Over the next few days, Scott spent most of his time drawing.

It was originally a lifelong interest, and he soon found the original pleasure from it, and even some indulgence.

He often shuttles through the forest with his painting tools, looking for satisfactory materials to sketch.

Sometimes it's a landscape, sometimes it's some kind of animal.

As time passed, more and more paintings hung on the walls inside the wooden house.

I have to say that it is a great blessing to have a mentor like Ravenclaw.

As Scott found real joy in drawing, he received positive feedback.

His thinking has also become clearer, and he has never been emotionally out of control again, but has an indescribable sense of transparency.

The feeling is very mysterious, like tearing off a thin veil covering the eyes, and it is also like sweeping away the dust in the soul.

Of course, in addition to painting, communication with the sailor's astrolabe is also a daily must-do homework.

A few days passed, and the mutilated star map filled in some more content.

In addition to this, he also takes some time out of his day to keep an eye out for general changes in the situation in the wizarding world.

This relied mainly on the newspapers and the news that Rimbaud led the crows to investigate.

"It's getting more and more lively."

It was another morning, and Scott put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

The biggest news of the day was the resignation of Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

His current reputation is controversial because he can't explain why his son, Barty Crouch Jr., who should have died long ago in Azkaban, reappeared.

Moreover, the Department of International Magical Cooperation did not elect a new director in time, resulting in the department now being leaderless.

Scott was a little curious, with the current turbulent and chaotic situation of the British Ministry of Magic, the Triwizard Tournament, which was supposed to be jointly promoted by the Ministries of Magic of several countries, might not be so easy to hold on time.

It's not just the UK, because the headmaster is the Death Eater traitor Karkaroff, and now that Voldemort is resurrected, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is also a member of the top three, is bound to be affected.

But it's still early......

Retracting his divergent thoughts, Scott quickly settled the breakfast on the table.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew into the house through the window and stopped at the small dining table.

"You're finally back." Scott laughed, "How's that?" ”

Rimbaud shook his head.

"Except for those wizards who have positions in the Ministry of Magic who are still working normally, there is no news of Medea and other members of the Witchcraft Order, and no one knows where Medea is hiding now."

"And rightfully so." Scott was not surprised by the result.

Rimbaud added, "Voldemort and the Death Eaters are also silent, but Voldemort should still be at Malfoy Manor." ”

"Didn't Voldemort actually have a follow-up......

Scott tapped his fingers on the table.

He had wanted to see if Voldemort could find Medea.

Rimbaud muttered, "Who knows what those people are planning." ”

Scott shrugged his shoulders.

All he knew was that the Ministry of Magic was now dominated by Ms. Burns' faction.

Their idea should be to elect a new minister as soon as possible and fully integrate their forces so that they can strike at the other two forces.

Of course, Ms. Burns's faction is also seriously underwhelming.

Those people, even with Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, were enough to get the Dementors' rebellious Azkaban back on track.

Not to mention, they also need a large number of men to serve as guards for Azkaban after the Dementors leave, preventing Voldemort from potentially robbing the prison again.

Scott wasn't too bullish on that.

Unless Dumbledore could stay in Azkaban at all times, no one would be able to stop Voldemort if he moved again.

If Scott had been given the decision, he would have chosen to have the Death Eaters in Azkaban put to death outright, or they would have been completely incapacitated.

Just like he did with Mr. Baldur, with a simple and crude amnesia spell, turn them all into idiots.

As Scott pondered, Rimbaud had a new piece of news.

"By the way, your headmaster, Dumbledore, seems to have gone abroad."

"Going abroad?"

"I heard people discussing...... Anyway, oh I remember, it's the International Confederation of Wizards that is about to meet. ”

"The International Confederation of Wizards?"

The International Confederation of Wizards is an intergovernmental organization in the wizarding world, roughly equivalent to the United Nations in the Muggle world.

Scott didn't know much about this, except that Dumbledore was also the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

He thought about it, this should be something that the "original" did not appear.

Of course, he couldn't think of anything to do.

"Forget it, let's go sketching."

Scott saddled his sketchpad, lifted his toolbox, and rode out on his broomstick.

This time he set the sketch location on the cliff where he had buried the Animagus potion.

It's just that as soon as he and Rimbaud arrived at the cliff, they met an uninvited guest-

An owl in charge of delivering letters.

Scott reached for the letter and found it in a blank envelope.

Wary of this, Scott chooses to hand over the work of opening the letter to the Transfiguration product.

However, this is just an ordinary letter.

It's just that the person who sent him the letter surprised Scott.

The letter was sent by William Brown, a Ravenclaw graduate in the third year of Biscott.

William, who had aspired to be a lawyer, joined the Witch Society after graduation and participated in the battle in Azkaban that night.

William, of course, was lucky not to lose his life.

Scott and William originally had a good relationship, but then they had a holiday.

Scott invites William to defend one of Hagrid's lawsuits, but William tries to bring Scott to Medea with a letter that hides the trap.

Although it was strange that William would write to himself, Scott read the very short letter at a glance.

Once again, William wanted to meet him.

This time, however, the meeting took place in London, in Muggle territory.

Scott looked at the handwriting on the parchment and rubbed his temples.

In order to show that he was harmless this time, William even wrote his home address, and used a requesting tone in the letter.

This made Scott, who had planned to ignore it, hesitate a little.

He wasn't afraid that William would deceive himself, whether it was William's home or not, he just needed to check it secretly.

After thinking about it, Scott made a quick decision.

It's a bit risky, but it's not a big problem, he needs to get some news of Medea from William.

"Let's go, to London."

Decided later. Scott stood up and placed the sketchpad and toolbox in the shapeshifting lizard's leather pouch.

He then transforms into a peregrine falcon and flies with Rimbaud in the direction of London.