That night, Scott just hastily ate some cookies for dinner.

Rimbaud said, "You should buy some food in that town." ”

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "I forgot. ”

"Where's the thief?" Rimbaud asked, "Aren't you afraid that he will starve to death?" ”

Scott said unconcernedly, "Wizards don't starve to death so easily, if you're worried, you can ask the crows to feed him some bugs." ”

After eating the biscuits, he climbed on the roof of the wooden house and opened the water tank.

"Clear water is like a spring."

A steady stream of clear water flowed from the tip of his wand and soon filled the entire tank.

"So I can get a good shower."

The night passed.

As the sun of Ascension warmed the forest, Scott, dressed in his pajamas, sat on the floor at the door of the cabin and stretched.

"Good morning, Rimbaud."

He looked up and smiled at Rimbaud as he flew over.

"I think you need these."

Rimbaud threw a bunch of wild fruits in his arms and landed on the windowsill.

"Thank you."

Scott picked up the wild fruit and sniffed it, got up and went into the house, washed the fruit and tasted it.

"It's a little sour." He frowned, "But it's better than nothing." ”

At this time, Rimbaud shouted outside the house, "Scott, a crow has returned, a crow that went to Tumbledown Alley!" ”

Scott put the wild fruit on a plate and walked back to the door and sat down.

A crow flew over and stopped on the floor under the windowsill, quacking for a long time at the Ranpo on the windowsill.

Rimbaud chirped a few times, and the crow flew away.

Rimbaud said to Scott, "The crows didn't find Bogin? Where is Bock's home, he left from the fireplace in the store after the store closes at night. ”

"It's a little tricky......" Scott leaned his back against the doorframe as he ate the wild fruit.

"It's really not easy, the crows can only watch him from outside the store, including me." "I don't think it's a good idea to just enter that store. ”

Scott nodded in agreement, and then said, "It's not impossible." ”

"Do you have any good ideas?" Rimbaud asked curiously.

Scott turned his head to look at it, "Transfiguration can make this possible, allowing the poison to fly into his mouth on its own. ”

Rimbaud tilted his head, "The kind of poison that killed Travers?" ”

"Ricin." Scott stood up again, "Let me try!" ”

He walked into the cabin with some eagerness and sat down at his desk.

Rimbaud flew into the room and stopped at a lamp to look at him curiously.

Scott placed a piece of parchment on his desk and pulled out a shape-shifting lizard skin pouch from which he retrieved a sealed potion bottle and a few candies.

"You're going to poison with candy?" Rimbaud said, "I'm not optimistic about this approach. ”

Scott didn't answer.

He carefully peeled off the candy and removed the translucent layer of glutinous rice paper that wrapped the candy.

"That's what I need." He folded a number of pieces of glutinous rice paper and put them neatly, "It melts in the mouth, and it is best as a poison skin." ”

Rimbaud was stunned, "You're terrible, my friend. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, my friend."

Scott replied casually, putting on a pair of medical masks and dragon skin gloves to keep out poisons.

He carefully scraped off the wax that sealed the potion bottle, used Transfiguration to turn the stem of the wild fruit into a small spoon, scooped out the white powder from the potion bottle and poured it on the glutinous rice paper.

A total of more than a dozen folded pieces of glutinous rice paper were poured with enough lethal white powder by him.

After that, he sealed the vial again and set it aside.

Next, he folded several pieces of glutinous rice paper with an unusually gentle motion, turning them into small medicine packets.

"Next is the key ......"

Scott took off his dragonskin gloves, gripped his wand, and cast one of his favorite transfiguration charms.

A small medicine bag on parchment suddenly turned into a giant flying midge.

Scott's wand in his hand was dotted, and a dozen or so small medicine packets all turned into flying midges.

A dozen or so extraordinarily large flying midges crawled around on the parchment, and under Scott's manipulation, they did not fly.

Rimbaud looked down at all of this and asked, puzzled, "What's the use of that?" Could it be that Mr. Bock is as fond of eating bugs as the crows? ”

"No, it's not done yet."

Scott's wand waved again in succession, and he said "shrink quickly" more than a dozen times in his mouth.

The light of the spell shrouded the midge's body, turning a bug the size of a fly into a small black dot that was barely visible to the naked eye.

Rimbaud craned his neck and stared curiously at the small black dots that moved, "Do they really fly into Bock's mouth automatically?" ”

"That's right." "They all like to get into people's nostrils or mouths, except mine, of course. ”

This is the pattern of behavior he set for these midges when he cast the Transfiguration Charm.

He said to Rimbaud, "So, you just need to find a Bokin?" There were no customers in the Bock shop, so he put the little ones into the store when he was alone, and just waited. ”

"No problem." Rimbaud agreed, "I can do this." ”

"So ......"

Scott waved his wand, and the parchment immediately turned into a matchbox, containing the tiny flying midges.

"Then I'm sorry for you, my friend. I will be here waiting for you to bring good news. ”

He pulled out another bronze nat.

"And don't forget today's Daily Prophet."

Rimbaud grabbed the matchbox and the bronze nut, and said to Scott helplessly: "Although in general, I can help you, but you are also in too much trouble. ”

"I'm sorry." Scott smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

"It's nothing to me."

Rimbaud grabbed something and flew out of the window.

Scott stood up and used the Movement Charm to move the dragonskin gloves and small spoon that had been in contact with the poison outside the house.

"The flames are blazing!"

The flames burned violently, and the little spoon was quickly burned, but the dragon skin gloves only became new in the scorching flames.

Scott extinguished the flame and tucked the gloves away in a small cardboard box.

He intended to use it only when he was in contact with poison.

The rest of the day, he began to write his summer homework while waiting for Rimbaud's return.

When he finished writing a paper assigned by the Potions professor, Rimbaud returned with the crows he had sent out to monitor.

"Did it go well?"

Scott took Rimbaud's Daily Prophet.

"Anyway, I have completed the commission you gave me!" Rimbaud said proudly, "Bogin, the famous shopkeeper in Tumbledown Lane? Bock is dead, he's dead on the counter! ”

The boulder in Scott's heart finally landed, revealing a genuine smile.

Rimbaud begins to tell Scott about what happened.

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