Scott placed the silvery-white raven covered in lines and glowing reddish on the table.

While the blood was still dry, he held the disposable magic stone tightly in one hand, and the setting about Raven Rimbaud came to mind, and he waved his wand firmly.

As the light of the Transfiguration spell erupted from the tip of his wand, Scott felt his body go limp.

At the same time, the magic stone in his other hand, which was wrapped in magic power, trembled slightly, and then trembled violently.

Scott clenched it tightly, his palms glowing a blinding red.

For a moment, Scott only felt that the world was spinning, his eyes turned white, he staggered a few steps, and sat on the ground.

At this time, he could feel that the philosopher's stone in his hand had disappeared.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes at a great speed, flew around him, and stopped on the sofa.

"Scott, why are you sitting on the ground?"

Rimbaud tilted his head, two dark eyes staring at him, flashing human doubts.

"I'm fine."

Scott smiled weakly and looked at Rimbaud carefully.

It's a very beautiful looking raven.

It is not pure black, but has dark red patterns all over its body, and its feathers are shiny, and the edges of its wings and tail feathers have a metallic silver glow.

"Rimbaud."

Scott slowly got up, took Raven's really warm body in his hands, and turned to sit down on the couch.

"Long time no see."

He gently stroked Rimbaud's smooth feathers.

"Long time no see?"

Rimbaud tilted his head again.

"Haven't we been together all the time?"

Scott suddenly.

In his canonical story, Rimbaud has been with him since he came to Hogwarts.

In this way, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, Rimbaud really has his own wisdom and memory!

He couldn't help but laugh happily.

"You forgot."

Scott said to it, looking down.

"You've been asleep for a while, and it's February 1993."

"What!"

Rimbaud screamed, jumped out of Scott's hand, and flew around the dorm room a few times.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Scott leaned back on the couch, admiring its blistering flight speed.

With the help of the magic circuit, Rimbaud's body has turned into a series of afterimages.

"Let me tell you what happened during this time."

Scott beckoned to Rimbaud.

"I've had a hard time without your help."

Rimbaud rushed over like a bolt of black lightning and instantly stopped on the armrest of the couch.

"Really?" It looked up at Scott, "Then tell me quickly, as your best friend, I will help you!" ”

As he spoke, it spread its wings and patted Scott's hand gently as if in comfort.

Scott laughed and began to tell the story of his experience.

As he spoke, Rimbaud was completely fascinated and exclaimed.

"I didn't expect you to go through so many fun things!"

It flew up again, instantly over Scott's shoulder.

"Damn, why did I miss so much!"

It shouted in discontent.

"Because you've evolved." Scott smiled and said, "Don't you notice, you've changed and have new abilities." ”

Rimbaud flew to a mirror on the table as fast as he could.

"Ahh It shouted in surprise, "What's going on! How am I so good-looking! ”

It jumped up and down excitedly, shining left and right, admiring its gorgeous feathers in all directions.

Scott was a little speechless.

He remembered that he didn't seem to have set the attribute of narcissism, why this bird was so stinky and beautiful.

He couldn't help but remind, "Didn't you notice, your speed has become a lot faster, and there may be others." ”

When Rimbaud heard this, he immediately flew again.

For a while, the dormitory was full of its flying figures.

"Really!" It shouted, "Great, no one can fly me now!" ”

"That's great, Rimbaud." Scott clapped softly, "Do you have any other abilities awakened?" ”

"Gah!"

Rimbaud screamed, flew into the shadows of the room, and vanished.

Scott looked intently and found that if he looked closely, he could still see its outline.

It seems that the effect of concealment is worse than that of the illusion spell.

Scott thought.

"Alright."

He beckoned.

"I already know."

"Hahahaha......"

Rimbaud flew out and stopped in front of the mirror again.

"Scott! Am I becoming very powerful! ”

It was about to lose its joy, and it kept bouncing.

"Of course."

Scott praised it a few more times.

In his triumph, Scott said, "Please do me a favor, Rimbaud." ”

"Absolutely." Rimbaud flapped his wings, "Say, what do you want me to do?" ”

Scott said, "Go to the Ministry of Magic and find Katie from the Magical Transportation Division's Floo Network Administration?" Shafiq, help me keep an eye on her. ”

"Katie? Shafiq? Rimbaud tilted his head, "Oh, the witch who wrote to you?" Is she your girlfriend? ”

"Of course not." "Probably my enemy," Scott said. ”

"Enemy!"

Rimbaud jumped on his hand and looked up at him.

"What do you need me to do, Scott?"

"Don't do anything."

Scott stroked its feathers with his other hand.

"You just have to keep an eye on her without anyone noticing, see what she's done, who she's seen."

"Okay." Rimbaud nodded, "I can do this." ”

"Thank you, Rimbaud." Scott smiled.

Rimbaud waved his wings heroically, "No thanks, who made us best friends!" ”

Scott nodded, stood up and opened the curtains, opening the window.

"Go, Rimbaud."

He said to Rimbaud, who was standing in the palm of his hand.

"Come back in a week and tell me what the hell she did."

He wasn't worried that Rimbaud would miss some important information.

Because he mixed some of Eddie's traits into the setting, Rimbaud was a very gossip raven.

"Okay!" Rimbaud readily agreed.

"Goodbye."

Scott raised his right hand so it could fly away.

But Rimbaud didn't move, and one man and one crow stared wide-eyed.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked it.

Is this guy out of order?

"But......" Rimbaud stared at him innocently, "I don't know where the Ministry of Magic is. ”

“……”

Scott was speechless.

"You can ask the owl to take you."

Scott gave it an idea.

With that, he raised his hand to make Rimbaud fly.

"Go ahead, go to the owl shed and find a guide."

"Why didn't I think of that!"

Rimbaud flew excitedly.

"Goodbye!"

Its voice came from afar, and disappeared in an instant.

Scott closed the window and sat back down.

The reason why Rimbaud was asked to spy on Shafiq was not only to grasp some initiative, but also to hope that Rimbaud could grow as soon as possible.

Although it now has memories and a certain amount of intelligence, it is all fake, set by Scott. Rimbaud must have had some unreality about this.

Only by letting it really experience something can it really gain memories and become smarter.

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