Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 103

Scott put down the newspaper in a very complicated mood.

"What is this?" Michael came over and picked up the "Daily Prophet" and glanced at it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Is this the Wizarding Sun?" he asked.

Scott shrugged, "This is supposed to be the "Times" of the wizarding world, but its content is often biased towards "The Sun."

Michael read the content of the report carefully again.

"It seems that you are going to be famous, son." He reached out and patted Scott's head, "It will pass."

At this moment, Emilia snatched the newspaper from him.

"Honey, this reporter is full of bullshit, but she's clearly good at stirring up emotions."

She scanned the report at a glance and said dissatisfied.

"In this way, those hateful racists will look down on you even more."

Scott said helplessly: "That is the most notorious reporter in the wizarding world, and her reports have always been just to catch people's attention."

"Then what do you do?" Emilia looked at him worriedly, "Can this kind of thing be clarified?"

Scott shook his head, "There is no need to clarify, the students of Hogwarts should know that I have almost no intersection with that girl."

"Well, I hope this doesn't affect your school life, dear."

Emilia put down the newspaper and went into the kitchen.

"That's not a bad thing, son."

Michael comforted Scott again.

"This kind of gossip-like report can confuse the water and make people who don't know the truth habitually think about it in other directions."

Scott nodded, "I think so too."

Therefore, he will not care about Rita Skeeter's nonsense for the time being, and even hopes that she can write more outrageous stories, the more deviating from reality, the better.

It's fine to let it be a farce on the surface.

After lunch, Scott went back to his room.

He took out the "truncated arm bone" again.

This magic item has undergone slight changes as he continues to use magic power to perceive it.

Although this change was minimal, it also gave him hope.

Maybe after a long period of running-in, this magic item will become familiar with his magic power, accept his magic power, and then play a role in his hands.

Therefore, while he was looking through the box of books and documents related to occultism, he also held the arm bone in one hand and played with it.

Scott roughly rummaged through the old books and papers in the wooden box, and found that most of them were just some Muggle mystical conjectures.

Only the "recipe" of the alchemist, because Scott can't "translate" for the time being, so he can't make a judgment yet.

But the texture of the old parchment, and the way the letters were written on the paper, made Scott suspect that it might really have something to do with wizards.

Since he couldn't use magic at home, he decided to take the paper to school and verify it again.

Scott sorted out the gifts given by others, and began to read the notes given to him by several professors.

The Charms Notebook sent by Professor Flitwick was still the original written by himself, and Scott learned a lot after reading only a few pages.

As a professor of charms at Hogwarts for many years, Professor Flitwick has his unique understanding and application of spells, which will benefit Scott a lot.

Scott was fascinated by watching, when he suddenly heard the doorbell from downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Emilia calling from the yard, "Scott! Your friend is here!"

friend?

Scott stood up from the desk, walked to the window and looked down.

"Milton?"

He looked at the long-haired boy standing at the gate of his yard in surprise.

"and many more."

He turned and ran downstairs to the courtyard gate.

"Scott."

Milton looked very bad, pale and haggard.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

He said helplessly.

Then, he took another box out of his backpack and handed it to Scott.

"It's a Christmas present."

Scott reached out to take it and asked him again, "What happened? You actually came here."

"I want to relax." Milton forced a smile, "So I came here to find you."

"come in."

Scott beckoned him into the house.

"It's hard for you to find my home."

Milton said: "There are not many residents in this small town, I just asked a few people."

Scott nodded.

But he stopped immediately, and said helplessly to Emilia, "Millie, this is my classmate and roommate, Milton Graves."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the word roommate.

Emilia asked with a strange expression, "Is your school mixed?"

"..."

Scott was speechless.

"Hello, Mrs. Trollope," Milton said softly. "You are mistaken. I am a man."

"boy?"

Emilia looked at him again, turned to Scott and said, "Oh, honey, no matter what choice you make, I will support you!"

"Thank you, Millie. But I'm straight."

Scott was even more helpless.

"As for Milton..."

He turned to Milton and said, "Why do I think you are asexual?"

Milton quickly understood what the word "asexual" meant.

"Maybe?" He said uncertainly, "I'm really not attracted to any girl or boy."

"That's it."

Scott held out his hands to Emilia.

"Is that so?" Emilia looked regretful.

"That's it."

Scott looked at her and said.

"Ok."

Emilia still warmly welcomed Milton.

Just because Milton had been acting uncomfortable and seemed preoccupied, Scott decided to take him out for a walk.

At last they came to the sea, standing on the top of the cliff, blowing the cold wind.

"What happened?" Scott asked, "If it's okay, with your usual personality of not wanting to trouble anyone, you probably wouldn't come here."

Milton squatted on a rock, staring blankly at the surging and deep sea below the cliff.

"Sorry." He said softly again.

"I don't want to hear sorry," Scott said. "If there is any problem, just say it and see if you can find a solution."

"I ran away from home," Milton said.

"...This is your rebellious period?"

To be honest, Scott was surprised.

Milton was not the kind of rebellious boy who would run away from home.

Milton shook his head.

"My mom left," he said, "and maybe my dad will remarry soon."

Scott was even more surprised.

He went to sit down beside Milton and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mother ran away at last," Milton said again.

escape?All used to escape?
Scott didn't know what to say.

Milton continued: "I think they must have been in love at first, didn't they? After all a wizard and a Muggle woman marry, they must be in love."

Scott knew he was just venting his emotions, so he just listened silently.

"Maybe my dad didn't think through what marrying a Muggle woman meant to him before he got married."

Milton's voice was low, flickering in and out of the wind.

"After suffering setbacks again and again, he would think at some point, if the one who married him was a witch...would it be easier for him..."

Scott wrapped his coat tightly.

In this way, he silently listened to the bloody love story of Milton's parents in the biting cold wind.

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