On July 13, Scott celebrated his 16th birthday.

Due to the fact that he had to hide his address and cast a masking spell on his name at the beginning of the summer vacation, he did not receive a gift from his wizard friends for this birthday.

But this birthday is still very lively.

All the loved ones came that night and they threw a nice birthday party for Scott, and everyone gave him birthday presents.

Even a few of my cousin's children gave them handmade birthday cards, and Scott happily accepted them.

The fun-loving Ramiro also offered to invite some friends and pretty girls to Scott's party, but Scott rejected his idea.

He felt that spending a warm birthday with his relatives was more in line with his heart.

In the end, of course, the result was not bad, and everyone had a good time.

In addition, Roger and Milton, who were aware of the situation, both chose to send their blessings to Scott over the phone, and even Eddie, who was in the United States, called.

Late at night, Scott returned to his bedroom.

He noticed Tutor Ravenclaw in a small picture frame on his desk, apparently waiting for him.

And his owl Shay was crouching next to the frame, tilting his neck to look at the beautiful and elegant witch in the painting.

"Good evening, mentor."

Scott walked over to the desk and sat down.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"It's okay." The Ravenclaw in the painting smiled and nodded slightly, "Happy birthday to you, my apprentice." ”

"Thank you." Scott laughed too.

"So be it, I'll leave you a gift."

The Ravenclaw in the painting vanished after speaking, but the blank frame left a very clear illustration of the magic circuit, along with additional instructions.

This is a set of magic circuits parsed from the book "The Core (Alchemy Part) Construction Record of Knowledge Banking" left by Nicol Lemay.

Its role is to construct long-distance connections between the parent and the child, such as the [Knowledge Bank] and the [Book of Prometheus].

Scott's eyes lit up.

He was about to take a closer look, but Shay on the table leaned in, its neck turning flexibly, and a pair of large eyes staring at the magic circuit in the frame.

"Alright, Shay."

Scott looked helplessly at the huge owl.

"You're holding me back."

Shay hadn't delivered a letter for a long time, and had been staying at home eating, sleeping, and eating, and his body was about to become spherical.

"You're too fat." Scott couldn't help but say, "I feel like you need to do some flight training." ”

He stood up, picked up Shay's somewhat heavy body with his hands outstretched, and walked over to the windowsill.

"Otherwise, I'll suggest to my mother that you go hunt for food on your own."

Shay looked angry when he heard this, and he pecked Scott's hand several times while letting out a cry of displeasure.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Scott put it on the windowsill.

"But I have to say, if you go on like this, you won't be able to fly."

Shay's feathers exploded.

It flapped its wings and flew with some difficulty, and barked at Scott twice.

"Okay, I see, you can still fly."

Scott said perfunctorily.

Shay immediately flew out of the window, and the fat figure disappeared into the night.

Scott smiled and sat back down at his desk.

He pulled out his notebook and pen, and with excitement began to copy the set of magic circuits left behind by the Ravenclaw Mentor.

He was already imagining in his mind how he would use this extremely precious set of magic circuits.

It's not just Eddie who has envisioned a new type of wizarding media company that can come true.

More importantly, Scott can rely on this set of magic circuits, and the monitoring monitoring that has been implemented before, to achieve long-distance real-time monitoring, and even build a ubiquitous monitoring network.

In this way, he can take the initiative in many things.

Thinking of this, Scott was even more motivated, and he couldn't wait to immediately digest and master this set of magic circuits and actually use them.

Unfortunately, Emilia knocked on his bedroom door.

"Please come in."

"It's time for you to sleep, darling."

Emilia pushed the door open, a gentle reminder.

"Okay, Mom."

Scott obediently agreed, and immediately tidied up his things on the desk.

Because he knew that although Emilia reminded him gently, if he didn't listen, his mother would have to change her attitude.

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night."

Seeing Scott lying on the bed, Emilia helped him turn off the lights, then closed the door and walked out.

It's just that Scott, who is lying on the bed at the moment, is not sleepy.

This may be because of being too excited.

When Emilia's footsteps were gone, he got up from his bed again.

Scott didn't turn on the light, he gently took out the sailor's astrolabe from the thrift store from the drawer and lay back on the bed.

Although it was inconvenient to learn that set of magic circuits, he could use his magic perception to continue to parse this magic item that he had always cared about.

To this day, the small blurry mirror and the medicinal-scented brass balance have been successfully parsed by him, but there has been no progress in this sailor's astrolabe.

The fluctuations in the magic contained in the astrolabe were too faint, and the nature of the magic that Scott could perceive was very vague.

While it's possible that the astrolabe has been completely damaged and can't be resolved, Scott has always cared about it, and his instincts are reminding him not to give up.

So he persevered, and even spent more time on the Mariner's Chart.

Lying on the bed, Scott closed his eyes and held the Sailor's Astrolabe on his chest with his right hand, his consciousness sinking with the perception of magic, carefully identifying the tiny fluctuations in magic.

He felt the wind blow into the bedroom from the window, brushing against his cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, but unconsciously, his consciousness continued to sink, and it seemed that he was about to fall asleep.

Scott didn't resist, thinking "let's continue tomorrow", and then obediently went to sleep.

"Boom la la ......"

In a drowsy state, he felt that the wind blowing on his face seemed to become stronger, and there was even a peculiar smell of the sea in the wind.

Immediately afterward, he seemed to hear the sound of the waves.

I don't know why, it was a hot summer day, but he felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

What's going on......

Scott's mind was a little sluggish, but he couldn't turn a corner for a while.

He knew he was sleeping, and he had to think about and react to the situation.

But he was never able to think properly, his body couldn't react, and even his eyelids became so heavy that he couldn't lift them at all.

