In the morning, Scott, who woke up from his bed, walked to the small desk and pushed open the window, then sat back on the bed and clicked on the [magic mirror].

The Malfoy Manor in the surveillance footage still looks peaceful.

Scott began to speed up the replay of the surveillance "video" he had stored while he was sleeping, and with the [Magic Mirror] in his hand, he walked to the kitchenette on the other side of the cabin, poured himself a glass of milk, and drank it as he watched.

At this moment, Rimbaud flew into the house through the window.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Scott glanced up at it, then lowered his head to continue watching the "video".

"By the way, today is July 30th."

He thought about it for a moment.

"Tomorrow is Harry's birthday, and I need you to send me a gift at the Owl Post Office in Hogsmeade."

"No problem."

Scott's gaze remained on the mirror in his hand while frowning slightly.

He thought it was a little strange because Voldemort never reacted to the death of the Caro siblings.

He thought about it for a moment and felt that there were only two possibilities.

One is that Voldemort doesn't care about the lives and deaths of his men at all.

But this may have been quickly vetoed by Scott.

The situation facing Voldemort today is very different from what he did in the "original book".

His enemies include Medea and the Witch Society, who want to devour him, as well as Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, who have been fighting against him.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Voldemort to allow his Death Eaters to be killed for no reason.

Then there is only the second possibility.

At this time, Voldemort probably won't have time to do anything.

So what exactly is Voldemort doing at Malfoy Manor, and has he not fully regained his strength?

Scott was a little curious.

At this moment, he even thought about revealing the news of Voldemort to Medea's side, so that she could test the temptation.

But he held back the thought.

After all, Scott knew very well that his worst enemies were Medea and his daughter, not Voldemort.

Scott was not happy to see Medea succeed in defeating Voldemort and devouring the souls of the other party before recovering further and gaining greater power.

"What are you thinking?"

Perhaps out of curiosity, Rimbaud asked.

Scott didn't hide anything from Rimbaud, so he told his thoughts.

Rimbaud asked again, "Are you sure?" What if Voldemort could defeat Medea after regaining his strength? ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen Medea."

Scott said.

"I only know that she is not as strong as Dumbledore when she has just recovered, and if she hadn't taken the oath and used the huge magic and special portkey contained in Hogwarts Castle, she would not have been able to escape that time."

He stretched out his finger and tapped [Magic Mirror] to bring up the "video" of the battle in Little Hangton Village.

"Later, she sacrificed several Horcruxes, and her strength seems to have increased, but it still can't match Dumbledore."

But Voldemort could.

In Scott's impression, if Voldemort recovered, his strength would not be much worse than Dumbledore's.

In short, it will be stronger than Medea.

Scott took a sip of the milk in the glass, put down the glass, and took out another piece of bread that had been left over from the previous day.

"It seems...... All I have to do now is wait. He said vaguely, "Wait for the day when Voldemort regains his strength and then goes to Azkaban to rob the prison." ”

He guessed that it would be a lively day.

Because both Medea and Dumbledore seemed to be staring at the island that was used as a prison.

"But before that......"

He swallowed the food in his mouth, a smile curling into his mouth.

"I want to get to the bottom of the mystery of Mr. Bode first."

After a hasty breakfast, Scott rummaged around himself before deciding on a white bone shard carved with a magic circuit for Harry's birthday.

"That's it, this is what I got after analyzing [amputated arm bone] last semester." Scott said, "Dragonbone making allows Harry, who has to live in London for the summer, to use magic freely...... Half an hour, without worrying about being recorded by the Ministry of Magic. ”

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course, due to the limited level of alchemy, this is only a one-off. Well...... I think our savior should be able to grasp this rare opportunity. ”

Taking out a pen and writing a letter, Scott handed it to Rimbaud in a sturdy brown paper envelope along with a thin piece of bone, along with a small bag containing coins.

Rimbaud grabbed the envelope and money bag and flew out.

Half an hour later, Rimbaud returned to the Oak Lodge with some food.

"Thank you."

By this time, Scott was fully dressed.

"I'd like to go for myself, Azkaban." He said.

Ranpo, who had laid down his food, flew again in surprise.

