Chapter 433 433. William regrets, magic phone

At noon, Scott followed the address written by William and came to the West Brompton neighborhood of London and landed on the roof of a department store.

There was no one on the top of the building, and Scott turned directly into human form.

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

The community where William's family lives is near this building, separated only by a small park. He can now clearly see several rows of residential buildings in that community.

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

"To be on the safe side, it's better to do some research before making a decision."

Scott smiled, activated [the severed arm bone], and took out the wand and mirror.

Looking in the mirror, he once again transformed himself into the boy with blond hair and bronze skin.

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

"The Alajo hole opens."

Using the unlocking spell to open the door, Scott, dressed in Muggle clothing, smoothly blended into the customers shopping in the mall.

After walking around on the top floor and finding the elevator, Scott 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, and feeling the excitement of the city, Scott, who had lived alone in the forest for more than ten days, felt like he had not seen him for a long time.

In an instant, he had some enlightenment.

Although many wizards like to live a solitary life, that may not be a good thing.

Many wizards may become eccentric and crazy because of this.

As a Muggle-born wizard, Scott would not feel uncomfortable being exposed to other people, but would actually make him feel more relaxed.

Standing at the intersection, Scott raised his head and smiled relaxedly. After seeing the street lights change, he followed the crowd across the sidewalk.

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

After waving at Rimbaud, Scott ignored the eyes of others and walked cheerfully through the park, approaching the residential community on the other side of the park.

"Sorry, ma'am, please..."

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

"Do the Browns live in this community? Oh, I am a classmate of William Brown."

The lady raised her head slowly, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked at him with an appraising look.

Scott immediately gave her a smile.

He had observed it in the mirror and found that unlike his own cold facial features, the face he had transformed into now had a particularly sunny and friendly smile.

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

"That's right here. Little William's family lives at No. 26." She answered Scott's question truthfully.

"That's great! Thank you, ma'am!"

Scott thanked him politely.

After bidding farewell to the lady, he asked several people nearby and got a positive answer.

Only then did he confirm that the address William gave him was true.

But even after confirming this, he did not rush to the door. Instead, he turned back to the park and sat on a bench by the woods.

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

Scott took out the prepared note and handed it to Rimbaud, "Go to Brown's house at No. 26."

Rimbaud nodded, grabbed the note and flew away.

Scott sat comfortably on a bench under the shade of a tree, his magic sense secretly unfolding, waiting for William's arrival.

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

Of course, he did not recognize Scott, who had changed his appearance. He could only keep pacing and looking around anxiously.

Scott waved to him as he looked over again.

William looked at him hesitantly.

Scott waved again.

With a vigilant expression, William walked step by step in front of Scott.

He wiped the sweat from his head and looked at Scott's face with unfamiliar eyes, "Who are you?"

"It's me." Scott said.

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

"Shhh."

Scott put a finger to his mouth to stop the words that were coming out of his mouth.

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

"He is not a natural Metamorphomagus, but he is able to use the human body transformation technique so finely."

He sighed.

"As expected of you."

"Thank you for the compliment." Scott smiled and said, "You asked me to meet, do you want to tell me something?"

William had a bitter smile on his face.

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

Scott raised his eyebrows, "Ah, that thing?"

William nodded.

"I won't give any excuses or reasons. That's because I'm sorry for you."

His eyes and tone were very sincere. At the very least, Scott couldn't see or hear any flaws.

Even in Scott's perception, William's magic state only had some normal ups and downs, nothing unusual.

The smile on Scott's face did not fade away. He waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone: "I am very happy 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 the chair and looked up at William standing in front of him.

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

His condition also looked a little bad, with sunken eye sockets and a haggard expression.

Scott accepted the apology and asked directly, "William, I think...that's not the only reason why you came to me, right?"

"certainly."

William smiled bitterly again.

Then, he looked at Scott and his eyes gradually became firmer.

"I want to leave the witch guild." He said seriously.

Scott looked at him in surprise.

Breaking away from the whole coven?

Although it is a good thing, 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 just to embarrass him, so he asked curiously, "Why do you want to leave?"

William hesitated to speak, but under Scott's gaze, he still told the reason.

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

As if recalling the horrific scene, his face turned pale.

"Many people died," he said painfully. "I watched those people die and be recalled, and eventually they inevitably turned into ashes. The reason why I am still alive is entirely because of luck."

Scott also thought of those who were turned into ceramic figurines by Medea and died again because of Voldemort's curse.

That scene was still fresh in his memory.

Well, it is indeed cruel.

William gritted his teeth, "More importantly, I can see that what Ms. Slytherin did is not consistent with the bright future she described."

"You should have understood this a long time ago, William." Scott said calmly.

Medea is a cruel person.

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

"But I couldn't resist the temptation of increased strength and status." William smiled bitterly again, "Scott, you are a truly smart man. Although the lady expressed her appreciation for you many times, you never did it. Moved."

