Chapter 93
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 93
More than an hour later, Scott got off the train at Maidstone.
He passed a few streets of the town and came to the Medway River that crossed the town.
Walking in front of the Archbishop's Palace and the whole church standing by the river, Scott walked slowly along the river to a remote place.
Snow has stopped.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the town.
At last he went into a wood and left a trail of footprints in the snow where no one had come.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and spoke to the air, "Aren't you coming out yet? Here, although the voice and body can be hidden with magic, the footprints can't be hidden."
"what!"
With a scream, a house-elf who looked somewhat old appeared.
It crouched on a stone pier outside the woods.
"You found me! You actually found me!" It grabbed its two big ears hard.
"So..." It widened its round eyes and pointed at Scott with trembling fingers like dry branches, "This, this is not your home!"
"It's certainly not my home, and Muggles don't like to live in such remote woods."
Scott curled his lips into a smile.
"Besides, I'm not going to bring something ill-intentioned back to my home."
"what!"
The house-elf tugged at his ears again and screamed loudly.
"Failed! The master's mission to Park has failed!"
He knelt down on the stone pier and pulled his ears desperately with both hands.
"Sorry! Master! Parker didn't find the little Mudblood's home!"
It screamed hysterically, and the white hairs on its ears were pulled off by itself.
"Owner!"
It gave Scott a vicious look, snapped its fingers, and disappeared in front of Scott with a loud crack.
Scott stood still.
After two seconds, another explosion sounded.
The house-elf, who called himself Palke, appeared on the spot, pulling a girl.
Scott squinted at the girl.
She was wrapped in a black robe, covering most of her face with a wide hood, revealing only bloodless lips, a pointed chin, and a few strands of blond hair.
The girl lost a lot of weight, but Scott recognized her magic—
Jasmine Travers.
"Who are you?" Scott asked, pretending to be puzzled. "Is this your house-elf? Why did it keep following me just now?"
"Humph."
The girl snorted coldly and pulled her hand out of Parker's.
Then, she took off the black cashmere glove on that hand and threw it to the ground.
Parker lowered his head immediately, his big ears twitched, and he shrank his body in fear.
"Stop being pretentious, Trollope."
The girl raised her hand and grabbed her hood.
Scott noticed that she was wearing a glove on her hand.
"I know you," she said. "You must know who I am!"
After speaking, she lifted her hood.
Scott couldn't help widening his eyes in surprise.
This time he didn't pretend, he was really surprised—
The girl's appearance has indeed changed from before.
Travers of the past, no matter what his personality was, at least his appearance was extremely delicate.
but now……
Although her facial features have not changed.
But that thin, sunken cheeks, dry and frizzy hair, coupled with the anger that could no longer be concealed at the corners of her eyes and brows... had destroyed her beauty to the greatest extent.
"This lady..." Scott shook his head, "Sorry, I really don't know you."
Then, he looked at her a few more times and asked, "Are you also a Hogwarts student?"
"very good!"
Travers burst into a sharp laugh.
"You're fine, Trollope! Damn Mudblood!"
"Looks like you're Slytherin?"
Scott froze and stared at her badly.
"You came to trouble me? Could it be that you are Stryerna's sister?" he asked again.
When Travers heard this, the expression on his face was about to contort.
She seemed to be greatly insulted, "You know who I am, Mudblood!"
Scott didn't answer her, but continued to ask, "You want to avenge me for your brother? For a wizard duel at a school event?"
Travers couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
She clenched her fists tightly and stared at Scott, her eyes seemed to be poisoned.
"Shut up, little Mudblood!"
Parker screamed, pointing at Scott and cursing.
"My master is the only heir to the noble Traverse family! It has nothing to do with the downcast Stryrner family!"
Scott's eyes turned cold.
"Travers?" he sneered. "It was you."
Before the girl could speak, he continued: "Jacob said, you will take revenge on me. Originally, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect you to do this."
He sighed.
"You sent the house-elf to find my house, and you want to threaten me with my family, just like you did with Jacob?"
Travers was silent, just looking at him with hateful eyes.
Scott didn't care, and continued: "I remember you leaving school because you were sick? You should be at St Mungo's now."
"Sick?" Travers sneered again. "That's because you sneaked up on us, Morgan and I, and Caitlin!"
"what are you saying?"
The expression on Scott's face was very surprised, like hearing something from the Arabian Nights.
"You're trying to trouble me, Travers." He shook his head. "But you don't have to look for such an excuse. It's not as good as your last statement, saying you can't stand my eyes."
