As he walked, Scott pulled out a bottle of potion from the leather pouch around his waist and poured it into his mouth.

Then, his body was elongated as he walked, and the facial features on his face were reshaped like plasticine being pulled.

"Tsk."

After the transformation, Scott sighed at the disgusting taste of the compound decoction, and couldn't help but spit on it.

He put the glass bottle back in his leather bag, and as he walked, he took off his dark blue down jacket and put it away, and took out a black cashmere coat and put it on.

After that, he asked Rimbaud to fly in the air and follow him, and took out his own mirror to look at it.

Looking at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Scott smiled with satisfaction.

He came to the edge of town, found a phone booth on the side of the street and walked in.

He pulled a coin from his body and threw it into the phone, and he dialed a familiar number.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

The call was quickly picked up.

"Hello, this is the Trollope antique shop."

Scott said, "Mike, it's me, Scott. ”

"Scott? Why haven't you arrived home yet? What's going on with your voice? The male voice on the other end of the phone asked in surprise.

"Of course the sound is done by some means, you know." Scott whispered, "Listen, Mike, I need your help. ”

"Of course, I'll be happy to serve you, son." Mike said with a smile.

Scott continued to keep his voice down, "I know you have a way, Mike. Find someone who won't be found and call the police and media in Maidstone, and say that the bodies of the little girl and aliens have been found in the woods southwest of the Church of All Saints. ”

"What?" Mike on the other end of the line asked exaggeratedly loudly, "Are you kidding?" Who the are you? ”

“……”

Misguided.

Scott moved the microphone a little farther away.

Mike cursed a long list of unpleasant expletives.

Scott couldn't help but say, "Your private money is hidden behind that oil painting in the store that never sells, maybe I should tell my mother." ”

"Well, you're my son." Mike immediately said, "Oh, Scott, this is a secret between our men, don't tell Amilia. ”

"Remember what I just said, it's about my safety." Scott stressed.

Mike couldn't help but ask, "I'll do it, but, what girl and alien, what the hell have you been through?" ”

"I'll make it clear to you when I get back." "I'll be renting a car from Maidstone and now I'm going to hang up," Scott said. ”

"Well, Emilia has prepared a big meal today, don't miss it." Mike said with a smile.

"No, I'll see you later." Scott hung up the phone.

He stepped out of the phone booth, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked forward.

Mike's movements were fast.

When Scott arrived in the heart of town, the town's resident police and reporters moved at the same time.

Scott, of course, wasn't going to join in the fun.

He quickly found a taxi, negotiated the price and left Maidstone.

It is foreseeable that the corpse of the house-elf will be exposed to the eyes of Muggles, and it will definitely cause an uproar.

It may immediately make the front page headlines of the major newspapers of the day.

And this is undoubtedly a violation of the International Secrecy Law of the wizards.

It is foreseeable that in order to continue to hide the existence of the Wizarding World, the focus of the Ministry of Magic will inevitably shift.

Scott reckoned that they would be busy with it.

As far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic in England did not have many people.

The Magical Accidents and Disasters Division's Memory Erasing Command and the Muggle Mediation Committee alone would not be enough.

In the face of such a momentous event, the Minister of Magic will inevitably bring in other departments, especially the Auror Command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to help.

As a result, they may not have as much energy to investigate the death of Jasmine Travers and the house-elves.

Although Scott did what he could do with the scene, he didn't feel safe.

After all, it was only a wizard apprentice who had only been in contact with magic for more than three years, and did not fully understand the methods used by the Aurors to investigate cases.

So he dispatched the trick of "lest the world be chaotic".

He didn't know if it would be useful or not, but at least it would take most of the Ministry of Magic's energy, adding a layer of insurance for him to hide himself.

Scott sat in the back seat of the car, leaning on cushions and watching the scenery pass by outside the window.

It wasn't until this time that he had time to think about one thing—

He caused the death of a person.

Although he had thought about this before he entered Hogwarts, although he had been mentally building himself all along......

In the wizarding world, which is not peaceful now, and there will be wars in the future, there is a good chance that he will experience murder.

But after really experiencing it, he realized that those ideas were useless.

He could watch the girl die for his own survival, but he still couldn't accept it calmly.

Scott closed his eyes.

He knew he had to let this pass, he couldn't leave a void in his heart—

That could most likely cause his magic to shift.

After 30 minutes, the taxi pulled into its destination, Hastings.

Scott, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and his eyes were as clear blue as ever.

After handing the bill to the driver, who had not communicated the whole time, he got out of the car and ran straight to the bathroom in the fast-food restaurant next to him.

The time for the polyjuice decoction is almost up.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, he had returned to his original self.

Hastings is a grey-hued seaside town made famous by the Battle of Hastings in 1066.

Scott walked all the way to the old town on the edge of the cliff by the sea.

He walked up to the antique shop with the [Trollope] sign and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

Jingle Bell ......

The brass bell hanging on the door rang.

Rimbaud, who had followed him all the way through the air, fell, still perched on Scott's shoulder.

Scott walked into the store.

A scent of incense that he was very familiar with came to his nose.

In the cramped space, the man sitting behind the counter smoking his head raised.

He has the same black hair and blue eyes as Scott, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and has two old-fashioned-looking mustaches above his lips.

"Mike."

Scott walked over to him.

"Scott."

Mike stood up and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, walked out of the counter and hugged his son.

"Are you okay?" He patted Scott on the shoulder, "To be honest, I was taken aback by you today. ”

He walked over to the counter, picked up two cups of coffee from the coffee machine on the wooden shelf, and walked over to the mottled table and chair in front of the small window to lay down the cups.

"Come on, since you are still underage, you should share your experience with me, son."

He turned to look at Scott, the two mustaches on his lips twitching.

"Then I'll judge whether your experience is appropriate to tell Amilia."

"Okay."

Scott shrugged his shoulders and walked over to sit down.

……

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