Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 241 241. Welcome to Salamanca
On the way back from the airport, cousin Ramiro drove the car.

Emilia drove Michael to the passenger seat, and she sat in the back seat with Scott, talking non-stop.

While she was talking about her and Michael's life after they came to Spain, she was very busy asking Scott about his life at school this semester.

Scott also listened carefully to her narration and patiently answered her questions.

Listening to Emilia talking about her and Michael's life in Spain and seeing the unforced smile on her face, Scott was finally relieved a lot.

It was because of him that his parents had to leave their favorite small town in England, and they had to live in a foreign country.

Although it happened for a reason, it made Scott always feel guilty about it.

But now he heard that Michael and Emilia had fully adjusted to life here, especially Emilia, who was clearly enjoying herself after being reunited with her mother's family.

In this way, the guilt in Scott's heart will be less.

Scott glanced at the passing street scene outside the car window and asked Emilia, "Millie, did you buy a house in Madrid?"

"Oh Scott!"

Ramiro, who was driving, laughed out loud,
He said in poor English: "Aunt Millie doesn't need to buy a house in Madrid. The Hill family has many houses in Madrid, and Aunt Millie has more than one house in her name."

Scott raised an eyebrow at Emilia.

He knew nothing about the situation of his foreign ancestors.

All I know is that my great-grandfather used to be the master of an underground gang in London.

Emilia said with some embarrassment, "I gave up those things before, but I didn't expect Caleb to keep them for me... Oh, Caleb is your uncle."

Scott was a little unbelievable, "Haven't you guys been in touch all these years?"

Emilia shook her head.

Ramiro interjected: "My father and Aunt Millie seemed to have a bad relationship in the past. They were unwilling to bow to each other first, so they had a stalemate for more than ten years."

"..."

Scott glanced at Emilia in surprise, and then deliberately looked at Michael through the rearview mirror.

"Oh? What's the reason?"

Although this is the question, Scott already has the answer in his heart.

Before Michael inherited the family business, he was just a punk who dropped out of high school. Who would marry his good girl?

In addition, everyone in the Hill family returned to Spain, but Emilia stayed in England alone, and gave birth to Scott at the age of 18...

There are indications that this is when Emilia and her natal family fell out completely.

And this may also be the main reason why Emilia never mentioned the situation of her grandparents to Scott.

Facing Scott's question, Emilia passed vaguely.

Michael, who was looking at Scott through the rearview mirror, just blinked at him.

But Ramiro, who was in charge of driving, couldn't help laughing again.

Scott asked him, "What do you know, Ramiro?"

Ramiro shook his head directly, as if he didn't dare to tell him directly.

Talking and laughing, the car drove into a neighborhood full of "rich district" temperament.

"We're almost there!" Ramiro exclaimed. "Welcome to Salamanca!"

"Thank you." Scott joked, "It's a pity that I'm just a boy from a small town in England, and I don't fit in with the temperament here."

Ramiro laughed, "You have to get used to this, Scott! Aunt Millie and Uncle Mike have moved here, and this will be your home from now on!"

"I will work hard." Scott said pretending to be serious.

"Of course." Ramiro gave him a look through the rearview mirror, "I will help you, as long as you get to know a few more girls, you will fall in love with this place!"

Scott raised an eyebrow.

Before he answered, Emilia couldn't wait to say: "Then please, Ramiro! Scott is going to have his 15th birthday soon, but as far as I know, he hasn't been in a relationship yet!"

"Oh..." Ramiro opened his mouth wide and let out a long-drawn exclamation.

"Hey!" Scott looked at Emilia dissatisfied.

Isn't it normal for a 15-year-old to have never been in a relationship?
Emilia ignored his eyes and continued to say to Ramiro: "You have a whole summer vacation, you take Scott to play together, football, concerts, parties, beaches, surfing, in short, let Scott Just follow you!"

"No problem! Aunt Millie! I'll play with Scott and introduce him to some nice girls."

Ramiro laughed for a while, and agreed.

But Scott didn't want to agree.

The activities that Emilia said sounded like a world away, and he was already a whole life away from those activities.

He himself was a little strange.

Obviously, he also liked this kind of lively activity in his last life, but now he feels a little bit resistant just thinking about it.

Maybe it's been living a life for too long.

he thinks.

Switching will be a laborious feeling.

However, when Scott saw Michael's disdainful eyes, he was blocked from refusing and didn't say it.

Forget it.

Scott opened the car window and let the warm wind ruffle his hair.

At Hogwarts, his mental state has been a little tense, and at the same time he is studying and squeezing his energy.

This is not a good thing after a long time.

Forget about that for a while, it’s not bad to relax once in a while?

Not long after, the car drove into a residential area where single-family villas gathered, and stopped in front of a villa with a large area.

"Aunt Millie, you go down first, I'll park the car." Ramiro said.

The Scott family of three got out of the car first.

After getting off the car, Emilia tidied Scott's hair with her hands, and pulled him into the garden in front of the villa.

"Millie, Mike, you are back!"

The door of the villa opened, and a woman who appeared to be in her 40s came out.

She spoke English with a heavier accent than Ramiro, but she smiled enthusiastically.

"You must be Scott!"

She rushed over to give Scott a hug.

"I am your Aunt Flora!"

"Hello, Aunt Flora."

As soon as Scott opened his mouth to say hello, Flora took him by the arm and walked into the house.

"Come in, dear, your uncle must want to see you too!"

She winked back at Scott.

"You must forgive him for not welcoming you at the door. This kind of old man is more face-saving."

"Cough! Cough!"

Several heavy coughs sounded in time.

Scott looked around and saw a man who looked about 50 years old sitting on the sofa.

He also has reddish-brown hair combed back meticulously.

There is no smile on the sharp-edged face, the beard on the lips and chin are neatly arranged, and the pursed mouth looks a little serious.

It seemed that this was Uncle Caleb.

　Sorry for being lazy today.

　　Tomorrow four more make up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)