severed Arm Bone] from the deformed lizard skin bag on his waist and activated it, then threw it diagonally upwards as if casually.
Rimbaud flew up tacitly and grabbed the bone with one claw.
Scott smiled at it, took out another glass test tube, and decisively threw it into the prison through the small window above the iron door.
“Cough… cough…”
There was a sound of glass breaking in the prison, followed by Mr. Bode’s cough.
Soon, white smoke filled the gap under the iron door.
Scott immediately transformed into a peregrine falcon again, flew out through the stone window where Rimbaud was standing, and came to the outside of the fortress.
Of course, the Dementors who seemed to be wandering unconsciously still did not notice him.
Scott and Rimbaud endured the cold air around the Dementors and flew around the outer wall of the fortress together.
While flying, he observed the bottom of the fortress with sharp eyes.
After one circle, Scott estimated that the smoke in the prison had dissipated, so he flew back into the corridor through the stone window.
He landed in the small window on the iron door again and looked inside the prison.
At this time, Mr. Bode was still sitting against the wall, his head lowered, as if he had fallen into a coma.
But Scott did not take it lightly.
He flew down to the ground again, turned back into human form, and took out a block of wood and a magic wand.
Silently turning the block of wood into a peregrine falcon that matched his own Animagus image, Scott watched the peregrine falcon fly up and drill into the prison through the small window.
He leaned against the rough stone wall, took out the [Magic Mirror] lightly, turned off its sound, and watched the real-time image transmitted by the peregrine falcon on the mirror.
The peregrine falcon created by Scott through Transfiguration flew several circles in the dark prison, and then landed directly on the shoulder of Mr. Bode, who had his head lowered.
Mr. Bode still did not move.
The peregrine falcon stretched out a sharp claw and grabbed Mr. Bode’s eyes.
“You win, little guy.”
Mr. Bode suddenly stretched out his hands to catch the peregrine falcon, and said in a helpless tone.
He was really pretending to be unconscious.
Scott narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t understand why the potion that was enough to make an adult night marten fainted and fell to the ground would fail.
The captured peregrine falcon struggled.
It used its sharp beak and claws to attack Mr. Bode desperately.
But Mr. Bode didn’t seem to be a wizard who was tortured by Dementors in Azkaban. His movements were flexible and powerful. He caught the peregrine falcon’s feet with one hand and strangled its neck with the other.
“Don’t you want to change back to human form?” He chuckled, “If you don’t, I will strangle your neck.”
The peregrine falcon certainly couldn’t change into human form, so it could only struggle harder.
Seeing this, Scott put the [magic mirror] in his hand back into the shapeshifting lizard skin bag, and then turned around.
The black cloak was raised like a huge wing, slowly floating up with his body.
At the same time, he drew out his wand and silently cast an illusion spell on himself.
“Since you don’t want to see me in my true face, don’t blame me.” Mr. Bode’s voice sounded again.
Scott, who rose to the window position, looked directly into the prison through the small window.
He deliberately floated sideways, not blocking the light from the small window.
At this time, Mr. Bode was obviously not joking, and he had already taken action directly.
Crack.
It was the sound of the peregrine falcon’s neck bone breaking.
At the same time, Scott stretched out his hand.
A spell hit Mr. Bode solidly when he was stunned.
Because there were still many things he wanted to ask this gentleman, Scott did not use those lethal spells.
Also, in order to prevent Mr. Bode from disguising himself again, Scott did not choose the Stunning Spell, but used the Petrification Spell, which can accurately determine whether he was cursed or not, whether it was observed from the outside or perceived by magic.
After learning from Ravenclaw tutors and Professor Flitwick, Scott’s Petrification Spell has gone a step further than the original “Full Body Binding Spell”.
Although it is not as good as the basilisk’s stare, the Amycus Carrow that was shattered into pieces before has proved the usefulness of this spell.
Mr. Bode’s body became completely stiff, and then the Peregrine Falcon with a broken neck in his hand turned into broken pieces of wood and fell on the stone slab on the ground.
However, even at this point, Scott still had no intention of going directly into the prison.
He took out his treasured Veritaserum, used Transfiguration again to create a Peregrine Falcon, let it grab the opened Veritaserum and enter the prison, and poured the Veritaserum into Mr. Bode’s stiff mouth with difficulty.
At this point, Scott finally felt relieved.
He believed that no one could resist the effect of Veritaserum.
