When a secret is told, it is no longer a secret.

Little Malfoy triumphantly told his nemesis Harry about the incident to show that he was well-informed.

Their quarrel would of course be heard by the surrounding Gryffindor students.

As a result, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had to add a duel to the end-of-school exams, and the topic quickly spread among the students.

The Gryffindors were so excited about this that they not only started a lively discussion on their own, but also got the news to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables in a very short period of time.

Scott hears a Gryffindor student loudly suggesting that the class should be removed from the written test and that the duel results should prevail.

His proposal was loudly endorsed by the Gryffindors.

However, such news is not good news for parts Ravenclaw and part Hufflepuff.

In both academies, there are students who are not good at fighting, or even avoid fighting.

Duels tied to end-of-school exam scores?

Such news was like a bolt from the blue for them.

Scott looked at the three roommates, "This shouldn't be too difficult for a few of us in the dorm. ”

Roger nodded, and he patted Milton on the shoulder, "Milton has improved a lot, although he can't get a high score in the duel, but it's not bad." ”

Scott also said to Milton: "Duel is just one item in one class, plus exams in other subjects, you should be able to pass this class." ”

"yes, you've always done well on your written exams, Milton." Eddie said.

"Poof......

Milton suddenly laughed.

He looked up at the people and smiled, "Thank you, but I also believe that my grades in this class will not be too bad." ”

It wasn't until this time that Scott and the three of them came to their senses.

That's right......

Mir has changed......

He won't be as sensitive and cowardly as before, and the three of them won't have to rack their brains to cheer him on before exams like they used to.

For a moment, Scott and the three of them laughed too.

On Sunday, Scott spent half a day in Helena's study in the Room of Requirement.

After lunch, he came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest again.

Scott sat down under a tree with a book in his hand as usual, and it wasn't long before Rimbaud descended from the sky and stopped in front of Scott.

"Good afternoon, my friend."

Scott reached out and touched its smooth feathers.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Rimbaud rubbed Scott's hand with his beak.

"Is there any information you need to tell me?" Scott asked.

Rimbaud opened his mouth and said, "Elijah? Carol and Caitlin? Rohr would leave for Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the summer break. ”

Scott nodded.

Rimbaud added: "I have sent some crows to northern Europe, where they will meet the local crows...... And, of course, the owls, in short, Durmstrang's location will be found someday. ”

"There's no rush in this matter." "Maybe...... From Elijah? Carol and Caitlin? Rohr could also find a breakthrough there, figuring out their route to Durmstrang first. ”

"No problem." Rimbaud nodded, "I'll arrange it." ”

Scott stroked its feathers one by one, "Go on, is there any movement from the Yaxley family?" ”

In Scott's mind, the Yaxley family, who coveted the Travers family's fortune and wanted to use Scott's life as a bargaining chip, was his most wary enemy in the wizarding world today.

"There's no movement." Rimbaud replied, "All members of their family have been targeted by my crows, and nothing unusual has been noticed for the time being. ”

"Really......"

Scott was silent.

He wouldn't believe that the Yaxley family was really honest.

He prefers to believe that they are only hibernating, preparing, waiting for the right moment.

He is well aware that although crows can help spy on enemies and obtain intelligence, they are not omnipotent.

There are many things that they can't monitor and understand.

After all, humans are much more cunning than crows.

Scott isn't one to sit still, though.

It's almost June, and it's time.

"Is there any movement over there in Azkaban?" He asked Rimbaud.

Rimbaud shook his head again, "The people in there are either crazy or on the verge of madness. Travers has gone completely insane! ”

Scott lowered his eyes.

"Do it." He commanded softly, "You go yourself, and with what I gave you, I hope Travers dies as soon as possible." ”

"Are you going to kill him?" Rimbaud flapped his wings, "I know, I'll do it." ”

"Of course." Scott looked at it and laughed, "I trust you, Rimbaud. ”

Then, Scott stood up and watched Rimbaud fly away.

As long as the last Travers in Azkaban died, the Travers family's fortune became ownerless.

With the urine nature of the Ministry of Magic, and the virtue of the pure-blood families, they will probably pounce on it like a pack of hyenas that smell blood, and eat up what Travers has left behind.

At that time, the Yaxley family, who only had Travers's verbal promise, would have no leisure to come to Scott's trouble.

Such an operation was planned by Scott a long time ago.

It's just that in order to be on the safe side, he deliberately waited for this time period to execute the plan.

He had a hunch that the battle for Travers' possessions would be hilarious and attract the attention of most of the wizarding world.

Meanwhile, summer vacation at Hogwarts is just around the corner, and Scott can take advantage of the opportunity to do something as well.

Thinking about his arrangements, Scott walked through the back garden of the school and on the path that led to the castle.

Suddenly, the deformed lizard skin pouch he was hanging around his waist began to shake violently.

He quickly squeezed the opening of the leather bag, turned around and walked quickly back to the Forbidden Forest.

This time, he even walked into the Forbidden Forest, sat directly behind a bush, quickly took out his wand and cast a spell, and arranged a small hidden and soundproof place.

When he released the hand holding the bag, the opening of the bag opened automatically.

Immediately after, a small, delicate fireplace toy flew out of it and landed on the ground in front of Scott.

A faint green flame burned in a palm-sized fireplace.

"Good afternoon, Scott."

Medea's voice came with a smile.

"Good afternoon, you can force me to be contacted, Medea." Scott tried to be as calm as he could, but still gave away some of his displeasure.

"Heh......"

Medea chuckled again.

"I'm sure you're capable of handling such an emergency, boy."

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