"What did you say?" It was amazed.

Scott repeated, "I'm going to Azkaban. ”

"Are you crazy?" Rimbaud said, "It's not like you at all, you never put yourself in danger. ”

"But this time it won't be dangerous." Scott said.

He was still curious as to why Mr. Bode had set his sights on him, and why he knew so many things that others had overlooked.

"But ......," Rimbaud still seemed to think his decision was a bit crazy.

"I didn't think it on a whim." Scott put on his hood and smiled lightly, "It just so happens that a few professors seem to have forgotten...... Anyway, no one reminded me that I should go to the Ministry of Magic to register my Animagus. ”

He certainly didn't really think that the professors would forget about it.

He thought that the professors might just no longer trust the now chaotic Ministry of Magic, so they tacitly turned a blind eye.

"Gone."

Without giving Rimbaud a chance to refute, Scott transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew out of the open windows of the cabin.

"Wait for me!"

Rimbaud could only fly out after him.

Scott opened his mouth and chirped, signaling Rimbaud to lead the way, and Rimbaud obediently sped up his flight.

The ravens and peregrine falcons rushed out of the forest one after the other, turning their heads and heading north.

They flew through forests, fields, seas, and finally reached the black island in the cold northern sea.

Scott spread his wings and weaved through the gray clouds, his eyes sharpened as he looked at the small islands below.

The island, like the one he had seen in Rimbaud's memory, looked cold and heavy.

A tattered black fortress stood on the island, countless black mist Dementors dragging long cloaks and swirling in the air around the fortress.

"I'll go down first." Rimbaud said, "I'll let you know when I find a target." ”

Scott nodded.

Rimbaud retracted his wings and swooped down in a straight line.

Scott watched as it fell as fast as it could, through the Dementors, into the massive triangular gap at the top of the Black Fortress.

After seeing Rimbaud enter the prison without any problems, in order to regain some strength, Scott always stretched his wings and rode the wind to hover and glide in the air.

He waited for half an hour or so before Rimbaud flew up from below again.

"I've found my target." It said to Scott, "You...... Are you really going down? ”

Scott let out a shout of affirmation.

Rimbaud hovered with him in the wind, "But...... I think the wizard surnamed Black escaped from here with the Animagus, how do you know the Ministry of Magic hasn't rearranged the prison for this? ”

Scott certainly thought about that.

But as far as he knew, the wizards had no other means of targeting the Animagus than taking matters into their own hands.

Unable to answer Rimbaud's question, he flew straight down.

Rimbaud could only follow behind him.

Scott followed the example of Rimbaud just now, retracted his wings, and fell vertically with his head down.

He made his way through layers of gray clouds, thick and thin, and quickly approached the towering black fortress below.

As his body weaved through the wandering Dementors, it was like passing through bone-chilling icy water.

Finally, when he entered the inside of the fortress and spread his wings again and hovered, his body slowly regained its warmth.

At this point, Rimbaud came to his side, and with a quack, it flew with a clear purpose towards one of the countless corridors below.

Scott hurried after it.

They weaved through the winding and dark corridors, passing one cell after another with iron doors closed, listening to the crazy murmurs of the prisoners to the end of the corridor.

"Gah!"

Rimbaud gestured for a position and stopped at the stone window at the end of the hallway.

Scott flew up and stopped in the small window above the iron door of the cell, looking into the dark interior.

Even with peregrine falcon's sharper eyes than humans, he could only see the outline of a human figure.

It's just that......

The man in the cell was not as mad or weak as the other prisoners, he was leaning against the stone wall, looking up at the small window that was shining through.

"I didn't expect there to be guests here." Mr. Bode spoke.

He looked at Scott in the small window, and his voice was still smiling, "It's still a little special guest." ”

Scott tilted his head and did not react to his words.

"Uh-huh, who are you?" Mr. Bode asked.

Scott still didn't respond.

Mr. Bode seemed to lose interest, and stopped speaking, instead turning his head to look at the small window on the outside of the fort.

Scott stared at him for a while, but the gentleman remained motionless like a statue.

And so, after some time, Scott exited from the small window and flew to the window where Rimbaud was and looked around.

