At noon, Scott arrived at the West Brompton neighborhood in London at the address William had written, and landed on the roof of a department store.

The roof of the building was empty, and Scott turned into a human form.

He walked to the edge of the roof and looked down.

William's family lived in a neighborhood near the building, separated only by a small park, and he could now clearly see the rows of residential buildings in that neighborhood.

"Why don't you just go over there?" Rimbaud asked.

"For the sake of insurance, let's investigate before making a decision."

Scott smiled, activated [amputated arm bone], and pulled out his wand and mirror.

In front of the mirror, he once again transformed himself into the blonde-haired, bronzed teenager.

He gave Rimbaud a few words, then turned and walked to the locked door on the top floor.

"Alajo Cave Open."

Opening the door with a lockpicking charm, Scott, dressed in a Muggle costume, blends in smoothly into the mall's customers.

After a round on the top floor, Scott, who found the elevator, went straight down to the first floor and walked out of the mall.

On the street, listening to the sound of cars passing by, watching the pedestrians coming and going around him, feeling the excitement of the city, Scott, who has lived alone in the forest for more than ten days, has a feeling that he has not felt for a long time.

In an instant, he had some enlightenment.

While many wizards prefer to live in isolation, that may not be a good thing.

This is probably what makes many wizards weird and insane.

As a Muggle-born wizard, being in contact with a crowd doesn't make Scott feel uncomfortable, it makes him feel a little lighter.

Standing at the intersection, Scott looked up and smiled lightly, and after seeing the streetlights change, he followed the crowd across the sidewalk.

Walking into the small park on the side of the street, he saw Rimbaud parked on a tree.

Waving at Rimbaud, Scott ignored the eyes of others and walked through the park with cheerful steps, approaching the residential community on the other side of the park.

"Excuse me, ma'am, may I ask ......"

He walked up to an elderly lady with silver hair and spoke politely.

"Does the Brown family live in this community? Oh, I'm a classmate of William Brown. ”

The lady looked up slowly, pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked at him with a scripping look.

Scott immediately gave her a smile.

He had observed it in the mirror, and unlike his own cold facial features, the face he had changed his face now smiled exceptionally sunny and full of affinity.

Probably infected by his smile, the lady's expression softened.

"This is the place where William's family lives on the 26th." She answered Scott's questions truthfully.

"Great! Thank you, ma'am! ”

Scott hurriedly thanked him politely.

After saying goodbye to the lady, he asked several people in the neighborhood one after another, and they all received positive answers.

Only then did he determine that it was true that William had given him the address.

But even if he was sure of this, he did not rush to the door, but turned back to the park and sat on a bench at the edge of the woods.

Rimbaud flew down from the tree and stopped on the back of the bench.

Scott pulled out the note he had prepared and handed it to Rimbaud, "Go to Brown's house at number 26." ”

Rimbaud nodded, grabbed the note and flew away.

Scott sat comfortably on a bench in the shade of a tree, his magical perception unfolding secretly, waiting for William's arrival.

More than ten minutes later, William, who was sweating profusely, hurried into the park.

Of course, he didn't recognize Scott, who had been disguised, so he could only keep pacing, looking around anxiously.

Scott beckoned to him as he looked over again.

William looked at him hesitantly.

Scott beckoned again.

With a wary expression, William walked up to Scott step by step.

He wiped a handful of sweat from his head and looked at Scott's face with unfamiliar eyes, "Are you?" ”

"It's me." Scott spoke.

William's eyes widened, "You ......"

"Shh

Scott put his finger to his mouth, stopping him from blurting out the words.

William's expression changed, and he looked at Scott's face carefully.

"He wasn't born with a disguised magus, but he was able to use human transfiguration so finely."

He sighed.

"It's you."

"Thanks for the compliment." Scott smiled and said, "Did you ask me to meet me to say something?" ”

William had a bitter smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." He said, "I think I should apologize to you solemnly." ”

Scott raised an eyebrow, "Ah, that thing?" ”

William nodded.

"I won't say any excuses or reasons, that incident is that I am sorry for you."

His gaze and tone were genuine, and at the very least, Scott couldn't see or hear any flaws.

Even in Scott's perception, William's magical state only had some normal ups and downs, and there was nothing out of the ordeal.

