Chapter 296 296. Accidentally getting caught
After Scott and Harry finished speaking, they were about to return to the Ravenclaw table when Neville suddenly came over and handed him a glass jar.
"Scott, here's your yarrow tea," he said.
"Oh, are you done?"
Scott happily took the glass jar, opened it and smelled it.
"Although I haven't tried it, I can feel refreshed just by smelling it." He smiled at Neville and said, "Thank you, Neville."
Neville smiled sheepishly, "I specifically asked Professor Sprout for advice. The yarrow tea used for divination is a bit complicated to make, so it took such a long time."
"Thank you so much." Scott patted him on the shoulder, "Come to me if you need arithmetic divination in the future. Of course, it's free."
Neville nodded and smiled honestly.
After the morning class ended, Rimbaud, who had not seen Scott for a long time, flew out of the Forbidden Forest.
At that time, Scott was about to go back to the dormitory to take a nap, and Rimbaud landed on his shoulder from the sky.
Scott took Rimbaud to an empty classroom and used a magic spell to soundproof it before starting to talk to it.
"Long time no see, my friend." Scott reached out and touched Rimbaud's wings, "How is my oak cabin?"
"Long time no see, Scott."
Rimbaud nuzzled Scott's hand with his beak affectionately.
"Of course, Oak Cottage looks great in my care."
"Thank you." Scott smiled.
"Oh, you're welcome." Rimbaud said proudly, "I came here this time because one of the crows you summoned yesterday returned to the territory."
Scott raised his eyebrows, "Oh? So, what news did the crow bring?"
Rimbaud said: "The crows followed the owl to London, and the crow told me that the gentleman immediately lit a toy fireplace after receiving your letter."
Toy fireplace, or small fireplace, a local floo network built by Medea.
"Really..." Scott sighed, "It seems that William has not given up magic."
"Of course! Who would give up magic!" Rimbaud said in a matter-of-fact tone.
In the following time, Scott and Rimbaud exchanged their respective intelligence during the period after the start of school.
Rimbaud told Scott that the three families competing for Travers' inheritance had suddenly stopped recently after fighting each other more and more fiercely some time ago.
Because the fight between the three families some time ago was fierce but no one was killed, so Rimbaud did not inform him before.
"The calm before the storm?" Scott smiled.
Because he often monitors the movements of the Slytherin table, he often hears the discussions of some Slytherin students during meals.
Moreover, Millicent Buzzard, who missed the opening dinner, has been absent until now. It may be because the family is facing a war and is afraid that it is not safe enough at Hogwarts.
After the exchange of information was completed, Scott spoke softly, "Let the crows keep an eye on the Three Broomsticks Bar from today on. You go with me on Saturday."
"It's okay to go together." Rimbaud said hesitantly, "But are you sure you really want to go? What if Medea suddenly appears?"
He said worriedly: "Didn't you say that she needs you to use arithmetic to calculate the Dark Lord's Horcrux?"
"Medea will not appear." Scott said with certainty. "If she appears, William's card will be useless to me in the future."
"As long as it works this time!" Rimbaud shouted.
It pecked Scott's finger a little harder, "Why have you become stupid, Scott!"
When Scott heard this, he hesitated a little.
"Have I become stupid?" he asked.
"There's something wrong with you," Rimbaud said.
It pecked his finger again, this time causing Scott to feel pain.
"You said you wouldn't go on adventures again, after you went to the Isle of Man during the summer vacation." It reminded him.
When Scott heard this, an idea flashed in his mind, and he murmured, "There seems to be something wrong with me."
It is indeed too imprudent and unscottish!
Even though he has doubts now, the idea that "Medea will not appear in this meeting between me and William" is still deeply rooted in his mind.
why is that?
If he had had this idea before, it would have made sense, but Rimbaud had clearly told him that William also had a small fireplace!
Scott suddenly felt extremely awkward.
What's wrong with me?
He thought again and again.
Then, he decisively pulled out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at his temple.
"The curse stops immediately!"
A golden light flashed, and Scott was keenly aware that some of the thoughts in his mind had quietly changed.
Then he began to question his previous decisions.
Why do I always subconsciously think that Medea will not appear this time?
He had been thinking that if Medea appeared, William's card would be useless to Scott.
But thinking about it now, what if William's card was just used here to lure Scott out of Hogwarts?
Although Scott can use the portkey to escape at any time, the portkey itself is a gift from Medea...
This gift works well when facing others, but not necessarily when facing Medea.
Scott's face became more and more ugly.
Why did he decide to meet William from the moment he received the letter, even subconsciously ignoring the potential danger?
Thinking of this, he quickly took out the letter from the deformed lizard skin bag on his waist and read it again.
But this time he didn't feel anything strange, nor did he have the urge to go to the appointment.
He picked up the letter and smelled it, and smelled a faint herbal fragrance.
At the same time, he finally sensed the extremely subtle magic left on the letter.
Although he didn't know what the means were, there was no doubt that Scott had been tricked when he read the letter the day before!
Tricked!
Scott still couldn't believe it.
He, who had magical perception, was tricked?
Is there any justice in the world!
What kind of means could deceive his magical perception in an instant?
"This is a bit outrageous." Scott muttered.
He wrote to William to try his luck and see if he could catch fish, but it turned out that others were also fishing for him?
"Scott! Scott!"
Rimbaud's voice brought Scott back to his senses.
"Are you okay, Scott?" Rumple asked worriedly, "You look very bad."
Scott reached out and lifted Rumple up.
"Fortunately you reminded me, Rumple!" He said with some fear.
Rumple became proud again, "It's nothing, you are my best friend!"
Scott walked back and forth in the classroom.
"No." He frowned and said, "I must find out what method the other party used!"
If I don't find out, won't I be tricked again next time?
But he soon realized that it would be useless for him to think about it here.
"I am really angry..."
Scott muttered.
When encountering such a thing, the best choice is of course to ask the Ravenclaw tutor for advice.
