Chapter 95 095. Travers's final struggle
After the split accident, the parts below the waist of Travers and Parker were left in place.
Under Scott's control, the "Oak Guard" stopped its hands from smashing down.
At the same time, the hysterical scream of the house elf came from the other side of the woods.
Scott turned and walked towards the part above their waist.
At this time, Parker's scream suddenly stopped.
Scott walked closer and saw that the house elf seemed unable to accept that his mistake had hurt his master, and had fainted with horror on his face.
He didn't walk too close, and looked down at the 1/2 Travers lying in the snow from a distance of several steps.
"Trollope."
Travers raised his head hard and stared at him.
Scott didn't say a word.
The pain of the split made her face paler and sweat kept rolling down her face.
But she didn't cry or scream.
This made Scott look at her with some respect.
In any case, Travers was just an 11-year-old girl, and such endurance was beyond Scott's expectations.
"Help me connect my body." She said in a threatening tone, "Morgan knows the purpose of my coming out. If I die here, you will become the biggest suspect..."
At this moment, Scott admired the calmness and will of this little girl.
But he still didn't say anything, just looked at her calmly.
And Travers saw that he didn't respond, and immediately changed the direction of persuasion, "What do you want... Trollope... Whether it's gold galleons or magic knowledge... I can promise you..."
Scott remained silent.
"I will transfer to another school..." Travers began to breathe a little, "I will... leave England... never... appear in front of you again..."
However, Scott remained unmoved.
There was no emotion on his face, just watching her struggle calmly.
Travers finally began to collapse.
"Such a look again!" She cursed with all her might, "A mudblood like you, how dare you look at me, a noble pureblood, with such eyes!"
She opened her mouth and breathed in the cold air, like a fish starved of oxygen.
"You should be very proud...you won..."
"You beat me, the heir of the Travers family..."
"If it weren't for carelessness..."
"...house elves are really untrustworthy..."
She kept muttering to herself, her voice getting lower and lower.
"Why don't you speak...Trollope..."
"...Why don't you show off, why don't you mock me..."
"As long as you say it...you killed me..."
"You won again..."
She suddenly laughed miserably.
Blood flowed from her mouth, dyeing her teeth red.
Watching the dying struggle of an 11-year-old girl with only half of her body left, it gave Scott a great shock.
In his past and present lives, he had never faced such a scene.
But he forced himself to watch intently.
He wanted to watch Jasmine Travers walk into death.
He wanted to make himself remember that this world is not a fairy tale.
Becoming a wizard in this world, he will experience more cruel aspects that he has never experienced in his original life.
At this time, the smiling Travers seemed to have given up struggling.
"You are so cautious... Trollope."
Her voice was almost whispering at this time.
"Let me tell you..."
But Scott still did not choose to step forward.
He asked Rimbaud to fly to Travers' side as a "transit station" and pass her whispers to his ears.
"... The Travers family has a magic item used to curse the enemy."
"It will give a vicious curse to anyone who kills Travers..."
"I was killed by Park's Apparition..."
"... But... If you say something like you killed me... I can make the curse come true on you..."
"It's a pity... You are too cautious..."
Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Sure enough, whether it is a righteous or a villain, or a passerby, there is a possibility of dying from talking too much!
"...Are you curious...why I told you...all this..."
"...This is the secret hidden by the pure-blood families..."
"No one knows what kind of trump card the other party will have..."
"Remember...pure-bloods are not so easy to defeat..."
"You are different from wizards like Dumbledore...You are more selfish...no bottom line..."
"You can let me die without any worries..."
"You are a proud guy...you are a mudblood...one day you will fight with other pure-blood families..."
She raised her voice again and laughed twice.
"...Since the Travers family has no future, others should not think about it..."
She lowered her head and was completely motionless.
Scott waved his hand, let Rimbaud fly back to his shoulder, and turned to walk to the other side.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A dazzling green light came from behind him.
Scott rolled in the snow and dodged the killing curse in time.
He stood up and patted the snow on his body, while looking at Travers, who was staring with eyes wide open and unwilling to close his eyes.
"Want to sneak attack me?" He couldn't help but whispered, "Want to kill me with a little health? I'm just preparing for this."
His magical perception has never left the girl and the house-elf.
Scott stood there quietly until the house-elf died completely, and then he really started to act.
He wanted to rearrange the scene and remove all traces of the battle.
He wanted to make people who saw the bodies of Travers and Parker preconceived that they died from unsuccessful Apparition.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the magic world.
Scott walked to Travers' body and looked down at the wand in her hand.
After thinking about it, he bent down, pinched her arm holding the wand with his gloved hand, and turned it in a direction, so that the tip of her wand was aimed at Parker.
In this way, the last killing curse could be justified.
After doing this, Scott stood up.
He first let the "Oak Guardian" return to where it originally grew, and then used the Restoration Spell to undo the transformation and turn it back into an oak tree.
Then, he began to use the repair spell to restore the damaged land and stones in the woods, and the growth spell to restore the damaged plants to lushness.
During this period, he deliberately came to the edge of the woods and dug out the magic item that Parker had inserted into the ground - "broken arm bone".
But he didn't have time to look at it more, and put it into the deformed lizard skin bag first.
Then, he took out a brand new flying broom from the leather bag.
Of course he had a flying broom.
How could he not carry such a useful escape artifact with him?
It's just that no one knows that he has it so far.
Scott flew low after getting on the flying broom, sweeping away all his footprints on the snow with branches.
Finally, he used magic to transport snow from other places. He still rode on the flying broom and sprinkled a layer of snow evenly on the woods and the surroundings.
Then he flew a little higher
Looking at the scene he had cleaned up, he nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, Scott hovered in the air and took out a piece of ebony from his pocket.
He took out his wand and used his magic to carve an ancient magic rune on the ebony.
That was Pertho, which represents [magic].
He injected his magic into the magic rune, and the wood block trembled slightly.
Scott held the trembling wood block in one hand, and under the guidance of magic perception, he slowly flew a few circles in the forest.
The remaining magic power belonging to him at the scene was absorbed by the magic rune and completely disappeared.
He flew to the top of the river at the fastest speed and threw the magic rune wood block, which had become extremely unstable, into the river.
A dull explosion sounded, and the splashing water completely took away the sawdust.
After doing all this, Scott carefully reviewed his actions again, and he was relieved after confirming that there was nothing missing.
He flew a distance on his flying broom before landing. He put the broom into the leather bag and walked towards the center of the town again.
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