The smile on Scott's face did not fade, he waved his hand, and said in a relaxed tone: "I am glad to receive your apology, I forgive you." ”

"Thank you." William wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

Scott put his hands on the back of his chair and looked up at William standing in front of him.

Compared to when he graduated more than a year ago, William looks a little more mature and has lost a lot of weight.

He also looked a little bad, with deep-set eyes and a haggard look.

Scott, who accepted the apology, asked directly, "William, I want to ...... You're not just looking for me, are you? ”

"Of course."

William smiled wryly again.

Then, he watched as Scott's gaze grew firm.

"I want to leave the Umma." He said seriously.

Scott looked at him in surprise.

Break away from the Witch Society?

It's a good thing, but what does this matter have to do with him?

William undoubtedly read Scott's eyes, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

But Scott didn't come to embarrass him, so he asked curiously, "Why do you want to break away?" ”

William stopped talking, but under Scott's gaze, he still told the reason.

"It's brutal." William closed his eyes, "You may have heard about the battle in Azkaban some time ago. ”

As if recalling the terrible scene at that time, his face turned pale.

"A lot of people died." "I watched those people die and be recalled, and eventually inevitably turn to ashes," he said bitterly. I'm alive because I'm lucky. ”

Scott also thinks of the people who were turned into ceramic figurines by Medea and then died again by Voldemort's curse.

He also remembers that scene vividly.

Well, it's cruel indeed.

William gritted his teeth, "More importantly, I can see that what Lady Slytherin is doing is not in line with what she says about a bright future. ”

"You should have understood that, William." Scott said calmly.

Medea was a cruel guy.

"Professor Lockhart and another wizard died because of her presence." He reminded William.

"But I couldn't resist the temptation of strength and status." William smiled wryly again, "Scott, I know you're a really smart guy. Despite the lady's many expressions of admiration for you, you remained unmoved. ”

"Maybe it's just because I prefer freedom." Scott replied lazily.

"My eyes are blinded by my greed, and I can only see beautiful visions." William went on to recount his mental journey, "It wasn't until this battle with the mysterious man that I finally came to my senses. ”

Scott smiled and told the truth, "I'm a little surprised, William, I mean, I thought Medea's brainwashing was a little more sophisticated. ”

William said: "Maybe it's because my status and strength are not high, I'm just a marginal person, I don't have much contact with that lady, but I still have some sanity." ”

Scott nodded noncommittally.

William gritted his teeth and said directly: "I need your help, Scott, of course, not for free. ”

"What can I help you, William?" Scott asked in surprise.

He asked sincerely, because he really couldn't think of anything he could do to help the other person.

"If you want to get out of the Ummath and get rid of the troubles that follow, now is the best time."

He tried to give William an idea.

"Medea isn't in a good state right now, is she, as long as you take your parents far away, Asia, America, Africa, or Australia, anywhere, I don't think anyone will come to your trouble."

William shook his head.

"I know, but it's not as simple as you say, I can only think about it when I leave the Witch Society, but I can't do it now." He said with annoyance.

Scott asked curiously, "How?" ”

Instead of answering, William held out his left hand to him and pulled away the bracer he was wearing on his wrist, revealing an intricate tattoo pattern.

It was a bust of a puppet with a blank face and no facial features, and the lines that made up the pattern were very fine, and it had a strange beauty.

"Is this ......," Scott leaned closer and looked closer, "is it the same thing as the Dark Mark that Voldemort gave to the Death Eaters?" ”

He used his magic perception to explore carefully, but he didn't perceive a magic that didn't belong to William himself, like the Dark Mark.

It seems like a tattoo that doesn't do much.

"Maybe."

William shook his head, pulled down the bracers, and re-covered the pattern.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "If you mean this by help, then I can tell you right now, I can't help it." ”

"I know." William held his left wrist with his right hand, "But that's not what I'm asking for. ”

Scott gestured with a look at him to continue.

"I'd like to ask you to tell Professor Flitwick, preferably Dumbledore, of course." William's voice was extremely low, "I am willing to pass on the news of that lady and the Witch Society." ”

Hearing this, Scott immediately looked up and stared into William's eyes, only to find that his eyes were full of seriousness.

Earnest?

