Scott put down the newspaper with mixed feelings.

"What is this?" Michael walked over and picked up the Daily Prophet and glanced at it, unable to help but raise an eyebrow.

"This is the Sun of the wizarding world?" He asked.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "This is supposed to be the Times of the wizarding world, but its content is often biased towards The Sun. ”

Michael took a closer look at the report.

"Looks like you're going to be famous, son." He reached out and patted Scott on the head, "It'll pass." ”

At this time, Emilia snatched the newspaper from him.

"My dear, although this journalist is talking nonsense throughout, she is clearly very good at inciting emotions."

She glanced at the report and said dissatisfied.

"That way, those hateful racists will look down on you even more."

Scott reluctantly said, "That's the most notorious journalist in the wizarding world, and her reports have always been just for the sake of attracting attention. ”

"And what do you do?" Emilia looked at him worriedly, "Can this be clarified?" ”

Scott shook his head, "No need to clarify, the students at Hogwarts should know that I have almost no intersection with that girl." ”

"Well, hopefully this won't affect your school life, dear."

Emilia put down the newspaper and went into the kitchen.

"That's not a bad thing, son."

Michael comforted Scott again.

"This kind of gossip can muddy the waters and make people who don't know the truth habitually think about it in other directions."

Scott nodded, "I think so too. ”

Therefore, he will not care about Rita Skeeter's nonsense for the time being, and even hopes that she can write more outrageous stories, and the more deviant from reality, the better.

It's nice to have this seem like a farce.

After lunch, Scott went back to his room.

He took out the "severed arm bone" again.

The magic item had already undergone a slight change in the face of his constant use of mana perception.

Although this change is minimal, it also gives him hope.

Perhaps, after a long run-in, this magical item will become familiar with his magic, accept his magic, and then play a role in his hands.

So, while he checked the box of occult books, he also held his arm bone in one hand and played with it.

Scott currantly rummaged through the old books and papers in the wooden box, and found that most of them were just Muggle occult fantasies.

Only the alchemist's "recipe", because Scott can't "translate" it for the time being, can't make a judgment yet.

But the texture of the old parchment, and the way the letters were written on it, made Scott a little suspicious that it might really have something to do with wizards.

Since he couldn't use magic at home, he decided to take the piece of paper to school to verify it.

Scott sorted through the gifts that others had given him, and began to flip through the notes given to him by several professors.

The Charms notes sent by Professor Flitwick were still the originals he had written by hand, and Scott had gained a lot from just reading a few pages.

As a Charms professor at Hogwarts for many years, Professor Flitwick has a unique understanding and use of charms, which will benefit Scott greatly.

Scott was fascinated when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing downstairs.

Immediately after, he heard Emilia calling from the courtyard, "Scott! Your friends are here! ”

Friend?

Scott stood up from his desk and walked to the window to look down.

"Milton?"

He looked at the long-haired boy standing at the door of his yard in amazement.

"Wait."

He turned and ran downstairs to the gate of the courtyard.

"Scott."

Milton looked very bad, pale and haggard.

"Sorry to interrupt."

He said a little confused.

Then, he took a box out of his backpack and handed it to Scott.

"It's a Christmas present."

Scott reached out and took it, and asked him again, "What happened?" You're going to come here. ”

"I want to go around." Milton smiled reluctantly, "That's why I'm coming to you." ”

"Come in."

Scott beckoned him into the house.

"It's hard for you to find my home."

"There aren't many people living in this town, so I just asked a few people," Milton said. ”

Scott nodded.

But then he stopped, and said to Emilia beside him helplessly, "Millie, this is my classmate and roommate, Milton Graves. ”

He emphasized the word roommate.

Emilia asked with a strange expression, "Is your school co-ed?" ”

“……”

Scott was a little speechless.

"Hello, Madame Trollope." Milton whispered, "You're mistaken, I'm a man. ”

"Boy?"

Emilia looked at him again, turned to Scott and said, "Oh dear, no matter what choice you make, I'll support you!" ”

"Thank you, Millie. But I'm heterosexual. ”

Scott was even more helpless.

"As for Milton......"

He turned to Milton and said, "How do I think you're asexual?" ”

Milton quickly understood what the word "asexual" meant.

"Maybe?" "I really haven't had any feelings for any girl or boy," he said, not so surely. ”

"That's it."

Scott stretched out his hands to Amilia.

"Is that so?" Emilia looked like she still had regrets.

"That's it."

Scott looked at her and said.

"Okay."

Emilia still warmly welcomed Milton.

It was only because Milton had been acting uncomfortable and seemed preoccupied that Scott decided to take him out for a walk.

Finally they came to the seashore and stood on the top of the cliff blowing the cold wind.

"What happened?" Scott asked, "If it were okay, you probably wouldn't have come here because you don't want to cause trouble to anyone." ”

Milton sat on a rock, staring a little stunned at the deep sea below the cliff.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again.

"I'm not sorry to hear it." "Speak up if there's a problem and see if you can find a solution." ”

"I ran away from home." Milton said.

“…… Is this your rebellious period? ”

To be honest, Scott was surprised.

Milton wasn't the rebellious boy who would run away from home.

Milton shook his head.

"My mom is gone." "Maybe it won't be long before my dad gets married again," he said. ”

Scott was even more surprised.

He walked over to Milton and sat down, patting him on the shoulder.

"Mom finally ran away." Milton said again.

Escape? Are all used to escape?

Scott didn't know what to say.

Milton continued: "I guess they must have loved each other in the first place, didn't they? After all, when a wizard and a Muggle woman are married, they must be in love. ”

Scott knew he was just venting, so he just listened in silence.

"Maybe my dad didn't figure out what it meant to him to marry a Muggle woman before he got married."

Milton's voice was low, fainting in the wind.

After suffering one setback after another, he would sometimes wonder if it was a witch who had married him in the first place...... Wouldn't it be easier for him then......"

Scott tightened his coat.

In this way, he silently listened to the bloody love story of Milton's parents in the biting cold wind.

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