Chapter 96 096. From Maidstone to Hastings
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 96 096. From Maidstone to Hastings
As Scott walked, he took out a bottle of potion from the leather bag around his waist and poured it into his mouth.
Then, his body elongated as he walked, and the features on his face were reshaped like plasticine being pulled.
"Tsk."
After the transformation, Scott sighed that the compound decoction was unpleasant and disgusting, and could not help but spit out a mouthful of saliva.
He put the glass bottle back in the leather bag, and while walking, he took off his dark blue down jacket and put it away, took out a black cashmere coat and put it on.
After that, he asked Rimbaud to follow him in the air, and took out a mirror to take a look.
Looking at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Scott smiled with satisfaction.
He came to the edge of the town, found a phone booth on the street and walked in.
He took a coin from his body and put it into the phone, he dialed a familiar number.
"Beep...beep..."
The phone was picked up quickly.
"Hello, this is Trollope Antiques."
Scott said, "Mike, it's me, Scott."
"Scott? Why haven't you arrived yet? What's wrong with your voice?" the male voice on the other end of the phone asked in surprise.
"Voice is of course a trick, you know," Scott said softly. "Listen, Mike, I need your help."
"Of course, glad to serve you, son," said Michael Trollope, smiling.
Scott continued to lower his voice, "I know you have a way, Mike. Find someone who won't be found out and call the police and media in Maidstone, saying that a small Corpses of girls and aliens."
"What?" Michael exaggeratedly asked loudly on the other end of the phone. "Are you kidding me? Who the hell are you?"
"..."
Failed.
Scott moved the microphone further away.
Michael scolded a long list of unspeakable swear words.
Scott couldn't help but say, "Your private money is hidden behind that oil painting in the store that has never been sold. Maybe I should tell Mom."
"Well, you're my son," Michael said immediately. "Oh, Scott, it's a secret between our men, don't tell Millie."
"Remember to do what I just said, it is related to my safety." Scott stressed.
Michael couldn't help but ask, "I'll do it, but, what girl and alien, what have you been through?"
"I'll make it clear to you when I get back," Scott said. "I'll be renting a car back from Maidstone, and I'm going to hang up now."
"Well, Millie specially prepared a big meal today, don't miss it." Mike said with a smile.
"No, see you later." Scott hung up the phone.
He walked out of the phone booth, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward.
Michael's movement was quick.
When Scott came to the center of the town, the resident police and reporters in the town moved at the same time.
Of course Scott wasn't going to join in the fun.
He quickly found a taxi, negotiated a price, and left Maidstone.
It is foreseeable that when the body of the house-elf is exposed to the eyes of Muggles, there will be an uproar.
Maybe it will immediately become the headlines of the major newspapers of the day.
And this undoubtedly violates the "International Statute of Secrecy" for wizards.
It is foreseeable that in order to continue to hide the existence of the magical world, the focus of the Ministry of Magic's work will inevitably shift.
Scott reckons they'll be overwhelmed with it.
As far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic in England was not very staffed.
The Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters' Memory Cancellation Command and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee alone would not be able to keep up.
In the face of such a major event, the Minister of Magic is bound to dispatch other departments to help, especially the Auror Command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
As a result, Jasmine Travers and the house-elves may not have as much energy to scrutinize the deaths.
While Scott handled the scene and did what he could, he didn't feel safe.
After all, he was only a wizard apprentice who had only been exposed to magic for more than three years, and he did not fully understand the methods used by the Aurors to investigate cases.
So he deployed the trick of "I fear the world will not be in chaos".
He doesn't know if it's useful, but at least it can involve most of the Ministry of Magic's energy, adding a layer of insurance for him to hide himself.
Scott sat in the back seat of the car, leaning on the cushions and looking out the window at the passing scenery.
Until this time, he had time to think about one thing—
He caused the death of a man.
Although he had thought about this question before going to Hogwarts, although he had been mentally building himself...
In the magic world, which is not peaceful now, and will cause wars in the future, there is a high possibility that he will experience murder.
But after the real experience, he realized that those assumptions were useless.
