"Let's go, let's go to London."

Scott got up and went out the door, using the Expansion Charm to increase Rimbaud's size and put it on its back.

After quietly arriving in London, he repeated his old trick of using Polyjuice Potion to change his identity and send the letter at the Owl Post Office in Diagon Lane.

Of course, because of the lesson of the last time, he did not borrow Roger's identity again, but used a passerby's hair.

After sending the letter, Scott quickly left Diagon Alley, took the subway to Charing Cross Station, and then took the train to Hastings.

There were still a few days left for the Christmas holidays, and he was ready to spend it at his home in Hastings.

The small town of Hastings is not very large, and Scott, who returns here, inevitably meets many acquaintances.

Along the way, he had to explain Michael and Amilia's departure many times.

Of course, in his mouth, Michael and Emilia have gone to North America, and he is back to see the house.

After some delay on the road, Scott finally arrived at the door.

It has not been taken care of for a year, and the garden in the yard has been almost deserted.

It's winter, and all kinds of plants are growing haphazardly, and it looks like it's depressed.

Scott walked across the yard and opened the door to the house.

The furniture in the house was covered with a white cloth, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Rimbaud, who hadn't spoken just now, finally couldn't help it, "Oh, is this your house, although it's big here, it doesn't look very good." ”

Scott could only roll up his sleeves and start cleaning.

With the presence of magic, cleaning the house was not a struggle for him, and it didn't take long for the whole house to return to its original appearance.

After going out for dinner, Scott unblocks the magic that shields his name.

When he got up the next morning and opened the door of the house, Scott found that the door was already full of gifts, and several owls clutching them were falling from the sky.

Scott smiled and moved the gifts into his room.

As in previous years, the most gifts he received were books, and there were even many duplicates.

Even the gifts given to him by the professors were notes or books.

"If you go on like this, you can open a bookstore." Rimbaud said.

Scott shrugged his shoulders helplessly and sorted the books into categories on the shelves.

Next, he began to look at the rest of the gifts, which were given by his friends.

Eddie gave a precious fountain pen, Roger gave him a couple of game CDs, and Milton gave him a book of world-famous paintings.

Harry still gave him a bag of candy, and of course, Scott gave him candy as well.

Ron still sent the greeting card, and Hermione sent the postcard.

Luna's gift comes in a large box, which Scott opens to reveal that it is the horn of an animal.

"The horns of the scimitar-horned snorer?"

Scott glanced at Luna's note, then at the corner of the box.

"It's clearly the horn of a poisonous horn." He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

It's a dangerous thing.

The horns of the venomcorn are capable of piercing everything from skin to metal, and contain a deadly liquid in the horns that will cause any object infused with the venom to explode.

"But it's a good weapon?" Scott smiled helplessly, closed the box, and placed it in his shape-shifting lizard skin pouch.

"What is this?" He looked at a wooden box next to him.

It is a black wooden box with some patterns of green leaves on it.

He took off the letter attached to the wooden box and opened it.

"Savanna?"

Scott suddenly remembered the arithmetic divination he had given to Savannah.

That girl must be going through a druid's trial.

Sawanna didn't write any of this in her letter, just simply wishing him a Merry Christmas.

Putting down the letter, Scott reached out and opened the wooden box.

Lying in the wooden box was a necklace made of animal skin rope strung with beads, animal teeth, and feathers, much like the one that Savana had once taken out that belonged to her brother.

He reached for the necklace and looked at it, but found nothing special, so he tentatively entered some magic.

But he immediately regretted it.

The whirling sight in front of him told him that he had activated a portkey.

Scott couldn't help but curse.

Careless!

But if he hadn't been able to confirm that the letter was indeed written by Sawanna, he wouldn't have been so careless.

It didn't take long for Scott's space journey to end.

Defenseless this time, he failed to land safely, but fell hard to the ground.

"What's going on!" Rimbaud shouted.

And it followed.

In the nick of time, it grabbed the necklace in Scott's hand with its claws, and was brought over by the portkey.

"I don't know." Scott said.

It was pitch black and there was no light source.

The smooth slate floor beneath him and the gap between the slabs made Scott understand that his place was artificial.

He quickly stood up and pulled out his wand as fast as he could.

In the face of such an unexpected situation, Scott did not panic too much, and he could leave him at any time with a special portkey, which gave him confidence.

Rimbaud flew over his shoulder, "Let's get out of here!" ”

"There's no need to rush."

Activating [Amputated Arm Bone] as usual, Scott uses the Illumination Charm to light up the space he's in.

He looked around, and saw that it was a stone chamber that was almost completely sealed, made of smooth stone slabs from top to bottom, front, back, and left, and nothing else.

The undying Scott walked around the wall and found that all the stone slabs were bare, with no words or patterns.

Scott raised his hand to look at the silver snake necklace wrapped around his left hand, and did not rush to leave.

He could feel that there was air circulation in the stone chamber that appeared to be sealed.

After the mana perception unfolded, Scott soon noticed something unusual, there were faint fluctuations of mana in the walls somewhere.

He followed his perception to the wall, and reached out to touch the smooth slate.

"What's wrong?" Rimbaud asked.

"Mana fluctuations."

At this point, Scott's perception became clearer.

There is something strange about the magic fluctuations within the walls.

"This wave of magic doesn't come from a wizard, and it doesn't come from a magic item."

He then pressed his wand against his head.

"Super perceptual."

Perception was further strengthened with the help of the spell, and Scott once again focused on sensing the fluctuation of magic within the wall.

"Not a magical beast, it seems to be a plant?" He muttered.

He then began to retreat until he reached another wall, and with a wave of his wand to turn off the Illumination Charm, he immediately cast another spell.

"The house is collapsing!"

"Armor protection!"

The light of the spell broke through the darkness and struck the opposite wall, causing a violent explosion.

The stone slabs on the walls were blasted open, and the flying rubble was blocked by the Iron Armor Charm in front of Scott.

He used the Illumination Charm again to light up the darkness.

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