Summer vacation is coming.

Saying goodbye to his friends, Scott went to Madrid, Spain, as usual, to meet his family.

As is customary, it was his cousin Ramiro who drove to Barajas Airport to pick him up that afternoon.

All the other relatives also gathered together to welcome him home.

Of course, what is indispensable when meeting is Emilia's motherly and passionate hug.

"My son, the time we have to see you is running out!"

She grumbled with red eyes.

"Maybe your dad and I should have had one more in the first place."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Scott looked at Emilia with some guilt.

Even he thought that maybe it would be better to have more brothers or sisters.

"Oh, Aunt Millie!"

Ramiro on the side livens up the atmosphere with a funny expression.

"Don't forget me when you see Scott, I come to see you often."

Michael also laughed and said, "Oh, Millie, if you want to have another one, it's not too late." ”

"Dad was right." Scott hurriedly chimed in.

Speaking of this topic, others immediately got involved.

Aunt Flora said that she had long felt that it was too little for Emilia and Michael to have only one.

"No, I don't want another one!"

Only Emilia herself objected.

She patted Scott's arm, "It's hard enough to give birth to this stinky boy and then raise him!"

Michael duly walked over and took her hand.

"Scott is grown up and almost independent, so let him live the life he wants."

As he spoke, he took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed her fingers.

"Don't care about this kid, you don't need more children, I think, it's enough to have me by your side. I love you, Millie. ”

"Oh, Mike."

Emilia looked at Michael with emotion.

"You're right, I love you too."

As he spoke, the two hugged each other as if no one was around.

Scott looked at this scene amusedly and applauded directly.

Under his influence, others also began to applaud.

"It's a little embarrassing, isn't it?"

Ramiro whispered to Scott.

"But it's good that it's Aunt Millie and Uncle Mike, if it's my parents who do it......"

As he spoke, he stole a glance at Uncle Galle's serious face, stuck out his tongue and pretended to vomit.

Ramiro didn't pay attention, and what he said was heard by several imps at Ramos's cousin's house and Adelinna's cousin's house.

A few imps immediately secretly told Aunt Flora.

So everyone laughed and admired the scene where Ramiro's cousin was twisted by Aunt Flora's ears.

A few of the imps laughed especially loudly.

Looking at the smiling faces of his relatives, Scott couldn't help but completely relax and put everything else aside for the time being.

For the next few days, Scott stayed at home and lived a very lazy and comfortable life, or went to a ball game with his cousin Ramiro and went to a music festival on the beach.

He also took the time to talk to his parents about his experience this year and shared a video of himself participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, he and Michael had an extra conversation.

In the case of carrying Emilia on his back.

Michael was glad to hear that Scott had become stronger.

"So, you now have the power to protect yourself."

He patted Scott on the shoulder with delight.

"For me, that's the best news."

Later, Scott also talked about what he wanted to do in the future.

Michael agrees with his idea.

He said: "From the perspective of ordinary people, it is also necessary to completely separate wizards from ordinary people. ”

As an ordinary person, he certainly understands the rapid development of this world better than wizards.

"The internet, satellites, ubiquitous footage, if this continues, wizards may not be able to hide for long."

In this regard, Michael undoubtedly has this understanding.

"Is it always up to a sparse number of wizards to erase people's memories with small sticks? I suspect they don't even know what to do with the footage. ”

"That's what I'm thinking about, too." Scott said.

He knows better than Michael how quickly technology will evolve in the future.

In a few years, everyone will have a mobile phone in their hands that can take pictures and surf the Internet at any time.

"I don't really believe that wizards and ordinary people can live in peace." "Even if most people are willing, there will always be some people who are not," he said. ”

"I understand."

As an antique dealer in the gray area, Michael knows more than Scott.

"Do what you want."

He patted Scott on the shoulder again.

"I certainly don't want a war between wizards and ordinary people to break out. Millie and I are normal people, you're a wizard, and there's a good chance your future child will be a wizard too, isn't it? ”

Scott nodded.

