The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Summer vacation is coming.

Saying goodbye to his friends, Scott went to Madrid, Spain to be with his family as usual.

As usual, it was his cousin Ramiro who drove to Barajas Airport to pick him up this afternoon.

All other relatives also gathered to welcome him home.

Of course, Emilia's motherly and warm hug is indispensable when meeting her.

"My son, the time we can see you is getting shorter and shorter!"

She complained with red eyes.

"Maybe your father and I should have had one more child."

"Sorry, Mom."

Scott looked at Amelia guiltily.

Even he felt that maybe having more brothers or sisters would be better.

"Oh, Aunt Millie!"

Ramiro on the side livened up the atmosphere with his funny expressions.

"Don't forget me when you see Scott, I come to see you often."

Michael also smiled and said: "Oh, Milly, if you want to have another baby, it's not too late."

"Dad is right." Scott quickly agreed.

When the topic came up, others immediately jumped in.

Aunt Flora said she had long felt that one child for Emilia and Michael was too few.

"No, I don't want to have another one!"

Only Emilia herself objected.

She patted Scott's arm, "It's hard enough to give birth to this brat and then raise him!"

Michael came over at the right time and took her hand.

"Scott has grown up and is almost independent. Let him live the life he wants."

As he spoke, he took her hand and put it to his lips, kissing her fingers.

"Don't worry about this kid, and you don't need more children. I think it's enough to have me by your side. I love you, Milly."

"Oh, Mike."

Amelia looked at Michael moved.

"You're right, I love you too."

After saying that, the two hugged each other as if no one else was watching.

Scott looked at this scene in amusement and clapped directly.

Influenced by him, others began to applaud.

"A bit embarrassing, isn't it?"

Ramiro whispered to Scott.

"But luckily it's Aunt Millie and Uncle Mike. If it were my parents doing this..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Uncle Galle's serious face, stuck out his tongue and pretended to vomit.

Ramiro, who was complaining, didn't pay attention. What he said was overheard by several brats from Ramos's cousin's house and Adelina's cousin's house.

Several little ghosts immediately secretly told Aunt Flora.

So everyone laughed and enjoyed the scene of Cousin Ramiro having his ears twisted by Aunt Flora.

A few kiddies laughed especially loudly.

Looking at the smiling faces of his relatives, Scott couldn't help but relax completely and put other things aside for the time being.

In the next few days, Scott stayed at home and lived a very lazy and comfortable life, or went to watch football games with cousin Ramiro, or went to the beach to attend a music festival.

He also took the time to chat with his parents about his experiences this year, and shared a video of his participation in the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, he and Michael had an extra conversation.

While carrying Emilia on his back.

Michael was happy to hear that Scott was getting stronger.

"So, you now have the power to protect yourself."

He patted Scott on the shoulder happily.

"For me, this is the best news."

Afterwards, Scott also talked about what he wanted to do in the future.

Michael agreed.

He said: "From the perspective of ordinary people, it is also necessary to completely separate wizards from ordinary people."

As an ordinary person, he certainly understands the rapid development of this world better than wizards.

"The Internet, satellites, and ubiquitous cameras, if this continues, the wizards may not be able to hide for long."

In this regard, Michael undoubtedly has this understanding.

"Are we always going to have to rely on a small number of wizards holding small wooden sticks to erase people's memories? I doubt they even know what to do with the footage."

"That's what I'm thinking about," Scott said.

He knows better than Michael how rapidly technology will develop in the future.

In a few years, everyone will have a mobile phone in their hand that can take pictures and surf the Internet at any time.

"I don't really believe that wizards and ordinary people can live in peace." He said, "Even if most people are willing, there will always be some people who are not willing."

"I understand."

As an antiques dealer who wanders in the gray area, Michael knows more than Scott.

"Just do what you want."

He patted Scott on the shoulder again.

"Of course I don't want a war to break out between wizards and ordinary people. Milly and I are ordinary people, you are a wizard, and your future children are very likely to be wizards, right?"

Scott nodded.