Travers said impatiently, "Trolope, there's no one else here, you don't have to pretend to be disgustingly innocent in front of me!"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, Travers."
He's not stupid, so he won't admit in any way what he secretly did.
What if the other party has any means to record it?
At this point, Travers seemed to have run out of patience.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it!"
Her pale face had turned red with anger.
But she tried her best to calm down and put on a look of being aloof and in control of everything.
"I think you did it." She smiled meanly, "You don't have to be pretentious, just think about what will happen to you!"
But Scott did not panic, he asked calmly: "We are all underage wizards, and if we use magic here, we will be monitored by the Ministry of Magic."
"Sure, don't worry, Trollope."
Travers laughed.
"We, the long-established family of pure-blood wizards, have a lot more than you Mudbloods can imagine."
She said to the house-elves, "Parke!"
"Yes, Master!"
Parker jumped off the stone pier, took out a white bone with a carved pattern from his arms, and inserted it into the ground forcefully.
In an instant, Scott sensed a vague wave of magic power spreading around the white bone.
"It's a magic item, and its name is 'Cut off the arm bone'."
Travers spoke to Scott in a showy tone.
"Guess what, Trollope, does it do?"
"Can it sever our traces and the Ministry of Magic surveillance?" Scott asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You're right." Travers said proudly, "It can cut off some contract magic within a limited range, including traces."
Scott felt his heart beat faster.
That's a heartwarming feeling.
"Although it can only be cut off for 10 minutes, it is enough."
Travers continued.
"Although you won Stryerna in the seventh grade, you were stronger than I thought. But under the siege of me and Parker, you can't survive."
She raised her wand at Scott, and a morbid smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Look closely, you're quite handsome, Trollope."
She looked at him with the look of a toy.
"It's a pity that the Muggle blood in your body stinks."
She said it word for word.
"But it doesn't matter, I will drain your blood and make you a perfect decoration for my manor."
Scott sighed.
"The little girl now is really scary."
He reached out and pulled out the spare wand and asked confirmingly, "Are you sure you're really only 11 years old and not an adult half-blood goblin?"
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
Sorry, the last chapter has rewritten some content, readers who only read it in yesterday's update can re-read it.
(End of this chapter)
More than an hour later, Scott got off the train at Maidstone.
He passed a few streets of the town and came to the Medway River that crossed the town.
Walking in front of the Archbishop's Palace and the whole church standing by the river, Scott walked slowly along the river to a remote place.
Snow has stopped.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the town.
At last he went into a wood and left a trail of footprints in the snow where no one had come.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and spoke to the air, "Aren't you coming out yet? Here, although the voice and body can be hidden with magic, the footprints can't be hidden."
"what!"
With a scream, a house-elf who looked somewhat old appeared.
It crouched on a stone pier outside the woods.
"You found me! You actually found me!" It grabbed its two big ears hard.
"So..." It widened its round eyes and pointed at Scott with trembling fingers like dry branches, "This, this is not your home!"
"It's certainly not my home, and Muggles don't like to live in such remote woods."
Scott curled his lips into a smile.
"Besides, I'm not going to bring something ill-intentioned back to my home."
"what!"
The house-elf tugged at his ears again and screamed loudly.
"Failed! The master's mission to Park has failed!"
He knelt down on the stone pier and pulled his ears desperately with both hands.
"Sorry! Master! Parker didn't find the little Mudblood's home!"
It screamed hysterically, and the white hairs on its ears were pulled off by itself.
"Owner!"
It gave Scott a vicious look, snapped its fingers, and disappeared in front of Scott with a loud crack.
Scott stood still.
After two seconds, another explosion sounded.
The house-elf, who called himself Palke, appeared on the spot, pulling a girl.
Scott squinted at the girl.
She was wrapped in a black robe, covering most of her face with a wide hood, revealing only bloodless lips, a pointed chin, and a few strands of blond hair.
The girl lost a lot of weight, but Scott recognized her magic—
Jasmine Travers.
"Who are you?" Scott asked, pretending to be puzzled. "Is this your house-elf? Why did it keep following me just now?"
"Humph."
The girl snorted coldly and pulled her hand out of Parker's.
Then, she took off the black cashmere glove on that hand and threw it to the ground.
Parker lowered his head immediately, his big ears twitched, and he shrank his body in fear.
"Stop being pretentious, Trollope."
The girl raised her hand and grabbed her hood.
Scott noticed that she was wearing a glove on her hand.
