"Finally meet again!"

Ramiro was still very enthusiastic and gave Scott a bear hug.

"How are you doing?"

"Long time no see." Scott also smiled and asked, "How are you all?" ”

"Everybody's good, and of course, everybody misses you."

Ramiro patted Scott on the back and led him towards the parking lot.

"Isn't the wizarding world too isolated? I don't think it's good to not be in constant contact with my family. ”

Scott didn't say he didn't contact his family for safety, just said, "It's okay, I'm going to graduate in two years." ”

"After graduation?" Ramiro asked curiously, "Would you live in the world of ordinary people?" ”

Scott thought for a moment and could only reply, "I don't know yet, but it will depend on the situation in the wizarding world at that time." ”

In fact, he knew that with his situation, he would definitely enter a dangerous period after graduating from Hogwarts, and in order not to affect his family, he would probably still have to stay away from everyone.

But he doesn't want to talk about it yet.

After the two got into the car, Ramiro asked a lot of questions curiously while driving.

He was still interested in Scott's life at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Scott went along and said something funny.

Ramiro listened with relish.

When the two drove back to their villa in Salamanca, Scott's family was already waiting outside the door.

Including his parents, uncles, cousins, and cousins, everyone came.

When Scott got out of the car, Emilia was the first to rush up and hug him tightly.

"Oh, my dear son."

She gave Scott a hard kiss on the cheek.

"I miss you so much!"

"Mom."

Scott was a little embarrassed, but more than happy.

He also reached out and hugged Amilia, "I miss you too, Mom." ”

"Oh, you've grown a little taller, baby."

Emilia looked up at Scott, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

"Of course, I'm almost 16 years old." Scott said with a smile.

Emilia nodded repeatedly, "Of course, dear, I'm ready, we'll celebrate your birthday together next month." ”

She let go of Scott and led him to the others.

Scott hurriedly greeted the other relatives, "Long time no see, Dad, Uncle Caleb, Aunt Flora, Cousin Ramos, Cousin Adleina......"

Everyone was smiling at him, even Uncle Caleb, who was not smiling, and his expression softened a little at the moment.

Aunt Flora was still so enthusiastic, she took Scott's hand and asked him a lot of questions with concern.

Scott patiently answered them one by one.

Of course, my aunt still doesn't seem to know Scott's identity as a wizard, and she keeps complaining that Emilia and Michael don't help Scott transfer to Madrid.

It was a long time before Aunt Flora spared Scott's innocent parents and dragged Emilia and Cousin Adelina to prepare dinner.

Scott chatted with the others a few more words, and the five children of his cousin's family quickly gathered around him curiously and asked him some questions about England.

Probably because they knew that the Hill family had moved to Spain from England, these little ones were very curious about the UK.

Scott patiently played with the five little ones, answering their endless questions by the way.

It wasn't until dinner began that Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

Ramiro added, "You're amazing, I can't stay with these little guys for so long, I'm going to go crazy." ”

"So they don't like you very much." Adrina rolled her eyes gracefully.

After dinner, the relatives said goodbye and left, and finally only Scott and his family of three were left in the house.

Emilia pulls Scott to chat again, and she seems to want Scott to tell her everything about her life at school.

Michael sat and listened to the conversation between mother and son.

But Scott always adheres to the principle of reporting good news and not bad news, and never goes into depth, as if he is just an ordinary little wizard.

Emilia kept smiling as she listened to him, and she burst into tears as she listened.

"I've been worried about you, my son." She choked up and said, "I'm always worried that you'll be bullied by those people, that you'll get hurt, that something bad will happen......"

Scott hurriedly comforted her.

"You're underestimating your son, Mom, no student at Hogwarts can beat me except the professors."

He said this in a deliberately comforting tone.

"Of course, I don't fight. The professors at Hogwarts are amazing wizards, and it's too late for me to learn from them. ”

Emilia felt a little better.

Although Michael, who was sitting next to him, never spoke, Scott knew after he looked at him that his father was not as easy to bluff as his mother.

Sure enough, that night, Michael knocked on Scott's room door after Emilia fell asleep.

"Is Mommy already asleep? I knew you were back. Scott, in his pajamas, didn't sleep, "I've been waiting for you, Dad." ”

Michael nodded, and the father and son walked to the large balcony outside Scott's room and sat down on a wicker chair to chat.

"Looks like you've been through a lot again, my son." Michael lit a cigarette and smoked.

Scott asked curiously, "How do you tell?" ”

"Of course I can see that." "As a smuggler-turned-antique dealer, I haven't seen anyone." And, you are my son. ”

"I don't think you'd better talk about being a smuggler in a proud tone." Scott joked.

Michael laughed, "This is the past of our Trollope family, son, you can't escape it." ”

"I didn't run away." Scott said helplessly.

"Okay, let's talk, what's going on." Michael reached out and ruffled Scott's hair, "You can hide it from Millie, but you have to tell your father the truth." Only by knowing everything can I be prepared. ”

Of course, Scott understands this, and he is not prepared to hide it from Michael.

Although Michael doesn't understand magic, as he himself said, he has seen a lot of people, dealt with a lot of ghosts, snakes, and gods, and in some things, he is much more experienced than Scott.

"Let's start with last summer." Michael added.

Scott has no opinion.

He recounted his experience in detail for the past year, and did not miss a single thing.

Michael listened patiently, pointing out some parts that Scott didn't do well.

And just like that, they talked all night, and Scott's rich experience didn't finish until just before dawn.

"Oh, my dear son, your experience has been somewhat beyond my expectations."

