The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"how do you want to do it?"

Scott asked Milton.

"I mean, was the reason you ran away from home because you wanted to find your mother?"

Milton shook his head.

"No, she finally got up the courage to escape from the life that she still can't adapt to after 15 years. I should support her."

He suddenly laughed into the wind.

"You know, it wasn't until I saw the letter she left me that I really understood her situation over the years..."

"She never expressed any opinions on my education. It's not that she has no opinions, but my grandfather told her to shut up in this regard."

"It turns out she was also a cellist before she got married, and had even been accepted into the London Philharmonic Orchestra."

"When I showed my love for music since I was a child, she couldn't give me even a word of encouragement."

"My father has difficulty getting promoted in the Ministry of Magic, but they don't think it's because of his ability. They think it's his mother's presence that's holding him back because his boss hates Muggles..."

"As time went by, even Dad himself believed it..."

"Some time ago, he started dating a pure-blood widow..."

"My mother finally couldn't bear this kind of life... She suddenly woke up and realized that she had lost herself in this love and marriage..."

"... She said in the letter that she would leave England, maybe go to Italy, France, or Austria... She decided to find herself and her dreams."

Milton suddenly stood up.

The strong wind ruffled his hair and he narrowed his eyes.

"Scott!"

He turned and looked at Scott.

"I gave up music!"

he said loudly.

"In order for her to live a better life in such a family, I gave up music!"

The tears in his eyes were blown away by the wind as they rolled down.

"I think if I could become a wizard with better magic, her situation would be better..."

His expression looked very unwilling.

"But she ran away first! She said to me in the letter... She hopes that I can do what I like, live for myself, not change myself for anyone, and never give up on my dreams!"

Scott sat still and looked at him quietly.

"She's right!" he said softly.

"You know, Scott." He raised his voice, "I understand... I understand that the decision she made was the right one, and what she said to me is also absolutely correct... But, I still can't help but be angry, I Really unwilling! ”

He suddenly squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Although Milton was prone to tears in the past, most of them were sad for spring and autumn.

Scott seemed to have never seen him lose his temper like this.

"...I'm really unwilling..."

He repeated while crying.

"what is this……"

Scott still didn't speak.

He understood that Milton didn't want to hear any comfort or persuasion, he just wanted to vent, and he just needed a quiet listener.

Milton cried for a long time.

It wasn't until Scott felt like he was freezing that he stopped crying.

"I'm sorry, Scott."

he said hoarsely.

"I don't know who to talk to except you. Even Roger and Eddie wouldn't understand how determined I was to give up music..."

"I know."

Scott looked at the handkerchief in his hand that was smeared with snot and tears, took out his own handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Wipe it again, otherwise the tears will freeze on your face."

"Thanks."

Milton took the handkerchief and began to wipe his face.

"So what are you going to choose?" Scott asked him, "Can your music... be exchanged?"

"I have no idea."

Milton shook his head.

"But I will try hard." He said seriously.

Scott said: "If it were me... maybe magic would be more important to me."

"You are already a genius, Scott." Milton looked at him disapprovingly, "Even if you exchange your painting talent for it, your magic will not improve much."

Scott nodded, "Of course, I won't exchange. I mean...if I were you, if my magic didn't stand out, I would be willing to exchange."

"I'm not like you, Scott."

Milton tidied his messy hair.

"For me, magic is just enough."

He clutched his chest.

"Although I no longer have the talent for music, that love still remains in my heart."

"However, a completed vow is difficult to reverse." Scott was not optimistic about his ability to regain his musical talent.

"I can pay the price."

Milton said.

"My grandfather and father were very satisfied with the magic of my growth, but my mother has left. As she said, I don't have to change myself for other people's expectations."

"..."

Scott finally said those words——

"Just tell me if you need help."

This has been going on for a long time, ever since Milton and Roger heard strange music.

But after all, I still can't escape this trouble!

Scott thought sadly.

"No need," Milton said, "That oath is too weird and I don't want to involve you."

Scott just nodded.

But in fact, he had already realized that he would be involved in this matter one day.

After that, the two left the beach.

Scott took Milton to visit a small art gallery in the town of Hastings, which made Milton feel much better.

He left before dinner arrived.

Scott did not keep him.

After all, this kid ran away from home, and he had to go back as soon as possible to give an explanation.

After sending Milton on the train, Scott met David when he left the station.

"Hey, Scott, was that your girl just now?"

David, who was lazy, was a wandering gangster like Michael when he was young.

"That's a boy, David."

Scott said unhappily.

David looked at him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to..."

"I should have pushed you off the cliff into the sea, David!"

Scott ignored him and left.

After returning home, he had to briefly explain the situation Milton was facing to Michael and Emilia.

After that, he finally sat down at the desk in the room again and opened the notebook given to him by Professor Flitwick again.

The gifts from the professors were great, and the knowledge Scott gained made him feel better again.

On a new day, Scott sent Shay to buy the Prophet Daily early.

"Where to go? Has the Travers family, one of the twenty-eight holy families, completely declined?"

Somewhat beyond his expectation, the front-page news of the day was very normal, and the writer was not Rita Skeeter.

But when he turned to the second page of the newspaper, he couldn't help but frown again.

"Parting reluctantly, the boy who was infatuated with Travers has another love?"

The picture in the picture was the scene when he sent Milton to the train.

"..."

Scott wanted to curse.

He was careless!

He didn't even sense the existence of Rita Skeeter!

Should I say... worthy of her?

That woman wrote so many offensive reports and was not killed, which shows that she is still quite capable.

...

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