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

"My eyes were blinded by my own greed, and I could only see beautiful visions." William continued to describe his mental journey, "It wasn't until after this battle with the mysterious man that I finally woke up."

Scott smiled and told the truth: "I'm a little surprised, William. I mean, I thought Medea's brainwashing methods would be more advanced."

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

Scott nodded noncommittally.

William gritted his teeth and said directly: "I need your help, Scott. Of course, it is not free."

"How 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 break away from the witch guild and get rid of the subsequent troubles, now is the best time."

He tried to give William advice.

"Medea is not in a good condition right now, isn't she? As long as you take your family far away, to Asia, America, Africa, or Australia, anywhere, I don't think anyone will cross the ocean to cause trouble for you."

William shook his head.

"I know, but things are not as simple as you said. I said that I would break away from the whole witch guild, but I can only talk about it. It is impossible to do it now." He said angrily.

Scott asked curiously, "How to say?"

William did not answer, but stretched out his left hand to him and pulled open the wristband on his wrist, revealing a complex tattoo pattern.

It was a bust of a doll with a blank face and no facial features. The lines that formed the pattern were very fine, giving it a strange beauty.

"This..." Scott came closer and took a closer look, "Is it the same thing as the Dark Mark that Voldemort gave to the Death Eaters?"

He carefully explored it using magic perception and discovered the difference between it and the Dark Mark.

He could sense magic that did not belong to him from Snape's Dark Mark, but he could not sense anything from the puppet mark on William's hand.

It seems like a tattoo that serves no purpose.

"Maybe."

William shook his head, pulled down the wristband, and covered the pattern again.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "If you mean this by helping, then I can tell you now that you look up to me and I can't help it."

"I know." William held his left wrist with his right hand, "But this is not what I want to ask for."

Scott motioned with his eyes to continue.

"I would like you to tell Professor Flitwick, and of course, preferably Dumbledore." William's voice was very low, "I am willing to pass on the news about that lady and the entire witch guild."

When Scott heard this, he immediately raised his head and stared into William's eyes, only to find that his eyes were full of seriousness.

seriously?

Faced with Scott's undisguised suspicion, William smiled calmly and said: "Don't doubt me, Scott, we are all Ravenclaws. In this situation, we will instinctively choose what is best for ourselves. Way."

"No, you did something wrong, William, being a spy is very dangerous." Scott said, "This may not be the best way for you."

"That's it, I believe you know." William said decisively.

Scott didn't object.

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

But he believed that William's request to withdraw from the witch guild was true.

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

Rather than saying that it was because of Medea's danger and cruelty, it was more that he was no longer optimistic about the future of Medea and the entire witch guild.

But it doesn't matter what the reason is, what's important is that it's good for Scott.

In other words, it was what he originally wanted to promote.

Before he said anything, William took the initiative to mention it. I have to say that this might be an unexpected surprise.

Although it was an unexpected surprise, Scott did not accept it hastily.

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

"Maybe I can find an opportunity to write a letter, but I can't write to professors all the time. It's too dangerous."

William explained seriously.

"Only you. That lady also gave you a communication fireplace, didn't she? I can send you messages through the fireplace, and then you will pass them on to the professors."

"Fireplace?" Scott was even more surprised, "I don't believe it's not under Medea's control."

There is no safety at all.

William quickly said: "Don't worry about this. That special floo network still relies on the floo network built by the Ministry of Magic. Even that lady cannot fully control it. I have been studying it for a long time. In short, , I can find some opportunities that won’t be discovered.”

Although he said this, Scott was not optimistic.

"For the sake of your life and safety, it's better not to do this." He said, "I have said that being an undercover agent is very dangerous, so it is better not to take any chances."

Not to mention…

"Furthermore, are your Occlumency skills qualified? It's not the level where your memory cannot be read by others. You need to be able to freely create false memories to deceive Legilimency."

William said very confidently: "I am also a Ravenclaw, Scott. I will not act impulsively without preparation."

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

Scott stood up and looked at William levelly.

Before William could speak, Scott continued: "But I still don't recommend using the fireplace to contact."

William frowned, "But whether it's a meeting or a letter, it will be even more..."

"Wait, then."

Scott patted him on the shoulder and smiled mysteriously.

"I will send you the appropriate tools later."

"What?" William asked.

But Scott just asked him to wait without any explanation.

"Then, we have the last step." He said to William, "Sign a contract and use a fair magical contract to restrict each other's behavior."

William was stunned for a moment, but did not object.

In this way, they came to an agreement on the matter.

Both of them are smart people, and they both understand that only a magical contract can make each other feel at ease.

They discussed the contents of the contract and finally determined their respective conditions.

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

William said nothing more, just stood there and watched him leave.

After walking out of the park, Scott walked through a few streets at random. Instead of rushing back, he booked a room in a hotel.

After hanging the Do Not Disturb sign at the door of the hotel room, Scott, who returned to his true self, lay on the bed and called home on his mobile phone.

Emilia was happy to receive the call at first, but soon became angry.

