After the splitting accident, Travers and Park were left in place below the waist.

Under Scott's manipulation, the "Oak Guard" also stopped smashing his hands downward.

At the same time, the house-elf screamed hysterically from the other side of the woods.

Scott turned and walked towards where they were from waist up.

At this moment, Park's screaming came to an abrupt end.

Scott looked closer, and the house-elf seemed to be unable to accept that his mistake had hurt his master, and he was already unconscious with a frightened face.

He didn't get too close, several paces away, looking down at 1/2 Travers lying in the snow.

"Trollope."

Travers looked up forcefully and stared at him.

Scott didn't say anything.

The pain of the split body made her face more and more pale, and beads of sweat kept rolling down her face.

But she didn't cry, she didn't scream.

This made Scott a little impressed with her.

In any case, Travers was just an 11-year-old girl, and this kind of endurance was really beyond Scott's expectations.

"Help me get my body fit." She said in a threatening tone, "Morgan knows what I came out for, and if I die here, you'll be the biggest suspect......"

At this moment, Scott admired the little girl's calmness and will.

But he still didn't say anything, just looked at her calmly.

Seeing that he didn't react, Travers immediately changed the direction of persuasion, "What do you want...... Troope ...... Whether it's a golden galleon, or magical knowledge...... I can promise you......"

Scott remained silent.

"I'll transfer......" Travers started to breathe, "I'll ...... Leaving England...... Jaya...... I don't show up in front of you......"

However, Scott remained unmoved.

There wasn't even any emotion on his face, and he just watched her struggle calmly.

Travers is finally starting to crumble.

"Look like that again!" She cursed with all her might, "Why do you look at me with such eyes, you noble pureblood!" ”

She opened her mouth and breathed in the cold air, like a fish starved of oxygen.

"You should be very proud...... You've won......"

"You won me, heir to the Traverse family......"

"If it weren't for carelessness......"

“…… Animals like house-elves can't be trusted......"

She kept muttering to herself, her voice getting lower and lower.

"Why don't you speak...... Trollope ......"

“…… Why don't you show off, why don't you taunt me......"

"As long as you say it...... You killed me......"

"You've won again......"

She burst out laughing miserably.

Blood poured out of her mouth, staining her teeth red.

Watching the near-death struggle of an 11-year-old girl with only half of her body left was a big shock to Scott.

In his previous life and in this life, he had never faced such a scene.

But he forced himself to look intently.

He's going to watch Jasmine Travers die.

He wanted to keep in mind that this world was not a fairy tale.

Becoming a wizard in this world will have to experience more cruel aspects of life that he has never experienced before.

At this point, Travers, who was smiling, seemed to have given up struggling.

"You're so cautious...... Troope. ”

Her voice was almost a whisper at this point.

"Let me tell you......"

But Scott still didn't choose to step forward.

He asked Rimbaud to fly to Travers as a "transit point" and bring her whispers to his ears.

“…… The Travers family has a magical item that is used to curse enemies. ”

"It will give a vicious curse to whoever kills any Travers......"

"I was killed by Parque's apparition......"

“…… But...... If you say that you killed me or something...... I will make the curse come true on you......"

"It's a pity...... You're too cautious......"

Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, whether it is a decent or a villain, or a passerby, there is a possibility of dying from talking too much!

“…… Are you curious...... Why am I telling you...... Are these......"

“…… It's a secret that pureblood families are hiding......"

"No one knows what kind of hole cards the opponent will have......"

"Remember...... Purebloods aren't so easy to beat......"

"You're not the same as wizards like Dumbledore...... You're more selfish...... There is no bottom line......"

"Can you let me die without ...... worries"

"I think...... If you grow up...... It's going to turn the wizarding world upside down......"

She raised her voice again and chuckled twice.

“…… Now that the Travers family has no future, don't think about it any better than anyone else......"

She lowered her head and stopped moving.

Scott beckoned, allowing Rimbaud to fly back to his shoulder and turn to walk the other way.

"Avada suo!"

A dazzling green light came from behind him.

Scott rolled around in the snow and dodged the curse just in time.

He stood up and patted the snow off his body as he looked at Travers, whose eyes were round and staring at him in silence.

"Want to sneak up on me?" He couldn't help but muttered softly, "Want to fight back with blood? I'm just guarding against that. ”

His magical sense had never left the girl and the house-elf.

Scott stood silently in place, until the house-elf had completely lost his breath, and then he really began to act.

He was going to rearrange the scene and remove all traces of the battle.

He wanted everyone who saw Travers and Park's bodies to have a preconceived judgment that they were dying of unsuccessful apparitions.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wizarding world.

Scott sent the "Oak Guard" back to where it had been, and used the Restoration Charm to remove the shapeshift, turning it back into an oak tree.

He also used the Repair Charm to restore the damaged earth stones in the woods, and the Growth Charm to restore the growth of damaged plants.

During this time, he went to the edge of the woods and dug up the magic object that had been inserted into the ground by Parque, the "severed arm bone".

But he didn't have time to look at it more, and put it into the transformation lizard's skin pouch first.

Then, he pulled out a brand-new-looking broomstick from his leather bag.

He certainly has a broomstick.

With such a useful running artifact, how could he not bring one with him?

It's just that no one knows he has it so far.

Scott stepped onto a broomstick and flew low, sweeping away all his footprints in the snow with a tree branch.

Eventually, he magically brought snow from somewhere else, still riding on a broomstick, sprinkling a layer on and around the woods.

Scott flew a little higher

He looked at the scene he had sorted out and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, Scott hovered in mid-air and pulled a piece of ebony out of his pocket.

He pulled out his wand and carved an ancient inscription on the ebony wood with his magic.

That's Pertho for [magic].

He poured his magic power into the magic script, and the wooden block suddenly trembled slightly.

Scott held the trembling wooden block in one hand, and slowly flew around a few times under the guidance of his magic perception.

What remains of the scene, the magic that belongs to him, has completely disappeared.

He flew up to the top of the river as fast as he could, throwing the already unstable piece of magic wood into the river.

A dull explosion rang out, and the splash of water completely carried away the wood chips.

After doing all this, Scott carefully reviewed his actions again and was relieved to confirm that nothing was missing.

He flew some distance on his broomstick before landing, and he put it in his leather bag and walked towards the center of the town again.

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