He could watch the girl die for his own survival, but he still couldn't accept it calmly.
Scott closed his eyes.
He knew he had to let this pass, he couldn't leave a gap in his mind—
That's very likely to cause his magic to change as well.
Thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled into its destination, Hastings.
Scott, who had been closing his eyes for a while, opened his eyes, his eyes were the same transparent blue as before.
After handing the banknotes to the driver who had no communication throughout, he got out of the car and ran directly to the bathroom in the fast food restaurant beside him.
The time for the compound decoction is almost here.
When he came out of the bathroom, he had recovered his original appearance.
Hastings is a grey seaside town famous for the Battle of Hastings in 1066.
Scott walked all the way to the old town on the edge of the cliff by the sea.
He walked to the antique shop with the [Trolope] signboard, and pushed open the door.
Jingle Bell……
The copper bell hung on the door rang.
Rimbaud, who flew all the way from the air, fell down and still stopped on his shoulder.
Scott walked into the store.
A very familiar smell of incense hit the nostrils.
In the crowded and cramped space, the man sitting behind the counter smoking a bell raised his head when he heard the bell.
He looked about 40 or [-], with Scott's black hair, blue eyes, gold-rimmed glasses, and a very old-fashioned beard above his lips.
"Mike."
Scott walked towards him.
"Scott."
Michael stood up, put out the cigarette in his hand, and walked out of the counter to hug his son.
"Are you okay?" He patted Scott on the shoulder. "To be honest, I was taken aback by you today."
"and many more."
He turned around and picked up the coffee pot from the wooden shelf next to the counter, poured two cups of coffee, carried the cups to the small display window, and placed the cups in his hands on the mottled small table.
"Come on, since you're underage, you should share your experience with me, son."
He turned to look at Scott, the moustache on his lips trembling.
"Then I'll judge whether your experience is appropriate to tell Millie."
"Ok."
Scott shrugged, walked over and sat down.
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
Thanks for the reward:
Book Friend 20210720070107802, Biting Cat, Myth Can't Corpse, Ac An Chu.
(thank you boss!
(End of this chapter)
As Scott walked, he took out a bottle of potion from the leather bag around his waist and poured it into his mouth.
Then, his body elongated as he walked, and the features on his face were reshaped like plasticine being pulled.
"Tsk."
After the transformation, Scott sighed that the compound decoction was unpleasant and disgusting, and could not help but spit out a mouthful of saliva.
He put the glass bottle back in the leather bag, and while walking, he took off his dark blue down jacket and put it away, took out a black cashmere coat and put it on.
After that, he asked Rimbaud to follow him in the air, and took out a mirror to take a look.
Looking at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, Scott smiled with satisfaction.
He came to the edge of the town, found a phone booth on the street and walked in.
He took a coin from his body and put it into the phone, he dialed a familiar number.
"Beep...beep..."
The phone was picked up quickly.
"Hello, this is Trollope Antiques."
Scott said, "Mike, it's me, Scott."
"Scott? Why haven't you arrived yet? What's wrong with your voice?" the male voice on the other end of the phone asked in surprise.
"Voice is of course a trick, you know," Scott said softly. "Listen, Mike, I need your help."
"Of course, glad to serve you, son," said Michael Trollope, smiling.
Scott continued to lower his voice, "I know you have a way, Mike. Find someone who won't be found out and call the police and media in Maidstone, saying that a small Corpses of girls and aliens."
"What?" Michael exaggeratedly asked loudly on the other end of the phone. "Are you kidding me? Who the hell are you?"
"..."
Failed.
Scott moved the microphone further away.
Michael scolded a long list of unspeakable swear words.
Scott couldn't help but say, "Your private money is hidden behind that oil painting in the store that has never been sold. Maybe I should tell Mom."
"Well, you're my son," Michael said immediately. "Oh, Scott, it's a secret between our men, don't tell Millie."
"Remember to do what I just said, it is related to my safety." Scott stressed.
Michael couldn't help but ask, "I'll do it, but, what girl and alien, what have you been through?"
