At the end of the conversation, the father and son closed the door of the antique shop and returned to their home on another street.

"Scott."

Emilia rushed straight out of the house and hugged Scott at the gate, so frightened that Rimbaud on his shoulder quickly flapped his wings and flew up.

Emilia has brownish-red hair and looks several years younger than Michael.

She looked at Scott with warm brown eyes and said excitedly, "Long time no see, honey, I miss you so much." ”

"I miss you too, Millie." Scott said with a smile.

He stood still, letting his mother rub his head and touch his face.

Then Emilia pulled him into the house in a hurry, "Come in, my dear son, and look at the Christmas dinner I have prepared." ”

Scott turned around and smiled at Michael, who had been left behind.

After entering the warm room, Scott took off his coat and followed Emilia to the kitchen to see the food she had prepared—

In addition to the indispensable roast turkey, there are grilled steaks, Christmas cakes, Christmas puddings, mulled wine, eggnog......

In the face of the dazzling array of food, Scott took the trouble to compliment them all, which made Emilia very happy.

Satisfied, she let Scott out of the kitchen.

In the living room, Michael is sitting on the couch by the fireplace reading a newspaper.

"Mike, where is Shay?" Scott asked, "Is she okay?" ”

Michael didn't look up and said, "At this time, I'm probably sleeping in your room." ”

"I deliberately left Shay at home, but you rarely write to me." Scott complained casually.

"Your mother doesn't trust the owl's way of delivering letters." Michael shrugged his shoulders, "She's afraid Shay lost the letter or flew away and couldn't find her way back." ”

"Well, I still can't convince her of that."

Scott turned and went upstairs.

"I'll go see her."

He went to the second floor and pushed open his room.

The grey owl, which was squatting on the windowsill and sleeping, immediately opened its eyes alertly.

"Shay, are you okay?"

Scott walked over and touched its head.

Shay let out a few low noises, rubbed his palms perfunctorily, and went back to sleep.

"Okay, okay, you get some rest first." Scott withdrew his hand, "You've got to be busy tonight." ”

He turned and closed the door to his room, untying the shape-shaped lizard skin pouch from his waist and removing the bone from it.

Lying on his back on the bed, Scott held the magical artifact in front of his eyes to take a closer look.

Although Travers had heard it go by name, "amputated arm bone", Scott couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

If it's a human bone, it seems to be too small.

As a complete upper arm bone, it is not as long as Scott's palm.

Its color was not old, but rather a crystalline white, and the surface was densely engraved with runes that he did not recognize at all.

He decided to give it a try.

Scott sat up, clenched his bones with his hands, and entered some magic.

But he was unable to activate the magic item.

He could feel it rejecting his magic.

Is it "binding equipment"?

Thinking of this possibility, Scott frowned.

It was the "artifact" he had been waiting for, and with its ability to cut contracts, he could use his magic to his fullest during the holidays.

However, reality seemed to disappoint him.

Scott tried to increase the mana output again, but the "severed arm bone" still didn't move.

It was in his hands like a Muggle artifact that had nothing to do with magic.

Scott lay down on the bed again and closed his eyes.

He began to experiment with his own Transfiguration practice, slowly perceiving the object with his magical powers.

However, until dinner began, nothing seemed to progress in his attempts.

But Scott put the matter aside for a while and focused on enjoying dinner with his family.

After a laughing dinner, the family of three sat on the couch by the fireplace and chatted.

Emilia looked at Scott with some concern, "Scott, Michael told me before dinner that you had some skirmishes with others at school. ”

"It's alright, Millie." Scott smiled at her, "You know, people from different walks of life don't like each other, it's a part of England, and wizards are no exception. ”

"No, I've seen the books you bought."

Emilia looked at him disapprovingly.

"A Modern History of Magic," "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century," "Hogwarts: A School History."

Hearing this, Scott knew he couldn't fool himself.

"I've learned that the wizarding world in Britain was at war more than a decade ago." Emilia continued.

At this moment, she detached herself from the appearance of a housewife, and her expression looked like that of a professor.

"All along, I thought that the Dark Lord had been defeated, as the book says...... Whether it's because of a 'boy who doesn't die'......"

Her tone was a little disgusted.

Obviously, she didn't understand that wizards needed to rely on the power of a baby to win the war.

"But there is no doubt that it was your side, Mr. Headmaster, who won the war."

Then, her tone began to be questioning again.

"I don't understand, as the losing side of the war, how can those followers of the Dark Lord, those racists, their children dare to be arrogant in school?"

Scott patiently explained the current situation in the wizarding world.

"Those pure-blood families don't have a good time." He said.

"Not to mention those who are already in prison, even those who have escaped from prison by cunning will face endless rounds of searches by the Ministry of Magic."

"But those kids, they're still arrogant in school." Emilia said with a frown.

"Because they're just kids, and Hogwarts is just a school."

Scott spread his hands.

"Mr. Principal has always treated all students equally, except for the 'boy who never died', of course."

He tried to say nice things to reassure Amilia.

"Those purebloods, their elders are well-behaved. As for the students, if their arrogant behavior crosses the line, the professors will punish them. ”

Emilia was still dissatisfied, "They affected you!" And you're just an innocent student, and no one in our family has ever participated in that damn war at all! ”

"Don't worry, Mom, I can handle it." He laughed and said, "Didn't Michael tell you that I won a Slytherin seventh year in a dueling club event. ”

"It's a bad feeling, dear."

Emilia takes Scott's hand.

"It reminds me of when I was fifteen."

She glared at Michael fiercely.

"That year, I watched your dad drop out of school and hang out with those bad boys on the street!"

Michael looked up from the newspaper and winked innocently.

"You may be in more danger now than he was then, my dear."

Emilia looked at Scott worriedly again.

"But I can't say it...... Words that make you give up......"

She said with a little choked up.

"I know you love magic."

Scott was at a loss for a moment, so he could only look at Michael for help.

[You're still too tender, boy.] ］

Michael gave him a look and walked over and put his arm around Emilia.

"Don't worry, dear." He gently patted Emilia on the back.

"Go away."

Emilia pushed him away and stood up.

She looked like she had regained her composure.

"Maybe you need a good gun, son."

She turned and walked towards the stairs.

"It was my father's gift to me as an adult, and I was going to give it to you when you were an adult."

After she finished speaking, she ran upstairs with a "swoop".

Scott stared at her back dumbfounded.

"May I ask, Mike?" He spoke hesitantly.

Mike asked, "What?" ”

Scott turned his head to look at him, "Tell me, what did my maternal grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather do?" ”

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