Early morning June 23.

Scott woke up from his sleep and still didn't want to move.

He sat at the head of the bed, turned his head to look out the window at the morning light, and listened to the birdsong in the woods.

It's just that...... This birdsong is really not pleasant, it can only be said that it is difficult to hear.

After all, the tree hut where he lived was surrounded by hundreds or thousands of crows.

After a while, the crows crowed down.

Fluttering.

The sound of flapping wings sounded intensively, and then dispersed in all directions.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the house through the open window.

The morning light shone on its body, making its black feathers with gorgeous dark stripes look even more radiant.

"A few ravens have returned from the Isle of Man and London, bringing new news from the Castle of Yaxley and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries."

Rimbaud said as he stopped on the bedside table.

"How's it going?" Scott withdrew his gaze from the window.

"One dead and one alive." Rimbaud replied, "The big one survived." ”

Scott smiled slightly, "That is, our new dueling champion Jack? Has Yaxley died? ”

Rimbaud said, "That's it. ”

Scott raised an eyebrow, "Liam? How did Yaxley survive? Can St. Mungo get rid of ricin so quickly? ”

Rimbaud said, "Their father took out a bottle of potion and fed it to the eldest one, who was later revived by St. Mungo's healer. The little one didn't drink the potion and was dead by the time he arrived at St. Mungo. ”

"It seems to be a life-saving potion treasured by the Yaxley family, and there is only one bottle." Scott guessed.

Scott was well aware that a poison that was incurable to Muggles should not be really insoluble to wizards.

It's just that there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is not easy to successfully rescue the poisoned person in a short period of time after the poison occurs.

Thankfully, Snape wasn't there last night, or he was gone by then.

Otherwise, Scott would have to work in vain.

"Let the crows keep watching." Scott said, "Watch how the Yaxley family reacts. ”

The crows are really good tipsters.

The wizards are defenseless against these ordinary birds with no magical powers, and the protective magic they set up will not target them, and they can enter and exit the wizards' territory at will.

"Of course, I've already ordered them." Rimbaud said smugly.

"And." Scott added, "Don't let too many crows show up together. ”

He was a little worried that every time something happened to him, if there were crows nearby, he would be caught by someone.

And he is obviously a wizard who likes to use crows, and even chooses to summon crows when using the Bird Charm.

After a long time, it is possible to be associated with him.

Rimbaud couldn't help but scold him, "My crows know better than you how to behave naturally. ”

"That's good."

Scott wasn't angry either, he got out of bed and began to prepare his own breakfast.

"One more thing." Rimbaud reminded him, "Today is Mr. Borgin's funeral. ”

Scott's hand movement stopped.

He wanted to see it up close.

The main thing is to confirm whether the relationship between the other members of the Burke family and this Mr. Bokin is really that intimate.

Mr. Borgin's funeral should have been easier to blend into.

After all, this gentleman runs a dark magic shop in Tumbledown Alley, and it's not unusual for him to know a lot of strange people like ghosts and snakes.

But Scott forced himself to give up on the idea.

The near-death experience in the Isle of Man made him even less inclined to take risks.

"I can only ask you to take my place, my friend." He said to Rimbaud.

After all, those ordinary crows couldn't understand something too complicated, and they couldn't see the true attitude of the other members of the Burke family towards Mr. Bogin.

Although Scott often uses a commanding tone towards Rimbaud, Rimbaud, as a "product" of Scott's Transfiguration, will essentially not refuse any of Scott's requests.

So it just complained casually and obediently set off for the funeral.

After Rimbaud left, Scott, who was alone in the cabin, spent the whole day studying the map of Lacey in his hand.

He tried to recite various Antarctic-related and unrelated secret orders, and then tried to decipher the hidden magic on the map, but all failed.

In the end, Scott had to admit that he had wasted an entire day on this damn map.

Although the map was kept in his possession through his risky efforts, it was clear that he had not gained much from it either.

After reassuring himself with excuses such as "the time was wrong" and "the opportunity has not come", Scott put the map back away.

He didn't carry it with him, but left it in the room hidden by the Loyalty Charm.

In a sense, it was safer than in his shape-shifting lizard skin bag.

After putting away the map, Scott suddenly remembered that the thief Fletch's shape-shifting lizard leather bag was also in his hand, and he had not opened it yet, so he quickly found the dirty and dusty leather bag.

At this point, Fletch was dead, and he was able to open the bag without any problems.

But Scott's untie of the pouch stopped abruptly.

After thinking about it, he used the prop to block the trace's contract effect again, and then waved his wand and cast a protective spell on the floor.

He simply sat cross-legged on the floor and slowly cast an iron spell in front of him.

After doing this, he finally stretched out his hand to untie the rope at the mouth of the leather bag, poured the contents of the leather bag directly on the floor, and quickly threw away the leather bag and withdrew his hand.

His caution proved useful.

The stuff poured out of the leather bag was piled up on Scott's already sparse floor.

The moment they appeared, several magical attacks of different colors spread out in all directions.

The magic of these auto-attacks swept through like a hurricane, turning the hut into a mess.

Scott, who had a protective spell and an iron armor charm, survived.

He grabbed a long branch and pushed the pile off the floor as he began to count the thief Fletch's net worth.

It is worth noting that the magic items that automatically launched an automatic attack after coming out of the pouch have all shattered, leaving piles of scrap on the floor.

Scott cleared out the Golden Galleon that Fletch was carrying.

There are more than 200 gold galleons, more than 100 silver sicos, and more than 100 bronze nats.

Scott was immediately satisfied.

It seems that the thief Jane is quite a profitable underground businessman.

He took all the coins to the other side and began to carefully identify the contents that had been poured out of the pouch one by one.

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