Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 99

Michael glanced upstairs and said with a smile, "Millie's family? Maybe you need to ask her personally."

He avoided answering Scott's question, and sat back on the sofa to pick up the newspaper and read it again.

"...I asked when I was a kid, but she said everyone in the family died." Scott said helplessly, "I can see she's lying."

In this regard, Michael just shrugged, expressing helplessness.

Scott watched his reaction and gave up on seeking answers from him.

At the same time, he began to think.

First of all, he still knew Emilia's surname before she got married - Hill.

Also, Michael actually mentioned "family" just now.

But the surname Hill was actually quite common in England, and Scott couldn't come up with an answer.

At this time, Emilia ran downstairs again in a hurry.

She handed Scott a silver and black pistol.

"HKP7 pistol, the most representative product among the pistols produced by German HK company in the 70s."

She was a familiar introduction.

"Using 9mm Parabellum, the muzzle velocity is 350 meters per second, and it is equipped with 13 rounds of magazines, and the effective range is 50 meters. The recoil is small, and the safety and accuracy are also good."

Scott skillfully held the pistol in his hand and looked at it, "So, a few years ago, you let me join the shooting club just for this day?"

"Sorry, dear."

Emilia smiled guiltily.

"Although your father is only concentrating on the business of antique shops, your background... may still cause you some trouble."

Scott looked at her, "As far as I know, the troubles left by my grandfather can't be called troubles. It seems that the real troubles come from the Hill family?"

"Just maybe." Emilia emphasized.

"Okay, maybe."

Scott took the pistol apart and looked at it, and found that Emilia had kept it well-maintained and that the magazine was still full of bullets.

He raised his eyes again and asked, "Then can you tell me about your parents' family, dear mother."

Emilia felt even more guilty, and she said embarrassingly, "Perhaps you have heard the name Billy Hill?"

Scott recalled and found that he seemed to have some impressions of the name, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He turned to look at Michael.

Michael glanced at Emilia first, and only spoke after seeing her nod.

"Billy Hill, the biggest gang boss in the London Underworld in the 50s and 60s, fought Jack Spot for turf and won."

He glanced at Emilia again, and added: "It is said that he was born into a family of thieves, and more than 20 family members are all gang members."

"...I remember." Scott felt a little weird, "I've seen stories about him."

"That's my grandfather." Emilia said a little embarrassedly. "He retired quickly and lived in seclusion in Spain. I didn't return to England until my grandfather died when I was ten years old."

"In other words, your grandfather has long since quit? After so many years, where did the troubles come from?" Scott asked inexplicably.

Emilia smiled sheepishly. "My grandfather took one thing with him when he left London."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"A map," Emilia said.

"Map? Treasure map?" Scott asked curiously.

"No," Emilia said. "It's the Reis map."

"The Reyes map?" Scott asked. "The one where the Antarctic continent was drawn in 1513?"

In the 20s, when the Turks were cleaning up artifacts from the Byzantine period, they accidentally discovered an ancient map drawn on parchment, dated 1513.

This map has been controversial in the world for a long time. It was found that the Antarctic land was painted in light colors below the map, showing the unglaciated Queen Maud and the crisscrossing inland rivers.

However, Antarctica was only officially discovered by humans in 1820, and Queen Maud's land was covered by glaciers for at least 1 years.

Scott had seen the anecdote and thought the map was probably drawn by a wizard.

Emilia nodded, "My grandfather took the original parchment by chance."

"But copies of this map are everywhere," Scott said.

Emilia lowered her voice, "Only a very few people know that the pattern on that map once moved."

Scott's eyebrows were raised higher, "That should be the work of some ancient wizard."

At this point, his curiosity was bursting.

"You should have told me sooner, Millie," he said cheerfully. "There may be a secret to that map."

At this moment, Scott's mind has been swiped by game terms such as "large copy", "ancient ruins", "Wizard's Secret Realm".

"That's it, I don't want to tell you."

Emilia reached out and pinched Scott's face.

"I'm afraid you will one day go on an adventure without telling us."

Scott raised his hand in surrender, "No, I don't take risks so easily, so where's that map?"

"My grandfather was working on that map until he died, and he even wanted to go to the South Pole."

Emilia said angrily.

"It's a pity that his body didn't allow him to do that, and he didn't get anything until he died."

"He took the map to the grave?" Scott asked.

"No, he gave me the map, his favorite little granddaughter," Emilia said with a smile, "but I won't give it to you until you're an adult, honey."

"Ok."

Scott's mood also calmed down.

"It just so happens that I won't think about traveling until I'm an adult."

"Anyway..." Emilia said solemnly, "Grandfather said that there may be some people who know that map and even covet it."

Scott nodded in understanding.

"But after so many years, nothing happened." Emilia smiled again, "Maybe grandfather's words are exaggerated, or those people have given up."

"Still be careful." Scott reminded.

"Of course, I only told you and your dad about this," Emilia said.

The conversation about his mother's family came to an end for a while, and Scott felt that he had been overwhelmed by what he had experienced during the day.

He decided to send the Christmas gifts he had prepared for his friends first.

He went to the kitchen to cut some beef and came to his room on the second floor.

Shay was already awake at this time, staring at Rimbaud in the tree outside the window with big golden eyes.

Scott placed the beef platter on the windowsill, and Shay gave two grateful tweets, then lowered his head to eat.

Scott took out the gift he had prepared from the deformed lizard skin bag on the table, a stack of small picture frames the size of a slap.

He used the "splash color method" to draw a small portrait of each of his friends, just big enough to fit in a photo frame.

Among them, Roger and Fred and George are all playing Quidditch, and Milton is playing the cello.

As for Eddie, in order to take care of his face, Scott also specially painted him reading a book.

In addition to these friends, he also drew a picture of Luna, the back of a little girl in a nightgown sitting on the windowsill.

The morning fog he saw while talking to Luna that morning gave him the inspiration for Splash.

Apart from the gifts he prepared for Michael and Emilia, these were the only gifts he made by himself, and the others were all orders in exchange for money.

Since he couldn't use magic after leaving school, he deliberately took time to paint and make it before the holiday.

Scott took out some colored paper and started wrapping the paintings.

Gotta ask Shay to get them all out tonight.

Shay, who has become accustomed to being lazy, is still feasting, and he still doesn't know the work he will face tonight.

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(End of this chapter)