The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 251 251. Moving into a Countryside Manor

"Then let's do this..."

Scott thought about it and proposed a compromise.

"You can send someone, but it's best for the family to stay together during this period and not leave alone before the matter is resolved."

Caleb looked at Scott for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

"Okay." He said, "We all go to the manor left by my grandfather in the countryside for vacation."

Scott smiled with satisfaction, "This way it's foolproof. Even if I lose, I can take everyone away."

Caleb smiled rarely, "That won't happen."

He looked confident.

Scott didn't say much about this.

As long as the safety of the family can be ensured, other things can be put aside for the time being.

After the nephew and uncle discussed it, they took action.

Of course, it was Caleb who took action.

Scott's uncle was obviously a man of swift action, and no one would refute his decision.

Ramos' wife and Adelina's husband came to the villa overnight with their children.

Caleb quickly arranged the car and the person responsible for protection, and they left Madrid overnight by car.

At Scott's request, all the family members, including a team of bodyguards in security uniforms, sat on a bus together.

The five children of my cousin and cousin were shouting excitedly all the way, making the bus particularly lively.

Scott sat in the last row with his parents.

Emilia played with a pistol in her hand, aiming out the window from time to time.

"I haven't fired a gun for a long time." She talked about the gun in a tone that was like lamenting her lost youth.

Michael and Scott looked at each other, and tacitly did not respond to her words.

"Will our leaving like this not alert the mastermind behind the scenes?" Emilia asked in a low voice again.

Michael replied softly, "Caleb announced to the public that this was to protect the safety of his family before the kidnapping case was really solved."

"That's right." Scott said, "The police are now investigating a kidnapping case for money."

Emilia nodded.

Scott leaned closer and whispered to her, "Millie, where is the map? Is it safe?"

"Of course it's safe. No one knows where it is, except me." Emilia smiled triumphantly.

She put the pistol back into the holster on her waist and pinched the flesh on Scott's face with her hands, "What's wrong, my dear son? Do you want to know?"

"I didn't, Mom." Scott answered honestly.

Emilia pinched the flesh on his face and turned it gently, "Remember, it's a gift you can only get when you become an adult."

"Okay, Mom." Scott rubbed his face with his hands.

The bus drove out of the city of Madrid and headed north, passing through several small towns and entering the mountains.

When they arrived at the destination, several playing children had fallen asleep exhausted.

Five children, four of them, including my cousin and his wife, my cousin and his wife, and Ramiro, got off the bus each holding one.

"This is the manor left by my grandfather."

Emilia said to Michael and Scott, her tone full of nostalgia.

"I spent my childhood here, and my grandfather, father and mother all died here."

Speaking of this, she looked a little sad.

Michael took the opportunity to hug her shoulders.

Scott's grandfather and grandmother both died in the first half of the year.

Fortunately, Emilia came to Spain and accompanied them in their last days.

Scott was observing the environment of the manor.

"Millie, Mike, Scott, everyone, go in!"

But soon, they followed Aunt Flora's greeting and walked into the manor.

Soon, the dark and silent manor became brightly lit.

After arranging the sleeping children, everyone gathered in the hall of the manor.

"I believe everyone knows what happened." Caleb looked at his family seriously, "No one is allowed to leave the manor until the instigator of the kidnapping case is arrested."

Flora also said: "That's right! And you!"

She told the two young couples, "Remember to take good care of the children!"

Caleb arranged the work of the bodyguard team, and then everyone returned to their rooms.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Scott did not go to bed directly. Instead, he held his wand and went upstairs to the attic.

But when he pushed open the door of the attic, Caleb's voice came from inside, "Why are you up here?"

A red light flickered in the dark attic, and he seemed to be smoking in front of the attic window.

"Uncle?" Scott was also a little surprised.

With a snap, the lights came on, and the layout of the attic appeared in front of him.

This is a attic arranged as a studio.

The walls are covered with various large and small oil paintings, and the flower stands and painting tools on the floor are piled up like a mountain.

However, all of this looks very old.

Scott couldn't help but start to appreciate the paintings on the wall, and finally stopped in front of a portrait.

This is a portrait of a family portrait.

Scott saw Emilia when she was a child, young Caleb, grandparents who had never met, and great-grandfather.

"I heard from Emilia that you also like oil painting?" Caleb put out the cigarette and walked to Scott's side.

Scott nodded, "It's my hobby since I was a child."

"You can use this studio while you are here." Caleb said, "Tomorrow I will ask the purchaser to bring new painting tools."

Scott glanced at him, then looked at the signature on the painting, and asked with some surprise, "This studio used to be yours?"

Caleb smiled and reached out to touch the canvas in front of him, "When I was young, I wanted to be a painter, but now I haven't picked up a paintbrush for decades."

His few words seemed to contain a not-so-good story.

Scott opened his mouth and finally said: "You can also take up painting as a hobby."

"No." Caleb put down his hand and turned away without hesitation, "When it's time to give up, you have to be more thorough."

He opened the attic door directly.

"Whatever you have to do, hurry up and go to bed early."

After saying that, he left directly.

Scott watched his back disappear into the darkness, and couldn't help feeling that his uncle was also a ruthless person.

He walked to the door, reached out and closed the door.

Then he raised his wand.

First, he placed a silencing spell in the attic, and then waved the wand again.

"Flying birds."

Crash la la... flutter...