"I know you," she said. "You must know who I am!"
After speaking, she lifted her hood.
Scott couldn't help widening his eyes in surprise.
This time he didn't pretend, he was really surprised—
The girl's appearance has indeed changed from before.
Travers of the past, no matter what his personality was, at least his appearance was extremely delicate.
but now……
Although her facial features have not changed.
But that thin, sunken cheeks, dry and frizzy hair, coupled with the anger that could no longer be concealed at the corners of her eyes and brows... had destroyed her beauty to the greatest extent.
"This lady..." Scott shook his head, "Sorry, I really don't know you."
Then, he looked at her a few more times and asked, "Are you also a Hogwarts student?"
"very good!"
Travers burst into a sharp laugh.
"You're fine, Trollope! Damn Mudblood!"
"Looks like you're Slytherin?"
Scott froze and stared at her badly.
"You came to trouble me? Could it be that you are Stryerna's sister?" he asked again.
When Travers heard this, the expression on his face was about to contort.
She seemed to be greatly insulted, "You know who I am, Mudblood!"
Scott didn't answer her, but continued to ask, "You want to avenge me for your brother? For a wizard duel at a school event?"
Travers couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
She clenched her fists tightly and stared at Scott, her eyes seemed to be poisoned.
"Shut up, little Mudblood!"
Parker screamed, pointing at Scott and cursing.
"My master is the only heir to the noble Traverse family! It has nothing to do with the downcast Stryrner family!"
Scott's eyes turned cold.
"Travers?" he sneered. "It was you."
Before the girl could speak, he continued: "Jacob said, you will take revenge on me. Originally, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect you to do this."
He sighed.
"You sent the house-elf to find my house, and you want to threaten me with my family, just like you did with Jacob?"
Travers was silent, just looking at him with hateful eyes.
Scott didn't care, and continued: "I remember you leaving school because you were sick? You should be at St Mungo's now."
"Sick?" Travers sneered again. "That's because you sneaked up on us, Morgan and I, and Caitlin!"
"what are you saying?"
The expression on Scott's face was very surprised, like hearing something from the Arabian Nights.
"You're trying to trouble me, Travers." He shook his head. "But you don't have to look for such an excuse. It's not as good as your last statement, saying you can't stand my eyes."
Travers said impatiently, "Trolope, there's no one else here, you don't have to pretend to be disgustingly innocent in front of me!"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, Travers."
He's not stupid, so he won't admit in any way what he secretly did.
What if the other party has any means to record it?
At this point, Travers seemed to have run out of patience.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it!"
Her pale face had turned red with anger.
But she tried her best to calm down and put on a look of being aloof and in control of everything.
"I think you did it." She smiled meanly, "You don't have to be pretentious, just think about what will happen to you!"
But Scott did not panic, he asked calmly: "We are all underage wizards, and if we use magic here, we will be monitored by the Ministry of Magic."
"Sure, don't worry, Trollope."
Travers laughed.
"We, the long-established family of pure-blood wizards, have a lot more than you Mudbloods can imagine."
She said to the house-elves, "Parke!"
"Yes, Master!"
Parker jumped off the stone pier, took out a white bone with a carved pattern from his arms, and inserted it into the ground forcefully.
In an instant, Scott sensed a vague wave of magic power spreading around the white bone.
"It's a magic item, and its name is 'Cut off the arm bone'."
Travers spoke to Scott in a showy tone.
"Guess what, Trollope, does it do?"
"Can it sever our traces and the Ministry of Magic surveillance?" Scott asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You're right." Travers said proudly, "It can cut off some contract magic within a limited range, including traces."
Scott felt his heart beat faster.
That's a heartwarming feeling.
"Although it can only be cut off for 10 minutes, it is enough."
Travers continued.
"Although you won Stryerna in the seventh grade, you were stronger than I thought. But under the siege of me and Parker, you can't survive."
She raised her wand at Scott, and a morbid smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Look closely, you're quite handsome, Trollope."
She looked at him with the look of a toy.
"It's a pity that the Muggle blood in your body stinks."
She said it word for word.
"But it doesn't matter, I will drain your blood and make you a perfect decoration for my manor."
Scott sighed.
"The little girl now is really scary."
He reached out and pulled out the spare wand and asked confirmingly, "Are you sure you're really only 11 years old and not an adult half-blood goblin?"
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
Sorry, the last chapter has rewritten some content, readers who only read it in yesterday's update can re-read it.
(End of this chapter)