"You are always like this, my dear son. Even the summer vacation cannot be spent at home. I originally just went to Vienna to attend a concert, but then I ran back to England. I couldn't even make a call on my mobile phone. It always made me Worrying about you..."

Although Amelia's tone was very gentle, she kept talking for a long time, which made Scott feel guilty and apologized repeatedly.

But Amelia didn't seem to want to let go of his ears easily, and kept chattering for a long time, so long that Scott almost fell asleep.

In the end it was Michael who rescued him.

The conversation between father and son was much simpler. Michael just asked about his current situation and gave a few casual instructions before ending the call.

Scott put away his phone just as Rimbaud flew into the room through the window.

"He went home after you left." It reported to Scott. "He didn't follow you, didn't leave, and didn't contact others. I saw that he had been reading a book."

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

Scott sat up in bed.

"Then let's get started."

He walked to the desk and sat down, preparing to use alchemy to create a small object.

"What are you going to do?"

Rimbaud flew to the desk and asked curiously.

"It's like a mobile phone." Scott answered. "It's connected to my [magic mirror], but it's not for monitoring. It allows the holder to send messages and talk to me over a long distance."

Through the magic text circuit he mastered, he can even make video calls.

After hearing his description, Rimbaud was a little dissatisfied.

It shouted, "You should have given me an alchemical item like this earlier, instead of giving me a cell phone with no signal in the forest!"

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

In the following time, he began to devote himself entirely to this matter, and he did not even have time to eat dinner.

Throughout the night, he failed, adjusted, and failed several times, until dawn, he finally had the first finished product.

"Magic Phone! Now let's start the ninth test!"

Despite not sleeping all night, Scott was still very excited.

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

One mirror the size of an A4 paper was wrapped in a beautiful blue plastic cover, which was his [Magic Mirror], and the other palm-sized mirror was the freshly baked [Magic Phone].

He stretched out his finger and tapped the small mirror, inputting magic power, and several rows of dots appeared on the mirror. Scott slid his finger, connected the dots, and finally drew a hexagram pattern.

The mirror flashed, and a somewhat rough interface appeared.

Scott happily began to try various functions, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I succeeded."

He was very happy.

This [Magic Phone] has no other functions, but it can do basic sending of messages, calls, and video calls.

Of course, due to technical problems, 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 friends, other friends could not contact each other directly, and could only communicate through him.

If Scott wanted to let every wizard who holds the Book of Prometheus communicate with each other like the Knowledge Bank, he would definitely not be able to do it now.

But this is enough for now.

He did not plan to spend a lot of time to study it further.

Scott took out a piece of paper, wrote down the usage of the Magic Phone, and then handed the paper and the mirror to Rimbaud.

"Send it to William." He ordered, "but before sending it to him, you need to confirm whether it is really safe there."

Rimbaud took the order and left.

Scott stretched his body and took a slow bath.

After that, he walked out of the room to enjoy a hearty breakfast, and went back to the room to fall asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already evening.

"The things have been sent 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. Sure enough, there were several messages from William.

Scott replied briefly, and on a whim, he began to check the real-time monitoring of Azkaban.

"This..."

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

"Sure enough..."

Dumbledore left England, Medea fell asleep, and Voldemort took action again.

Or rather, the action was over.

This time his prison break was a great success. Now in real-time monitoring, it was the people from the Ministry of Magic who were doing the dispensable aftermath.

"What is this..."

As a bystander, Scott felt sick for the Aurors.

So many people had been sacrificed before to catch some Death Eaters, and now they all died in vain.

Even the Death Eaters who were imprisoned more than ten years ago followed Voldemort away.

"Why not just kill those guys?" Scott muttered a little angrily, "Wouldn't it be all over if we killed them, tsk."

He really felt that the current approach was too pedantic.

New people were sent to guard Azkaban, which caused new sacrifices.

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

"Fortunately, I have killed all the people I wanted to kill before, even Mr. Bode has become an idiot." He said to Rimbaud, "Otherwise I would be so angry that I would explode."

Shaking his head, he no longer put himself in the shoes of those Aurors, so as not to really get angry.

New information appeared in the [Magic Mirror].

William also learned from other channels that Voldemort had successfully escaped from prison, and sent it to Scott.

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

William was obviously a little anxious.

He persuaded Scott in the message like this-

[The mysterious man has made a comeback, or we can persuade Dumbledore to take advantage of Ms. MS's weakness and defeat her and the entire witch council first. Only in this way can we do our best to deal with the mysterious man. ]

[I will convey your meaning. ]

Scott did not express his opinion, but answered like this.

[This is the best time! One side is weak, and the other side needs to be integrated! ]

William emphasized persistently.

[I will convey. ]

Scott still answered the same way.

Perhaps because Scott's attitude was too firm, William gave up trying to persuade him.

Scott didn't care.

The only thing he promised to help with was to convey the message, and he certainly wouldn't do anything rash.

He decided to wait until William found out where Medea was sleeping before talking about other things.