"What do you want to do?"

Scott asked Milton.

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

Milton shook his head.

"No, she finally mustered up the courage to escape the life she had been unable to adapt to for 15 years, and I should support her."

He suddenly laughed in the wind.

"You know, it wasn't until I read the letter she left me that I really understood what she had been like all these years......"

"She never had any opinion on my education, not that she wasn't assertive, but that her grandfather told her to keep her mouth shut about it."

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

"When I grew up with a love for music, she couldn't give me even a word of encouragement."

"My dad had a hard time getting promoted in the Ministry of Magic, but they didn't think it was my father's ability, they felt that his mother's presence was holding him back, because his boss hated Muggles......"

"After a long time, even my father himself believed ......"

"Some time ago, he started dating a widow of pureblood......"

"Mom finally can't stand this life anymore...... She woke up to the fact that she realized that she had lost herself in this love and marriage......"

“…… In her letter she said that she would leave England, perhaps to Italy, to France, or to Austria...... She decides to find herself, and her dreams. ”

Milton stood up suddenly.

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

"Scott!"

He turned to look at Scott.

"I gave up music!"

He said loudly.

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

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

"I think if I can become a wizard with better magic, her situation will be better......

His expression looked unwilling.

But she fled first! She said to me in the letter...... She wants me to do what I love, live for myself, not change myself because of anyone, and never give up on my dreams! ”

Scott sat still, watching him quietly.

"She's right!" He whispered.

"You know what, Scott." He raised his voice, "I understand...... I knew that she had made the right decision, and that she had the right thing to say to me...... However, I still can't help but get angry, I'm really unwilling! ”

He suddenly crouched on the ground and cried.

Although Milton used to like to shed tears at every turn, most of them were sad.

Scott never seemed to see him lose his temper like this.

“…… I'm really unwilling to ......."

He repeated as he cried.

"What kind of ...... is this?"

Scott still didn't speak.

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

Milton cried for a long time.

It wasn't until Scott felt like he was freezing all over his body that he stopped crying.

"I'm sorry, Scott."

He said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know who to talk to about this but you. Even Roger and Eddie won't understand how determined I was when I gave up music......"

"I know."

Scott looked at the handkerchief in his hand, which was covered with snot and tears, and pulled out his own handkerchief and handed it to him.

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

"Thank you."

Milton took the handkerchief and began to wipe his face.

"So what are you going to choose?" Scott asked him, "Your music...... Can I get it back? ”

"I don't know."

Milton shook his head.

"But I'll try to try." He said seriously.

Scott said, "If it's me...... Maybe for me, magic is more important. ”

"You're already a genius, Scott." Milton looked at him disapprovingly, "Even if you trade your talent for painting, it won't make much progress in your magic." ”

Skoth nodded, "Of course, I'm not going to swap it. I mean...... If I were you, I would be willing to swap if my magic didn't stand out. ”

"I'm different from you, Scott."

Milton straightened his messy hair.

"For me, magic is just enough"

He clutched his chest.

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

"However, it is difficult to reverse the vows that have been fulfilled." Scott wasn't optimistic about his talent for music.

"I can pay the price."

Milton said.

"My grandfather and father were very happy with the magic of my upbringing, but my mother was gone. Like she said, I don't have to change myself for the sake of other people's expectations. ”

“……”

Scott finally said something -

"If you need help, just say it."

This has been going on for a long time since Milton and Roger heard strange musical sounds.

But after all, I still haven't escaped the "real fragrance"!

Scott thought with some sadness.

"No need." Milton said, "It's so weird to get the oath, I don't want to involve you." ”

Scott just nodded.

He already realized that he could never escape this.

After that, the two left the beach.

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

He left before dinner arrived.

Scott didn't hold back either.

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

After putting Milton on the train, Scott meets David as he leaves the station.

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

David, like Michael when he was younger, was a roaming gangster.

"That's a boy, David."

Scott said angrily.

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 walked away.

When he got home, he had to give Michael and Emilia a brief account of what Milton was facing.

It was only then that he finally sat down at his desk in his room and opened the notebook that Professor Flitwick had given him.

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

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

Where to go? The Travers family, one of the twenty-eight holy clans, has completely declined? 》

To his surprise, the day's front-page news was normal, and the writer was not Rita Skeeter.

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

"Farewell, the boy who was infatuated by Travers has something else to love? 》

The accompanying photo shows him as he took Milton on the train.

“……”

Scott kind of wanted to swear.

He was careless!

I didn't even perceive Rita Skeeter's existence!

It should be said...... Isn't it her?

The fact that the woman had written so many offending reports and had not yet been killed showed that she still had two brushes.

……

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