He reached out and held the [Eye of Odin] pendant on his chest.

"Besides, I already have an absolutely safe escape route."

He winked at Michael.

"If nothing can be done, our family can hide inside and no one can find us."

"Oh, I don't think so."

Although he had already seen the space inside [Odin's Eye] under Scott's leadership, Michael still shook his head.

"You'd better be steady, son. I don't want to live such an isolated life unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I will."

Scott said with a smile.

Of course.

He wouldn't want to live that kind of life unless he had to.

Soon, the time came to July 13th.

Today is Scott's 17th birthday.

In the wizarding world, that means he's an adult.

He had a perfect birthday surrounded by his family.

After his birthday, Scott said goodbye to his parents and returned to England.

Returning to Oak Lodge in Crow Territory, Scott first unblocked his name and accepted a bunch of birthday gifts.

The next day, he directly activated the door key and came to the Sea of ​​Oak where the druids lived with Rimbaud.

After asking Rimbaud to report the news, Scott has been waiting where he was.

Soon, Savannah and her grandfather turned into wolves and ran towards him.

"Good morning, Scott."

Savannah, who returned to her human form, took the initiative to say hello to Scott.

"good morning."

Scott performed a formal wizard's ceremony at the old Druid.

"Mr. Doherty, Savannah."

"Um."

The old Druid was still not very friendly to him. The layers of wrinkles on his face were tight and he responded reluctantly.

Scott straightened up and took out a wooden box from the deformed lizard skin bag hanging on his waist.

"this……"

The old Druid immediately changed his face and looked at the box in his hand excitedly.

"This...this is..."

Scott nodded and opened the lid of the wooden box directly.

A soft golden light appears.

The old Druid and Savanna could not help but take a step forward, staring closely at the golden wood.

"That's right...that's right..."

The old Druid stretched out his hands tremblingly.

"This is the [Heart of the Holy Tree] that has been lost long ago!"

The moment his hands touched the wooden box, he raised his head and glanced at Scott.

Scott was smiling and indifferent, and even took the initiative to push the wooden box containing [Heart of the Sacred Tree] into his hand.

"this……"

The old Druid was a little surprised.

Scott certainly knew what he was surprised about.

only……

Perhaps for druids, [Heart of the Sacred Tree] is an incomparable treasure.

But for Scott, this thing is not an unparalleled treasure.

His goal has always been to open the passage to "Avalon."

"Can you tell me the time?"

he asked directly.

"The time it takes to open the passage after healing the Holy Tree."

"time……"

The old Druid hesitated to speak, looking a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, Mr. Doherty?"

Scott looked at him with some confusion.

"You told me that as long as we find the [Heart of the Holy Tree], we can restore the power of the Holy Tree and open the passage to 'Avalon'."

As he spoke, doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Are you lying to me?"

"Not polite! Who lied to you!"

The old druid vehemently denied it.

"Everything I tell you is the truth!"

Scott raised his eyebrows, "Then why don't you tell me the time when the channel can be opened?"

"Because I can't estimate the time either."

The old Druid became a little weaker and told the truth.

"There is no precedent for this, so I can't say how long it will take to prepare."

Scott heard this and raised his eyebrows higher.

"There is no precedent?" He asked unhappily, "Then why do you still conclude that [the Heart of the Holy Tree] can restore the power of the Holy Tree?"

He suspected that this bad old man was very bad and deceived himself into working as a free coolie to find the lost [Heart of the Sacred Tree] for them.

Maybe Scott's suspicion was too obvious, and the old druid jumped up and down in anger.

"Don't doubt my words! Druids never lie!"

"Who knows?" Scott didn't care. "I have already seen that your grandson, Aaron Doherty, is a liar."

"He He……"

The old Druid was choked to the point of speechlessness and gasping with anger.

"Sorry, Scott."

Savannah quickly held the old Druid's arm and looked at Scott.

"I'm really sorry about Aaron."

She said anxiously.

"But please believe me, my grandfather did not lie to you! [The Heart of the Holy Tree] can definitely restore the full power of the Holy Tree! Really, please believe me."