He reached out and grabbed the [Eye of Odin] pendant on his chest.

"Moreover, I already have a completely safe way out."

He winked at Michael.

"If we can't do anything, our family can hide inside, and no one can find us."

"Oh, I don't think so."

Although he had already seen the space inside [Odin's Eye] under Scott's leadership, Michael shook his head directly.

"You'd better be steady, son, I don't want to live such an isolated life unless I have to."

"I will."

Scott said with a smile.

Of course.

He doesn't want to live like that unless he has to.

Soon, the time came on July 13th.

It was Scott's 17th birthday.

In the wizarding world, this means that he is already an adult.

In the company of his family, he had a perfect birthday.

After his birthday, Scott said goodbye to his parents and returned to England.

Back at the Oak Cabin in Raven's Territory, Scott first unveiled his name and accepted a bunch of birthday presents.

The next day, he activated the portkey and traveled with Rimbaud to the sea of oaks of the druids.

After asking Rimbaud to report the news, Scott waited where he was.

Soon, Savana and her grandfather came running in the form of wolves.

"Good morning, Scott."

Sawanna, who has returned to her human form, takes the initiative to greet Scott.

"Good morning."

Scott gave the old druid a formal wizarding salute.

"Mr. Doherty, Savanna."

"Hmm."

The old druid was still not very kind to him, and the layers of wrinkles on his face were tense, and he reluctantly responded.

Scott straightened up and pulled out a wooden box from the shape-shifting lizard leather pouch that hung from his waist.

"This ......"

The old druid's face immediately changed, and he looked at the box in his hand excitedly.

"This ...... That's ......"

Scott nodded and opened the lid of the wooden box.

A soft golden glow appears.

Both the old druid and Savana couldn't help but take a step forward, their eyes fixed on the golden piece of wood.

"That's right...... That's right......"

The old druid shuddered and stretched out his hands.

"This is the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] that has long been lost!"

The moment his hands touched the wooden box, he looked up at Scott.

Scott smiled and was indifferent, even taking the initiative to shove the wooden box containing [Heart of the Sacred Tree] into his hand.

"This ......"

The old druid was a little surprised.

Scott certainly knew what he was surprised about.

It's just that......

It may be an incomparable treasure to the druid, but to Scott, it's not an indispensable treasure.

His goal has always been to open the way to "Avalon".

"Can you tell me the time?"

He asked directly.

"After healing the sacred tree, the time to open the passage."

"Time ......"

The old druid looked a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, Mr. Doherty?"

Scott looked at him with some confusion.

"You told me that if you find [Heart of the Sacred Tree], you will be able to restore the power of the Sacred Tree and open the passage to 'Avalon'."

As he spoke, suspicion appeared in his eyes.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No manners! Who lied to you! ”

The old druid vehemently denied it.

"What I tell you is true!"

Scott raised an eyebrow, "Then why didn't you tell me when I could open the passage?" ”

"Because I can't estimate the time either."

The old druid was a little weaker, and to tell the truth.

"There is no precedent for this, so I can't say when I will prepare."

Scott's eyebrows raised a little higher.

"No precedent?" He asked unhappily, "Then why do you conclude that [the Heart of the Sacred Tree] can restore the strength of the Sacred Tree?" ”

He suspected that the bad old man was very bad, and tricked himself into working as a free coolie to find the lost [Heart of the Sacred Tree] for them.

It may be that Scott's suspicions are too obvious, and the old druid is so angry that he jumps to his feet.

"Don't doubt my words! Druids never lie! ”

"Who knows?" Scott was unimpressed, "I've seen it a long time ago, and that grandson of yours, Aaron Doherty, is a liar. ”

He ...... He ......"

The old druid was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he was panting with anger.

"I'm sorry, Scott."

Savana hurriedly grabbed the old druid's arm and looked at Scott.

"I'm really sorry about Aaron's business."

She said anxiously.

"But trust me, grandfather didn't lie to you! [Heart of the Sacred Tree] will surely restore the full power of the Sacred Tree! Really, trust me. ”

"Okay......"