"I'll make it clear to you when I get back," Scott said. "I'll be renting a car back from Maidstone, and I'm going to hang up now."
"Well, Millie specially prepared a big meal today, don't miss it." Mike said with a smile.
"No, see you later." Scott hung up the phone.
He walked out of the phone booth, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward.
Michael's movement was quick.
When Scott came to the center of the town, the resident police and reporters in the town moved at the same time.
Of course Scott wasn't going to join in the fun.
He quickly found a taxi, negotiated a price, and left Maidstone.
It is foreseeable that when the body of the house-elf is exposed to the eyes of Muggles, there will be an uproar.
Maybe it will immediately become the headlines of the major newspapers of the day.
And this undoubtedly violates the "International Statute of Secrecy" for wizards.
It is foreseeable that in order to continue to hide the existence of the magical world, the focus of the Ministry of Magic's work will inevitably shift.
Scott reckons they'll be overwhelmed with it.
As far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic in England was not very staffed.
The Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters' Memory Cancellation Command and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee alone would not be able to keep up.
In the face of such a major event, the Minister of Magic is bound to dispatch other departments to help, especially the Auror Command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
As a result, Jasmine Travers and the house-elves may not have as much energy to scrutinize the deaths.
While Scott handled the scene and did what he could, he didn't feel safe.
After all, he was only a wizard apprentice who had only been exposed to magic for more than three years, and he did not fully understand the methods used by the Aurors to investigate cases.
So he deployed the trick of "I fear the world will not be in chaos".
He doesn't know if it's useful, but at least it can involve most of the Ministry of Magic's energy, adding a layer of insurance for him to hide himself.
Scott sat in the back seat of the car, leaning on the cushions and looking out the window at the passing scenery.
Until this time, he had time to think about one thing—
He caused the death of a man.
Although he had thought about this question before going to Hogwarts, although he had been mentally building himself...
In the magic world, which is not peaceful now, and will cause wars in the future, there is a high possibility that he will experience murder.
But after the real experience, he realized that those assumptions were useless.
He could watch the girl die for his own survival, but he still couldn't accept it calmly.
Scott closed his eyes.
He knew he had to let this pass, he couldn't leave a gap in his mind—
That's very likely to cause his magic to change as well.
Thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled into its destination, Hastings.
Scott, who had been closing his eyes for a while, opened his eyes, his eyes were the same transparent blue as before.
After handing the banknotes to the driver who had no communication throughout, he got out of the car and ran directly to the bathroom in the fast food restaurant beside him.
The time for the compound decoction is almost here.
When he came out of the bathroom, he had recovered his original appearance.
Hastings is a grey seaside town famous for the Battle of Hastings in 1066.
Scott walked all the way to the old town on the edge of the cliff by the sea.
He walked to the antique shop with the [Trolope] signboard, and pushed open the door.
Jingle Bell……
The copper bell hung on the door rang.
Rimbaud, who flew all the way from the air, fell down and still stopped on his shoulder.
Scott walked into the store.
A very familiar smell of incense hit the nostrils.
In the crowded and cramped space, the man sitting behind the counter smoking a bell raised his head when he heard the bell.
He looked about 40 or [-], with Scott's black hair, blue eyes, gold-rimmed glasses, and a very old-fashioned beard above his lips.
"Mike."
Scott walked towards him.
"Scott."
Michael stood up, put out the cigarette in his hand, and walked out of the counter to hug his son.
"Are you okay?" He patted Scott on the shoulder. "To be honest, I was taken aback by you today."
"and many more."
He turned around and picked up the coffee pot from the wooden shelf next to the counter, poured two cups of coffee, carried the cups to the small display window, and placed the cups in his hands on the mottled small table.
"Come on, since you're underage, you should share your experience with me, son."
He turned to look at Scott, the moustache on his lips trembling.
"Then I'll judge whether your experience is appropriate to tell Millie."
"Ok."
Scott shrugged, walked over and sat down.
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
Thanks for the reward:
Book Friend 20210720070107802, Biting Cat, Myth Can't Corpse, Ac An Chu.
(thank you boss!
(End of this chapter)