"All right……"

Scott looked into her eyes. He could see that Savannah was indeed not lying, so he nodded slowly.

"I trust you."

After all, unlike last summer, he was not so anxious about opening the channel now.

Last year, he was not strong enough, so he wanted to take advantage of Salazar Slytherin's awakening to enter "Avalon" first to destroy his plan.

But to be honest, this is actually a gamble.

Because he wasn't sure if that would be self-defeating.

If Slytherin was awakened by him and he didn't have the strength to fight it, he would just be dumbfounded.

Now that his strength has greatly increased, what he wants to do is simply make all preparations before opening the channel to end the prophecy.

This approach sounds relatively safe.

Thinking of this, Scott stretched out a hand directly.

"Then, the preparations for restoring the power of the sacred tree and opening the passage will be left to you, Savannah."

"Okay...ok..."

Savannah blushed and stretched out a hand.

Just a second before they finished high-fiving, another old hand suddenly stretched out, squeezed Savannah's hand away, and high-fived Scott.

Snapped.

“A pleasure to work with.”

Scott smiled calmly.

"Mr. Doherty."

“A pleasure to work with.”

The old Druid stared at Scott with eagle eyes.

"Mr. Trollope."

Then, he said solemnly: "I swear in the name of nature that the Druid will not break his promise on this matter."

"OK."

Scott smiled politely.

He took out a cardboard box from the deformed lizard skin bag and handed it to the old druid.

"There is a magic item here that you can contact me at any time, as well as its instruction manual. Please accept it. If you have any questions, please contact me directly."

"no problem."

The old druid reached out and took the carton.

Seeing Savannah watching eagerly, Scott took out another paper box containing [Magic Phone] and handed it to her.

Savannah was immediately happy.

And the old Druid's face fell down again.

"If there is nothing else..." he said pretentiously, "we have to get busy too. We need to hold a grand sacrifice under the sacred tree."

"Then, I'll leave first."

Scott didn't have any idea of ​​staying any longer and waved directly.

"Goodbye, Mr. Doherty, Savannah."

With that said, he activated the [Silver Snake Necklace] on his left hand and took Rimbaud back to the Crow Territory.

"The passage to 'Avalon' cannot be opened yet. What are you going to do next, Scott?"

Rimbaud asked curiously.

"Going to find the research materials hidden by the [Asgardian] School?"

"of course."

Scott sat at the desk and found the animal skin scroll obtained from the treasure chest in the Temple of Odin.

The coordinates of the secret realms "Niflheim" and "Jotunheim" are recorded on it.

Of course, it's not that straightforward, but requires some word games and a certain amount of calculations to get the answer.

But Scott has not had time to calculate these two coordinates.

Now, he will start to do this work.

With the help of arithmetic and divination, this kind of word games and calculations were not difficult for Scott, and soon he got the answer.

But after seeing the answer, he was stunned.

At the same time, a storm surged in his mind.

"Scott!"

"Scott!"

"Hello!"

"What’s wrong with you?"

Scott was stunned for a long time, so long that Rimbaud noticed him and kept calling his name.

"What happened?"

"I can't help but doubt everything now..."

Scott's face looked very ugly when he came back to his senses.

"So, what happened?" Rimbaud asked again.

"These two coordinates..."

Scott looked at his own notes on the parchment.

"Actually, I already have it."

"What?" Lan Bo looked up in surprise.

"Remember, [Leis Map] and [Sailor's Astrolabe]."

Scott spoke with some difficulty.

"The two coordinates I just calculated, one coincides with the coordinates I got from the [Sailor's Astrolabe], and the other coordinates are also exactly on Antarctica in the [Reis Map]."

"What do you mean?" Rimbaud froze.

"Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Scott reached out and rubbed his temples.

"If this is a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence."

Although the [Leis Map] came from his great-grandfather, and the [Sailor's Astrolabe] was chosen and purchased by himself, he just didn't want to believe this coincidence.

This may be an intuition.

"If it's not a coincidence, then who arranged all this?"