Scott didn't have the energy to care about the thief Fletch for the time being, and he had a preconceived idea in his mind about how he should communicate with Medea.

He thought about it for a while, but his reluctance prompted him to think that maybe he could test it first......

"I'll go back to my room first."

He explained to the few people present, and went directly upstairs to the room where he lived.

After reactivating [Amputated Arm Bone], Scott pulled two wands out of his pocket.

Placing Fletsch's wand on the table, Scott raised his wand and swiped it through the air.

Strings of numbers formed by golden light appeared in the air as the tip of the wand slashed.

Scott's face was calm, his wand sliding through the air, and the numbers kept appearing.

It wasn't until the air in front of him was full of numbers that he waved his wand again.

"The law of arithmetic!"

Then, the strings of digitized dots in the air dissipated as golden dots of light, leaving individual numbers behind.

"The numbers are revealed!" Scott waved his wand again.

The numbers in the air moved.

Between the collision of numbers, small points of light continue to explode and scatter.

In a few moments, all the numbers disappeared, and a solitary [9] emerged from the point of light and flew towards Scott.

Scott reached out his left hand and grabbed the number.

The number[9] exploded in his palm, and points of light slipped from between his fingers like quicksand.

"It worked." Scott couldn't help but smile.

Did he use arithmetic divination to calculate Katie this time? Shafiq's small fireplace number.

Thanks to the fact that he had sent Rimbaud to spy on the lady.

Although he didn't get any useful information that time, it did give him the known conditions to use arithmetic divination to calculate the lady.

But strictly speaking, this information he knew was a little reluctant to calculate the number of Shafiq's small fireplace.

And Scott's calculation was successful, which can only be said to be luck.

Scott took a deep breath, walked to the desk in front of the window and sat down, pulling out the shape-shifting lizard skin bag from his trouser pocket.

Soon, he took the cardboard box containing the small fireplace and Floo powder out of the leather bag.

Opening the box of Floo Powder, Scott scooped some powder with a spoon, pushed open the door and poured Floo Powder into the fireplace.

Boom.

A tiny green flame ignited in the fireplace.

"Number 09." Scott spoke.

The green flame in the small fireplace jumped.

It wasn't long before a slightly serious female voice came from the fireplace.

"Hello, this is number 09."

Glancing at the number engraved on his little fireplace, Scott responded, "Hello, here's number 37." ”

"Number 37? Ah......" Shafiq exclaimed softly, her voice becoming much softer, "You are Mr. Trollope?" ”

The other party's respectful tone made Scott blink in surprise.

But he wisely chose to say quietly, "It's me, good evening, Miss Shafiq." ”

Shafiq immediately said, "Good evening, do you need help with anything?" ”

Scott was even more surprised.

But he still suppressed his surprise and said in a calm tone, "Yes, Miss Shafiq, I want you to tell me about Bo Jin in Tumbledown Alley?" Mr. Bock's small fireplace number. ”

"Bokin? Bork? Shafiq's tone was a little surprised, "Please wait. ”

"Okay." Scott replied flatly, his fingers unconsciously tapping into the surface of the wooden desk.

Soon, Shafiq gave the answer, "Ah! Got it! Bogin? Mr. Bock's little fireplace number is 52! ”

"Number 52, thank you, Miss Shafiq." Scott hurriedly thanked him.

Shafiq said mildly, "You're welcome, Miss Slytherin has said that if Mr. Trollope contacts me, I must do everything in my power to help you." ”

Scott raised an eyebrow.

He asked, "So, do you know the identity of any number owner?" ”

"Yes, I know the true identity of all the owners of the small fireplace number, and only I know except Ms. Slytherin."

Shafiq said proudly.

"Because of the convenience of my work, I helped Ms. Slytherin build this system."

"What an achievement, Miss Shafiq......"

Scott thanked him again and closed the small door to the fireplace.

He looked up at the moonlight outside the window and froze for a moment.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly, which really surprised him.

But obviously, he didn't have time to think about it at the moment.

Calming down, Scott opened the door of the small fireplace again and poured in another spoonful of Floo powder.

Boom.

The green flame was lit again.

"Number 52."

The flames began to jump, and Scott took a candy from the table, peeled it off, and put it in his mouth.

After a while, a somewhat old male voice came from the fire, "Hello, this is number 52. ”

"Hello, this is number 37." Scott lowered his voice and spoke with candy in his mouth, "Good evening, Mr. Bock. ”

Bock smiled and asked, "Good evening, who are you?" Is it one of our valued customers? ”

Scott deliberately said in a smiling tone, "No, I'm not your guest. ”

"Aren't you a guest?" Bock asked nonchalantly, "It's okay, I believe we have an old business relationship." ”

Scott laughed again, "That's not a good idea, Mr. Bole. ”

Bock's tone became a little impatient, "What are you looking for me?" Boy, if it's okay, it's not hard to delay my business! ”

"Mr. Bock is a well-known businessman in Tumbledown Alley." Scottra said in a long tone, "I heard...... Have you done business in Spain lately? ”

"It's normal, we have a business that spans all of Europe, and we also sell valuable goods from Asia, the Americas and Africa." Bock was not fooled at all, and instead began to boast that he had a wide range of ways to do business.

How could Scott let him get by, he smiled and said into the little fireplace, "You know I didn't mean that. ”

Bock's tone changed again.

He asked in a calm voice, "Then what do you mean?" ”

"You know it yourself." Scott said.

Bock asked in a fierce tone: "So, you also got the news and want to fight with me?" ”

"No, the map was mine, so you'll be able to find me soon." Scott said slowly.

"Hahahaha......" Bock burst into laughter from the flames in the small fireplace.

After a long time, he said in a cheerful tone: "This guest, are you begging me for mercy?" ”

"You still don't understand, I remember that the communication between the owners of the small fireplace was anonymous." Scott said flatly, "Come to think of it, how did I know your fireplace number?" ”

Bock hesitated and said, "My fireplace number?" No, this thing is not completely secret. ”

Scott laughed, "You're wrong, only one person knows the identities of all the numbered representatives except Miss Slytherin. ”

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