The nightmare experience was terrible, and as the cold got heavier and heavier, Scott felt like his whole body was about to turn into a stiff ice cube.

Scott's consciousness began to struggle, but to no avail.

He seems to have turned into a vegetative person whose soul was trapped in his shell, and was placed in a snowy field.

Just then, he heard the sound of birds flapping their wings.

Is Shay back?

Scott's heart welled up with joy.

This mood is still very sluggish.

But he hoped that Shay would be smarter, that he would notice his strangeness at the moment, and wake him up.

"Goo-goo...... Goo ......"

Shay seemed to live up to his expectations, and Scott heard it calling.

"Goo-Goo......

He felt his right hand holding the Sailor's Astrolabe be pecked lightly.

But alas, it doesn't seem to be enough, not enough for Scott to come to his senses.

"Goo......

Shay's voice grew anxious.

Scott felt a burning pain in the fingers of his right hand, and then he opened his eyes violently.

What he saw was a starry sky high and wide.

The sluggish mind slowly came alive, Scott blinked, and his body regained some sense.

So he sat up slowly.

In front of me is an endless black sea.

Under the night sky, in the distance are cascading glaciers.

The cold wind howled, and he shivered alone on a dilapidated wooden sailboat.

Scott slowly stood up and looked down.

At this time, he was still wearing the summer short-sleeved pajamas.

Looking left and right, he staggered towards the dark cabin.

The small cabin was empty, filled with the smell of rotting wood.

Scott wandered aimlessly, not seemingly aware of what he was doing.

Suddenly, there was another unusually clear pain in his fingers.

"Goo-goo-goo...... Mutter! ”

Scott opened his eyes again.

The body warms up, and in front of me is the familiar ceiling.

He went back to his bedroom.

Or rather, he finally woke up from his nightmare.

But the scene in front of me also seems to be a little bad.

Just like the magic riot that had happened before, everything in the bedroom was floating in the air at this moment.

Including the bed, including Scott himself on the bed.

Scott held his breath and slowly soothed the magic of his riot.

As the magic wore off, everything in the bedroom began to flutter down.

He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he heard his bed touching the floor and felt his back fall on the bed again.

Scott sat up.

"Thank you, Shay."

He reached out and touched Shay, who was crouching at the head of the bed and staring at him at the moment.

"Goo-Goo......

Shay smirked twice, then turned his head away, still looking a little angry.

"I've got to say, you're in just the right shape."

Scott got up from the bed and opened the Typhoon on the bedside table.

"It's ......"

He looked down at his right hand.

Shay seemed to be pushing too hard, pecking through the fingers of his right hand, allowing blood to flow onto the sailor's astrolabe he was holding.

And the sailor's astrolabe, which was already covered with patina, was now shining like new.

He hurriedly placed the sailor's astrolabe on the bedside table and stared at it for a long time.

He knew very well that the nightmarish illusion he had just experienced was undoubtedly caused by this sailor's astrolabe.

As much as he wanted to figure out what was going on, the painful, uncontrollable experience of his body and mind discouraged him from trying again.

Glancing at his finger that was still bleeding, Scott got up directly, took out a bottle of white fresh essence and poured it on his finger, and the wound healed quickly.

"I'm fine."

He said a word to Shay, who had been secretly watching him, and lay back on the bed again.

"Good thing it's not a portkey."

He muttered with some trepidation.

For the time being, he was really teleported to the icy sea by the portkey, and he would be miserable.

Maybe he was too comfortable at home, and after taking a shower tonight, he forgot to put the key back to the forest on his hand.

Thinking of this, he got up again and walked to the bathroom, where he found the silver snake necklace that had been forgotten on the washstand, still wrapped around his left hand.

Touching the cold necklace in his hand, Scott fell asleep peacefully.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't tell his parents about the bad experience he had had last night, but instead had breakfast with them as usual.

But both Michael and Emilia saw something strange about Scott.

Scott prevaricated on the grounds that he hadn't slept well because he was too excited last night.

After breakfast, Michael leaves the house to go to the antique dealership, Emilia begins to do the housework, and Scott returns to the bedroom to call out to his mentor.

When Ravenclaw appeared in the painting, he could see at a glance that something was wrong with Scott, "Your face is a little bad, what happened?" ”

Scott hurriedly told her what he had experienced last night, and showed her the new sailor's astrolabe.

"I can't make a precise judgment in this state." In the painting, Ravenclaw says, "Because there are a lot of things that I need to do with the magic of coming and going." ”

As a portrait, you can even use the magic of the Room of Need.

It's a Ravenclaw portrait.

Scott thought to himself.

Despite his early speculations, he was shocked.

"Then let's wait until school starts."

He answered as he tucked the Sailor's Astrolabe into a drawer.

Ravenclaw nodded, "There are two possibilities, it's attacking your consciousness, or it's guiding you. ”

"Guidelines?" Scott looked at her questioningly.

"If it's a guide, you need to try to communicate with it a lot to get a lot of clues." "But I don't recommend you try it alone, or that its presence is merely harmful." ”

"I see."

Scott wasn't ready to try again.

There was no need for him to take risks.

When school started, the Ravenclaw tutor confirmed that it was not in danger and it was not too late to try to communicate.

Ravenclaw also said, "Let's put it down, and then let's start today's lesson." ”

"Yes."

Scott put the matter aside for a moment and began to listen carefully to the lecture and take notes attentively.

The next few days passed uneventful, until Scott received another call from Milton.

A small concert in Milton will take place on July 20.

Scott decided to go for the show.

After talking about it at home, Emilia and Michael were very supportive of him going abroad to play, so Scott booked a ticket on the 19th.

Of course, in addition to him, Roger will also fly over from England.

On the 19th, Michael drove Scott to the airport.

Scott got on the plane to Vienna, Austria.