Michael's eyes were a little complicated when he looked at Scott, and the tone of his voice was also a little complicated.

"I have to say that you are like the protagonist of a Hollywood fantasy adventure movie, and all kinds of troubles will always find you automatically, and even ethereal ancient legends are involved."

Scott shrugged his shoulders, "Sometimes when I think about it, I feel a little unreal myself. ”

"Thankfully, you weren't brought down by those troubles." Michael rubbed Scott's hair again, "I didn't back down from the terrible dangers I might face in the future. ”

Scott felt that his little curly hair must have been kneaded into a chicken coop.

But who let it be his father?

So he could only lie flat and let Michael move.

"I know that running away from timidity doesn't do anything." He said, "Facing the trouble directly is the only way to solve the problem." ”

Michael withdrew his hand from Scott's head and lit another cigarette.

He was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "But as a parent, I can't just watch you face that alone. ”

Scott turned his head to look at him.

At this time, Michael's expression was hidden in the hazy smoke.

Scott stopped talking.

"I know what you're trying to say, my son."

Michael also turned to look at Scott.

"Millie and I are your parents, but we're just ordinary people. Ordinary people can't get involved in the affairs of the wizards. You think I just need to protect myself and Millie, do you? ”

Hearing him say this, Scott could only remain silent.

Michael didn't say anything more, he just stood up.

"Rest well, your father needs some time to think, we'll talk later."

He patted Scott on the top of the head again, turned and walked out of his room.

Scott watched his back as he left, watched him close the door to his room, and didn't move for a moment.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and stretched out his hands to rub his face.

Hearing Michael's tone of forbearance and sadness, he was also a little sad.

But there are some things that are like this, he can't turn his parents into wizards, and he can't let them participate in his own adventures.

Although they have always been the closest family, and they have the most genuine love and concern for each other, when Scott walks into the strange wizarding world alone, their worlds are only slightly overlapped.

Scott believes Michael understands this too.

His father was also a cautious man, and he was not worried that he would do something impulsive.

Presumably Michael also knows very well that rushing into Scott's affairs will not help him, but will drag him down.

While this is cruel for a father who wants to protect his son, it is true.

Scott calmed his mood before leaving the balcony and climbing to the window to fall asleep.

"Scott, my dear son......"

I don't know how long it took, but Scott heard Amilia's voice in a drowsy drowsiness, and at the same time, a hand grabbed his ear.

Scott, who hadn't woken up yet, barely opened his eyes, and even Emilia was standing in front of his window.

"Good morning, Mom." He said in a vague tone, "I want to sleep a little longer." ”

"It's noon now, my son!"

Emilia tugged at his ears relentlessly.

"And you haven't explained to me what is going on on the balcony, has my good son actually learned to smoke? I counted, and actually smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in one night? ”

"That's what Daddy smoked." Scott broke free of her hand and hid under the covers.

"Your dad said he didn't come to your room!"

Emilia lifted Scott's quilt and bent down to sniff him.

"Honey, your pajamas smell of smoke!"

As she spoke, she slapped Scott's ass hard again.

Scott finally opened his eyes completely.

He looked at Amilia's angry expression and finally realized that he had been tricked by Michael.

In order to prevent Emilia from discovering the all-night long talk between father and son last night, he could only confess his guilt and beg for mercy, "I don't dare anymore, Mom." ”

"You'd better never dare again." Emilia reached out and pinched Scott's face again, "I don't want you to learn from Mike, you know, your dad was a high school dropout when you were your age!" ”

"I'm not going to smoke anymore." Scott kept assuring.

Emilia reluctantly let him go.

"Where's Mike?" Scott asked.

"He went out early in the morning." Emilia replied, "Oh, we haven't told you yet, there's another shop in the house, just down the street not far from here." ”

Scott sat up slowly.

"Go take a shower and sort out your lunch on your own." She commanded Scott to get into action, "I'm going to help you clean your pajamas and sheets, and of course, clean the balcony, you stinky boy, the room smells of smoke everywhere!" ”

Looking at the disgusted expression on Amilia's face, Scott was a little distraught.

Yesterday, my son was still a kissing and affectionate baby, and he was already a disgusting stinky boy after only one night, and this treatment dropped too quickly.

But he obediently took a shower and changed his clothes, and then went downstairs to fry the steak himself.

After lunch, Scott made a phone call to Roger.

The main concern is about Milton, who went abroad alone.

"Milton is gone." "This morning, I dropped him off at the airport and taught him to fly alone," Roger said on the phone. ”

"He's all right, right?" Scott was actually a little uneasy, "I always thought that we would see an English boy crying alone on the streets of Vienna in the newspapers or on the news. ”

Hearing him say this, Roger was also a little uneasy.

"You have a point, I think so now, I already have a picture in my head."

But the two of them couldn't do anything but wish Milton all the best.

After hanging up the phone, Scott followed Amilia's instructions to the outside of his store.

It's still an antique shop called "Trollope", located on a small and somewhat narrow street.

Scott pushed the door open and walked in, the brass bell hanging from the door jingling.

The décor of the store looks similar to the one in the small town of Hastings, England, including the goods.

An old gramophone is playing a decades-old vinyl record, and a well-dressed Michael is sitting behind an old counter drinking coffee.

He looked quite energetic and didn't look like he didn't get enough sleep after staying up all night.

"You're here."

He glanced up at Scott.

"Dad, will there be business here?"

Scott looked left and right, always thinking that the store was opened by Michael.

Michael laughed.

"Come here, Scott."

He beckoned to Scott.