In the face of Scott's undisguised suspicion, William smiled calmly and said: "Don't doubt me, Scott, we are both Ravenclaws, and in this case, we will instinctively choose the best way for ourselves." ”

"No, you're mistaken, William, it's dangerous to be a spy." "It's probably not the best way for you," Scott said. ”

"That's it, I'm sure you know." William said categorically.

Scott didn't refute.

To be honest, he didn't fully believe William's words.

But he also believed that William's desire to quit the Witch Society was genuine.

It's just that the reason is up for debate.

It's not so much because of Medea's danger and cruelty, it's that he's no longer optimistic about the future of Medea and the All Witch Society.

But it doesn't matter what the reason is, the important thing is that the matter is in Scott's favor.

Or rather, he wanted to make it happen.

Before he said anything, William took the initiative to mention it, and I have to say that this may still be a surprise.

Although it was a surprise, Scott did not rush to the occasion.

He cautiously asked, "Why don't you go and talk to Professor Flitwick yourself?" You can write to me, or you can write to him. ”

"Maybe I can find an opportunity to write a letter, but I can't write to my professor often, it's too dangerous."

William explained earnestly.

"It's just you, and that lady gave you the communication fireplace too, didn't I, I can pass the message to you through the fireplace, and you can pass it on to the professors."

"Fireplace?" Scott was even more surprised, "I don't believe it's out of Medea's control. ”

There is no safety at all.

William hurriedly said: "Please rest assured, that special set of Floo Network is still operated by relying on the Fei Road Network built by the Ministry of Magic, even that lady can't fully control it, I have been studying it for a long time, in short, I can find some opportunities, opportunities that will not be discovered." ”

Although he said so, Scott was not optimistic.

"For the sake of your life, it's better not to do this." He said, "I said that undercover is dangerous, so it's better not to leave anything to chance." ”

Let alone......

"And, are you qualified for Occlumency? It's not the level where memories aren't read, you need to be able to make fake memories to deceive the dementors. ”

William said confidently, "I'm also a Ravenclaw, Scott, and I don't act impulsively without preparation." ”

"If that's the case, I promise you."

Scott stood up and looked at William.

Without waiting for William to speak, Scott continued, "But I still don't recommend using the fireplace connection. ”

William frowned, "However, whether it is a meeting or a letter, it will be more ......"

"Wait."

Scott patted him on the shoulder and smiled mysteriously.

"I'll send you the right tools later."

"What?" William asked.

But Scott just told him to wait, and there was no meaning to explain.

"Well, we have one last step." He said to William, "Make a pact and bind each other's actions with a fair magical contract." ”

William was stunned, but he didn't object.

And just like that, they agreed on the matter.

Both are smart people who understand that only a magical contract can put each other at ease.

They discussed the contents of the contract and finally decided on their respective terms.

After the contract was signed, Scott waved his hand, turned and left.

William didn't say anything more, just stood still and watched him leave.

After walking out of the park, Scott casually walked a few streets, and instead of rushing back, he booked a room at a hotel.

After hanging a Do Not Disturb sign at the door of his hotel room, Scott, who had returned to his original form, lay in bed and called home on his cell phone.

Emilia who receives the call is happy at first, but soon gets angry.

"You have always been like this, my dear son. Even summer vacations can't be spent at home honestly. I was just going to Vienna to attend a concert, but I ran back to England and couldn't even get through on my mobile phone, which always made me worry about you......"

Although Emilia's tone was very gentle, she kept talking for a long time, until Scott was weak and apologized again and again.

But Emilia didn't seem to want to let his ears go so easily, and chattered so much that Scott was about to fall asleep.

In the end, it was Michael who rescued him.

The conversation between father and son was much more straightforward, Michael just asked him about his current situation, and ended the call with a few casual words.

Scott put away his phone, and Rimbaud flew into the room just outside the window.

"He'll go home after you're gone." It reported to Scott, "There was no tracking of you, no leaving, no contact with anyone, I saw it, he had been reading." ”

"So, William really didn't do any other tricks?"

Scott sat up from the bed.

"Let's get started."

He walked over to his desk and sat down, ready to make a small thing with alchemy.

"What are you going to do?"

Rimbaud followed and flew to the desk and asked curiously.

"Something like a cell phone." Scott replied, "It's connected to my [Magic Mirror], but it's not for surveillance, and it allows the owner to send messages and calls to me over long distances. ”

With the magic circuit he mastered, he could even make video calls.