After noticing that the Dementors weren't approaching, Scott landed on the stone slab in the hallway floor and silently returned to his human form.

He took out a glass test tube from the deformed lizardskin pouch around his waist and threw it through the small window above the iron door, throwing it into the cell.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The sound of glass shattering was heard inside the cell, followed by Mr. Bode's coughing.

Soon, white smoke filled the gap under the iron door.

Scott immediately transformed into a peregrine falcon again, and flew out through the stone window where Rimbaud was standing, and came to the outside of the fort.

Of course, the Dementors who seemed to be wandering unconscious still didn't notice him.

Scott and Rimbaud endured the icy aura around the Dementors and flew around the fortress walls together.

Scott looked at the fort with a sharp eye at the same time.

After a lap, Scott estimated that the smoke in the cell had cleared, and flew back into the hallway through the stone window.

He stopped again in the small window on the iron door and peered into the cell.

Mr. Bode was still sitting against the wall, his head bowed as if to indicate that he had fallen into a coma.

But Scott didn't take it lightly.

He flew down to the ground again, turning back into his human form, pulling out a block of wood and a wand.

Silently, he turned the wooden block into a peregrine falcon that matched his own image of Animagus, and watched as the peregrine falcon flew up and burrowed into the prison through a small window.

Leaning his back against the rough stone wall, he lightly pulled out the [Magic Mirror], turned off its sound, and watched the real-time images coming out of the peregrine falcon on the mirror.

The peregrine falcon created by Scott's Transfiguration flew around the pitch-black prison several times before landing directly on Mr. Bode's shoulder, with his head down.

Mr. Bode remained unmoved.

The peregrine falcon stretched out a sharp claw and grabbed at Mr. Bode's eye.

"You win, little one."

Mr. Bode suddenly reached out his hands and caught the peregrine falcon, and said in a helpless tone.

He was really pretending to be unconscious.

Scott's eyes narrowed, he couldn't figure out how a potion that was enough to stun a Thestrals could fail.

In the mirror, the captured peregrine falcon struggled.

It struck at Mr. Bode with its sharp beak and claws.

But Mr. Balde didn't seem like a wizard tormented by Dementors in Azkaban, grabbing the peregrine falcon's feet with one hand and choking its neck with the other.

"Still not returning to human form?" Scott heard him chuckle, "If it doesn't change, I'll break your neck." ”

Of course, the peregrine falcon could not transform into a human form, so it could only struggle harder.

Scott put the [Magic Mirror] in his hand back into the shapeshifting lizard's leather pouch, then turned around.

The black cloak on his body lifted up like giant wings, slowly floating upwards with his body.

At the same time, he slowly drew his wand and silently cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

"Since you don't want to see me as I am, don't blame me."

Rising to a certain height, Scott looked directly into the cell through the small window.

He deliberately levitated sideways, not blocking the light from the small window.

At this point, Mr. Bode was clearly not joking, he had already done it directly.

Click.

It was the sound of the peregrine falcon's neck bone breaking.

At the same time, Scott held out his hand.

A spell struck Mr. Balde firmly as he was stunned.

With so much to ask the gentleman, Scott didn't use the lethal spells.

And, in order to prevent Mr. Bode from disguising again, Scott did not choose the Stun Charm, but instead used the Petrification Charm, which could accurately determine whether the curse was being hit or not, both by physical observation and magical perception.

After learning from Tutor Ravenclaw and Professor Flitwick, Scott's petrification spell has gone further than the original "Total Body Binding Charm".

It's not as good as the basilisk's stare, but Amycus Caro, who was previously reduced to shards, has proven how good the spell can be.

Mr. Bode's body stiffened completely, and the peregrine falcon in his hand, whose neck had been pinched, turned into a broken piece of wood and fell to the stone slab on the ground.

However, even at this point, Scott still has no intention of going directly into the inside of the prison.

He pulled out his treasured elixir and used Transfiguration to make a peregrine falcon again, allowing it to grab the open elixir and enter the prison, where he poured it into Mr. Baldur's stiff mouth with great difficulty.

At this point, Scott finally put his mind at ease.

He believed that no one could resist the effects of the elixir.