Scott walked into the Forbidden Forest.

In his magical perception, Grapeland stood still.

At the same time, he could feel the lady's gaze staring at him all the time.

But Grapeland didn't say anything more, and Scott didn't look back.

He walked a distance towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and after using his magic perception to confirm that there was no one around, he injected magic into the silver snake necklace on his left wrist, and instantly jumped the distance of space.

In the blink of an eye, Scott was already standing in the depths of the forest, far from the Forbidden Forest, in the crow's territory surrounded by oak trees.

"Gah! Quack ......"

His sudden appearance alarmed the crows in the oak trees around him, and in an instant, ugly cries began one after another.

"Quack ......"

Several crows flew down from the trees and circled around him.

"Isn't Rimbaud here?" Scott spoke, "Go and call it back." ”

"Quack ......"

The crows apparently understood what he meant, and after a few calls, they flew straight into the air.

Scott looked up as they disappeared from his sight, then took his broomstick from the shape-shifting lizard's pouch and flew towards the top of the largest oak tree.

When he reached a certain height, the oak hut, hidden by magic, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Scott settled on the wooden floor under the eaves, making a few clear footprints on the dust.

He put down the broom in his hand, took out his wand and began to clean it.

Fortunately, the inside of the cabin was much cleaner than the outside, and the size of the house was small, so he quickly completed the cleaning work.

Taking the futon out of the cupboard and making the bed, Scott lay down on the bed with his head on his arm.

Just as he was emptying his brain and falling asleep, he suddenly felt a vibration in his chest.

Scott was instantly sober.

He sat up and took the Scholars Alliance's ID card from the pocket lining his robe with a novel expression.

The card continued to shake briefly in his hand, then fell silent again.

Scott was curious to input the magic, and the card in his hand began to swell, turning into [Book of Prometheus].

When he opened the book, he saw an owl with simple lines on the blank page, with its swift wings and a letter in its mouth.

Scott raised an eyebrow and held out his finger to point at some of the cute owls.

The line-drawn owl let go of its beak, and the letter began to fall.

The letter was automatically opened as it fell, and the letter flew out and enlarged instantly, quickly filling the entire page.

[Hello Scott Trollope.]

Welcome to the Scholars Alliance.

Sorry, just now, Stephanie told me about you.

Yes, you're right, and I think the smart ones have guessed it - it wasn't Stephanie's decision to recruit you into the Scholars League, it was my idea. ］

Seeing this, Scott let out a soft "tsk".

The guy behind Stephanie Graplan, can't wait to jump out?

He continued to read with curiosity.

[Although we haven't met, I know you well and appreciate you.] ］

"It's a mystery." Scott couldn't help but mutter.

[I know, maybe you won't believe it, but I really know you.]

Including some of the things you've done. ］

Although Scott still didn't believe the other party's words, his mood was inevitably a little solemn.

[But don't worry, as I said, I admire you, so I'm not going to do anything bad to you.]

Anyway, I just wanted to say hi to you this time.

You are a smart and gifted child, and I hope we can get along well in the future.

B•B］

Scott looked at the letter on the page, and didn't move for a moment.

He was thinking about what the other person was saying, trying to determine if the other person really knew something.

He looked back at his secrets and wondered if there was a chance that someone would find out.

It is undeniable that the things he has done, especially the murders, are not completely flawless, and it is possible that some clues will be discovered.

But after thinking about it, he felt that no one could come up with evidence against him.

Thinking about this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Some suspicions were not there, and after Travers's death, the veteran Auror Kingsley Shackleer had doubted him.

But as long as there is no evidence, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

Scott looked out the window at the weather, got up from the bed, and walked to the desk with [The Book of Prometheus] in his arms and sat down.

He looked at the letter on the page again, thought about it, and closed it directly.

He was not prepared to respond.

At this time, no matter how he responds, he will fall into the rhythm of the other party.

Whether he asks the other party's identity or tests what the other party knows, the other party will take the initiative.

And think about it the other way around......

The other party asked Grapeland to recruit him into the Scholars Alliance, and after he saw that Grappland was not the one in charge, he took the initiative to contact him, and even deliberately wrote some seemingly ambiguous words in the letter......

All kinds of behaviors show that the other party is plotting against him.

In this case, Scott felt that he did not need to be in a hurry, but that the calmer he was, the better.