Scott looked into her eyes, and he could see that Savana was not lying, so he nodded slowly.

"I believe in you."

After all, unlike last summer, he is not so anxious about opening the passage now.

Last year, he was short on strength, and he wanted to take advantage of Salazar Slytherin's lack of revival and enter "Avalon" first to sabotage his plans.

But honestly, it's a gamble.

Because he wasn't sure if that would be self-defeating.

In case Slytherin is awakened by him, and he doesn't have the strength to fight against it, he can only be dumbfounded.

Now that his strength has increased greatly, he thinks about simply making all preparations before opening the passage and ending the prophecy.

This is a relatively safe approach.

Thinking of this, Scott directly held out a hand.

"Then, the restoration of the Sacred Tree's strength, and the preparation for opening the passage will be left to you, Savanna."

"Good...... Ok ......"

Savana blushed and held out a hand.

Just a second before they finished high-five, another old hand suddenly reached out, squeezed Sawanna's hand away, and high-fived Scott.

Syllable.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Scott smiled unchanged.

"Mr. Doherty."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

The old druid stared at Scott with eagle eyes.

"Mr. Trollope."

Then, he solemnly said, "In the name of nature, the druids will not break their word in this matter." ”

"Okay."

Scott smiled politely.

He pulled out a cardboard box from the shapeshifting lizardskin pouch and handed it to the old druid.

"There's a magic item here that can be contacted at any time, as well as its instruction manual, please take it, and if you have any questions, please contact me directly."

"No problem."

The old druid reached out and took the cardboard box.

Seeing Savana's stunned gaze, Scott took out another cardboard box containing [Magic Phone] and handed it to her.

Sawanna was immediately happy.

And the old druid fell again.

"If nothing else...... he pretended, "we are too busy to do so, and we need a great sacrifice under the sacred tree." ”

"Well, I'll leave first."

Scott didn't have the idea of staying longer, and waved his hand directly.

"Goodbye, Mr. Doherty, Savanna."

As he spoke, he activated the [Silver Serpentine Necklace] on his left hand and returned to Raven Territory with Rimbaud.

"The passage to Avalon can't be opened yet, so what are you going to do next, Scott?"

Rimbaud asked curiously.

"Are you looking for research materials hidden by the [Asgardian] school?"

"Of course."

Scott sat at his desk and retrieved the skin scroll he had obtained from the treasure chest in the Temple of Odin.

The coordinates of the secret realms of Niflheim and Jotunheim are recorded on it.

Of course, it's not that straightforward, but you need to play some word games and add a certain amount of calculations to get the answer.

Scott hadn't had time to calculate these two coordinates.

Now, he's going to start doing it.

With the help of some arithmetic divination, this kind of word play and calculation was too much for Scott, and soon, he got the answer.

But when he saw the answer, he froze.

At the same time, a storm instantly set off in his mind.

"Scott!"

"Scott!"

"Hey!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Scott was stunned for a long time, so long that Rimbaud noticed it and kept calling his name.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I can't help but want to doubt everything now......"

Scott, who came to his senses, looked very bad.

"So, what the hell is going on?" Rimbaud asked again.

"These two coordinates ......"

Scott looked at his notes on the parchment.

"Actually, I already have it."

"What?" Rimbaud looked up in disbelief.

"Remember, [Lacey Map] and [Mariner's Astrolabe]."

Scott opened with some difficulty.

"The two coordinates I just calculated, one coincides with the coordinates I got from [Mariner's Astrolabe], and the other coordinates also happen to be on Antarctica in [Reis's map]."

"What do you mean?" Rimbaud's movements froze.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Scott reached out and rubbed his temples.

"If it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence."

Although the [Map of Lacey] came from his great-grandfather, and the [Mariner's Astrolabe] was purchased by himself, he just didn't want to believe in the coincidence.

It was perhaps a gut feeling.

"If it's not a coincidence, then who arranged all this?"