Chapter 96 096. From Maidstone to Hastings
As Scott walked, he took out a bottle of magic potion from the leather bag on his waist and poured it into his mouth.
Then, his body elongated as he walked, and the features on his face were reshaped like stretched plasticine.
"Tsk."
After the transformation was completed, Scott lamented the disgusting taste of Polyjuice Potion and couldn't help but spit.
He put the glass bottle back into his leather bag, took off his dark blue down jacket and put it away as he walked, took out a black cashmere coat and put it on.
After that, he asked Rimbaud to fly in the air and follow him, and he took out a mirror and looked at it.
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 went inside.
He took out a coin from his body and put it into the phone, and dialed a familiar number.
"Beep...beep..."
The phone was picked up quickly.
"Hello, this is Trollope Antiques."
Scott spoke, "Mike, it's me, Scott."
"Scott? Why aren't you home yet? What's wrong with your voice?" the male voice on the other end of the phone asked in surprise.
"Of course the sound has some tricks, you know." Scott said softly, "Listen, Mike, I need your help."
"Of course, happy to oblige, son," Michael Trollope said with a smile.
Scott continued to lower his voice, "I know you have a connection, Mike. Find someone who won't be found out, call the police and the media in Maidstone, and tell them that a child was found in the woods southwest of All Saints' Church. Girl and Alien Corpse."
"What?" Michael asked exaggeratedly on the other end of the phone, "Are you kidding me? Who the hell are you?"
"..."
Misstep.
Scott held the phone further away.
Michael cursed a long list of obscene words.
Scott couldn't help but said: "Your personal money is hidden behind the oil painting in the store that has never been sold. Maybe I should tell my mother."
"Okay, you are my son." Michael said immediately, "Oh, Scott, this is a secret between us men, you don't need to tell Milly."
"Remember to do what I just said, it is related to my safety." Scott emphasized.
Michael couldn't help but ask: "I will do it, but what girl and alien, what have you experienced?"
"I'll make it clear to you when I get back," Scott said. "I'll rent a car from Maidstone and I'm going to hang up now."
"Well, Milly specially prepared a big dinner 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 side moved quickly.
When Scott arrived at the center of the town, the town's resident police and reporters started moving at the same time.
Scott certainly wasn't going to join in the fun.
He quickly found a taxi, negotiated a price and left Maidstone in the car.
It is foreseeable that after the house elf's body is exposed to the eyes of Muggles, there will definitely be an uproar.
It might immediately make the front page headlines of major newspapers that day.
And this undoubtedly violated the wizards' International Statute of Secrecy.
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 figured they would be busy with this.
As far as he knew, the Ministry of Magic in England did not have many people.
The Memory Cancellation Command of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and the Muggle Concern Committee are too busy to handle alone.
Faced with such a major incident, the Minister of Magic will inevitably dispatch other departments to help, especially the Auror Command of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
In this way, they may not have so much energy to carefully investigate the deaths of Jasmine Travers and the house elf.
Although Scott handled the scene and did what he could, he didn't feel safe.
After all, he was just 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 Aurors to investigate cases.
So he resorted to the strategy of "Lest the world be in chaos".
He didn't know if it was useful or not, but at least it could 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 watching the scenery passing by outside the window.
It wasn't until this moment that he had time to think about one thing -
He caused a man's death.
Even though he had thought about this issue before enrolling in Hogwarts, even though he had been mentally building himself up...
In the magical world, which is not peaceful now and will start war in the future, there is a high possibility that he will experience murder.
But after actually experiencing it, he realized that those assumptions were useless.
He could watch the girl die for the sake of his own survival, but he still couldn't accept it calmly.
Scott closed his eyes.
He knew he had to let this thing go, he couldn't leave a gap in his heart——
That would most likely also cause his magic to change.
30 minutes later, the taxi drove into its destination, Hastings.
Scott, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes. His eyes were as transparent blue as before.
After handing the banknotes to the driver who had no communication during the entire journey, he got out of the car and ran directly to the restroom of the fast food restaurant nearby.
It's almost time for the Polyjuice Potion.
When he came out of the bathroom, he had returned to his true self.
Hastings is a gray seaside town famous for the Battle of Hastings in 1066.
Scott walked all the way to the old town on the cliff by the sea.
He walked to the antique shop with the [Trollope] signboard in a familiar manner, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.
Jingle Bell……
The brass bell hanging on the door rang.
Rimbaud, who had been flying all the way through the air, fell down and still rested on his shoulder.
Scott walked into the store.
A very familiar scent of incense hit my nostrils.
In the crowded space, a man sitting behind the counter smoking a cigarette raised his head when he heard the bell.
He looks to be in his thirties or forties, has the same black hair and blue eyes as Scott, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and has two very old-school-looking beards above his lips.
"Mike."
Scott walked over to him.
"Scott."
Michael stood up, put out his cigarette, stepped out of the counter and hugged his son.
"Are you okay?" He patted Scott on the shoulder, "To be honest, I was shocked by you today."
"etc."
He turned around and picked up the coffee pot from the wooden stand next to the counter and poured two cups of coffee. He walked to the small display window with the cup in hand and placed the cup in his hand 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 two mustaches on his lips trembling.
"Then I will judge whether your experience is suitable to tell Milly."
"All right."
Scott shrugged his shoulders and walked over to sit down.
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