Now it's up to you to see who can't hold your breath first.

No matter what the other party wants from him, there will be a day when the fox's tail will be exposed.

Thinking of this, he smiled and decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

He closed the [Book of Prometheus] and let it turn back into a card, then took a piece of parchment from the shapeshifting lizard's skin pouch and began to read.

This was the last time he had exchanged credits for knowledge about the Animagus.

In fact, regarding the advanced human transfiguration technique of Animagus, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, Scott's preparation has been almost done.

Whether it was the principles of magic or the ritual steps, he already knew it by heart.

The reason why he hasn't started trying it yet is just that he wants to be a little more secure.

In addition, there is one of the most direct reasons -

His Patronus Charm still hasn't been cast in its entirety.

In fact, he knew the reason why he couldn't release it completely.

Releasing the Patronus Charm requires mobilizing his happiest memories and channeling the release of the spell with emotions, but Scott always feels like something is missing when he mobilizes his emotions.

In conclusion, having memories of past lives is not all good for Scott.

Of course, the worst thing is that this time-traveled memory gives him a troublesome identity as a [non-existent person].

In addition to this biggest trouble, this memory also caused him some minor distress as he studied the spell.

It's like his choice of "the happiest memory" in the process of releasing the Patronus Charm.

When he first learned this spell, he would subconsciously begin to mobilize those happy memories of his past life.

But for some reason, the joyful emotions brought by those memories are like scratching the itch in the boots, and the guidance of the spell is minimal.

Later, when Scott chooses the happy memories that belong to this life, he releases the Patronus Charm and it starts to go smoothly-

He was able to summon an illusory silver sphere of smoke without any problems.

It's just that, due to some of his unknown struggles, he has never been able to cross the last step.

Although Scott knew very well that he could succeed as long as he fully identified with who he was in this life, made his past life completely a thing of the past, and treated that memory as a dream, he never managed to do so.

More precisely, he failed to make a decisive choice.

When this was discovered, Scott was a little incredulous.

Because he has always felt that he is in a good state of mind, and even thinks that he quickly identified with his new identity after his brain could think as a baby.

But what he didn't expect was that there was still the last trace of hypocrisy in his subconscious, and this hypocrisy was not completely exposed until he began to learn the Patronus Charm.

And at this moment, after receiving a "letter" of unknown origin and meaning, Scott suddenly thought about it.

He decided to abandon that pretentiousness completely.

"Speaking of which, I have been reincarnated, the past life is the past life, this life is the present life, and this life is not a continuation of the previous life."

What he spoke was Chinese, Mandarin.

"But from now on, no, in fact, since I was born 15 years ago, I am no longer Wei Xi."

"Wei Xi is dead...... "The language that came out of his mouth naturally changed," Iam Scott· Trollope.”

After saying this to himself, Scott slowly stood up, pulled out his wand, and waved it slowly.

At the same time, those happy memories naturally came to his mind.

It was with his parents, Michael and Amilia.

"Divine Guard!"

Scott chanted a spell as he waved his wand.

In the silver smoke that erupted, a sturdy figure spread its wings and flew around, circling around him at a very fast speed, pulling out afterimages.

Scott laughed.

Speaking of which, he didn't know why what he had just done was so effective.

Maybe life really needs some sense of ritual.

Intrigued by his Patronus's appearance, Scott began to hit the spirit to slow the figure down.

The Patronus's flight speed soon began to decrease, and Scott finally saw it for what it really was.

He knew the animal that wasn't very common.

It was a majestic-looking eagle or, more accurately, a peregrine falcon.

He also remembers what he had read in books about peregrine falcons as the fastest medium-sized birds of prey in the eagle family, reaching a maximum speed of 418 kilometers per hour.

Looking at the streamlined posture of the somewhat illusory silver peregrine falcon in front of him, Scott smiled with satisfaction.

If nothing else, this raptor, known for its flight speed, will also be in his Animagus form.

He has the advantage of being able to fly, and he can also have speed at the same time, which he is very satisfied with.

"Scott!"

At this moment, a black shadow flew in from the open door of the wooden house at a very fast speed, and stopped in front of him in an instant.

It's Rimbaud back.

"How did you get here?"

Rimbaud said, glancing curiously at Scott's Patronus.

"What kind of magic is this?" It asked, somewhat unhappily, "Why didn't you conjure up a raven?" ”