After listening to his description, Rimbaud was a little dissatisfied.

It yelled, "You should have given me one of these alchemy items earlier than a cell phone with no signal in the forest!" ”

"It's my fault." Scott admits his mistake very simply, "I'm going to make a few more and give them to my friends." ”

The next time, he began to devote himself to the matter, and he didn't even have time to eat dinner.

All night, several failures, adjustments, and failures, until dawn, he finally had his first finished product.

"Magic phone! Now for the ninth test! ”

Despite not sleeping all night, Scott was still in high spirits.

On the table in front of him were two mirrors, one large and one small.

An A4 paper-sized mirror wrapped in a beautiful blue plastic sleeve is his [Magic Mirror], and the other palm-sized mirror is a freshly baked [Magic Phone].

Stretching out his finger and dotting on the small mirror, entering the magic, several rows of dots appeared on the mirror, Scott slid his finger to connect the dots, and finally drew a six-pointed star pattern.

The mirror flickered, and a somewhat rough interface appeared.

Scott happily began to experiment with various features and was finally relieved.

"Looks like I succeeded."

He was overjoyed.

This [magic phone] has no other functions, but it can do basic messaging, calling, and video calling.

Of course, due to technical issues, this can only be done between the [Magic Phone] and the [Magic Mirror] as the "mother".

In other words, even if Scott made a lot of [magic phones] and gave them to his friends, the other friends would not be able to communicate directly with each other, and could only convey them through him.

If you want to connect every wizard who holds the [Book of Prometheus] like the [Knowledge Bank], Scott is undoubtedly not able to do it now.

But that's enough for now.

He didn't plan to spend much time digging into it for the time being.

Scott pulls out a piece of paper, writes down the usage of [Magic Phone] with a pen, and hands the paper and mirror to Rimbaud.

"Send it to William." "But before you send it to him, you need to make sure it's really safe for him there." ”

Rimbaud was ordered to leave.

Scott stretched and took a slow shower.

After that, he walked out of his room and enjoyed a hearty breakfast, then went back to his room and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already evening.

"The thing has been given to William."

Seeing him wake up, Rimbaud, who was guarding the room, hurriedly reported.

Scott rubbed his eyes, took out the [Magic Mirror] and looked at it, and sure enough, there were several messages from William.

Scott replied briefly, and on a whim, began to check Azkaban's real-time monitoring.

"This ......"

He looked at the crowd of people coming and going in the picture and heard their conversation.

"Sure enough......"

Dumbledore left England, Medea slumbered, and Voldemort was on the move again.

Or rather, the operation is over.

This time his prison raid has been a great success, and now in real time, it is the people of the Ministry of Magic who are doing dispensable aftermath.

"What kind of ...... is this?"

As a bystander, Scott panicked for the Aurors.

It had taken so many sacrifices to capture some Death Eaters, and now they all died in vain.

Even the Death Eaters who were imprisoned more than a decade ago followed Voldemort away.

"Why don't you just kill those guys." Scott muttered a little angrily, "Wouldn't it be a hundred to kill them, tsk." ”

He really felt that what he was doing was too pedantic.

New men were also sent to guard Azkaban, resulting in new sacrifices.

In short, the person who gave the order was too inconsiderate.

"Thankfully, I killed everyone I wanted to kill, and even Mr. Balde became an idiot." He said to Rimbaud, "Otherwise, I'll be so angry that I'll explode." ”

Shaking his head, he no longer took the position of those Aurors, lest he really get angry with himself.

New news has emerged in the [Magic Mirror].

William also learned of Voldemort's successful prison robbery from other sources and sent it to Scott.

Scott pretended not to know and talked to him a few words.

William was clearly in a hurry.

In his message, he persuaded Scott like this-

[The Mystic has made a comeback, or we can persuade Dumbledore to take down M•S and the Witch Society while she is weak, and only then can we do our best to deal with the Mystery.] ］

[I will convey your meaning.] ］

Scott didn't take a stand, but replied like this.

[This is the best time!] One side is weak, the other side needs to integrate! ］

William insisted on it.

[I will convey that.] ］

Scott replied the same way.

Probably because Scott's attitude was too firm, William gave up on continuing to persuade.

Scott was unimpressed.

The content he promised to help was conveyed, and of course he would not do anything rashly.

He decided to wait until William found out about Medea's sleeping place.