After dinner that day, Scott received a message from William for the first time in a long time.

[She's awake!] ］

[I haven't seen her yet, but I can feel it!] ］

Scott hurriedly replied to him.

[Any signs?] ］

William's message soon came again.

[I don't know!] ］

[There's no obvious sign, but I just don't think something is right, it must be her back!] ］

[Maybe everyone is too peaceful.] ］

Scott understood what he meant.

In many cases, it is not necessary to identify a thing, and some clues that would otherwise be ignored can cause the subconscious mind to send a reminder.

This can also be said to be a kind of intuition.

So he sent a few more messages to William.

[Please calm down.] ］

[We've been looking for her trail.] ］

[If you find anything over there, please let me know.] ］

[I see.] ］

[If there is a new change, I will tell you.] ］

[Remember you promised me.] ］

Ending the exchange of information with William, Scott didn't think too much about it.

Medea awoke from the curse, but never appeared, and the Witchcraft she led fell silent.

He couldn't tell if Medea was just recuperating or secretly plotting something.

There is no point in dwelling on this, all he can do is use all the time to improve his strength.

He had agreed with Professor Flitwick that he could go to his office from time to time and borrow the Ravenclaw Crown, and use the power of the Crown to accelerate his understanding of the newly acquired knowledge.

Of course, Professor Flitwick himself was obsessed with the new knowledge Scott shared.

The time quickly came to the last weekend before Christmas.

That morning, Scott, accompanied by Dumbledore, arrived at the rebuilt Sir Merlin Regiment.

Scott was not alone in receiving the ceremony, as by the time they arrived, the courtyard had already gathered many well-dressed witches and wizards.

The arrival of Dumbledore and Scott attracted a lot of attention.

"Albus, my old friend......"

Immediately, a wizard came over to greet Dumbledore, and naturally led the conversation to Scott.

Scott kept shaking hands with different people, shaking hands while bowing his head to show humility.

Of course, it is also necessary to deal with all kinds of verbal temptations.

Because of the spread of the Triwizard Tournament "video", especially Scott's performance in the third round, it is clear to everyone that he now has superhuman magical skills.

There are not a few wizards who are interested in him, he is still so young, he has reached such a level, and people are curious how he did it.

Although everyone in the room seemed to appreciate him and said a lot of nice things, Scott was well aware that not everyone was well-intentioned.

This could not be clearer to Scott, who could sense the nature of each person's magic and the fluctuations of their magic.

In the face of those tactful or direct temptations, Scott replied uniformly, all thanks to the careful teaching of the Hogwarts professors.

Dumbledore on the side was also helping, saying that it was all because Scott was too talented.

Although it is impossible to ask why Scott is strong, some wizards have not given up talking to him.

These people are generally interested in Scott's future options, and some even ask if he has a girlfriend.

Scott was struggling to cope, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure quietly walking into the courtyard.

The walking posture like a poisonous snake, the black robe that flew up and down, the long greasy hair, and the bitter face......

It was Snape.

As Scott turned his head suddenly, the others followed his line of sight, and the moment they saw Snape, everyone stopped talking.

The originally lively courtyard suddenly became quiet.

But Snape didn't care, and he walked in the direction of Dumbledore and Scott without changing his face.

"Oh, Severus."

Dumbledore immediately greeted him warmly.

"Long time no see."

But Snape didn't respond to his same enthusiasm.

He just nodded very slightly, and said coldly, "Long time no see, Albus." ”

Scott smiled apologetically at the wizards in front of him and walked over.

"Hello, Professor Snape."

He took the initiative and politely greeted the Potions professor.

"Hello...... Mr. Trollope. ”

Snape turned to look at him.

The black eyes were as empty as ever, and the tone of his voice was as strange as ever.

"Don't call me a professor, Ravenclaw Warrior, because I'm no longer at Hogwarts."

“……”

Scott didn't expect that his greeting would also be sarcastic.

Snape was a very unpleasant man.

But Snape didn't let him go easily.

"I think you should go and stand with the glamorous people and accept their compliments, rather than talking to a former Death Eater that people can't avoid."

Scott smiled.

"Aren't you an undercover agent for justice? With the evidence provided by Professor Dumbledore, you have been exonerated at trial. ”

"Huh." Snape smirked ugly, "Should I be grateful, Albus?" ”

"No, that's what I'm supposed to do, Severus." Dumbledore smiled.

Scott added, "The Daily Prophet has reported on you, Mr. Snape, and I remember the headline was...... Oh, 'He's the great Slytherin, the lone hero of justice'......"

"Shut up."

Snape looked disgusted.

"Don't be embarrassed, Severus." Dumbledore smiled and said, "You're really brave. ”

Snape's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You know that everything I did was not for some damn justice!" ”

Dumbledore said seriously, "It's all over, Severus, you should learn to reconcile with the past......"

"Don't preach to me!" Snape was inexplicably irritated, "It's none of your business!" ”

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, not saying anything more.

With the arrival of the Minister of Magic, Lady Burns, the Honours Ceremony began.

The whole ritual process was a bit lackluster.

Representatives of the Order of Merlin presided over the presentation of the deeds of wizards who had contributed to past wars and awarded medals, while others applauded with smiles.

Scott always felt that the degree of hypocrisy of this kind of scene could be compared to the awards ceremony in the entertainment industry.

But he still went through the process very cooperatively, got a shining first-class medal, and then stepped down amid applause and smiles.

It's not because he likes this kind of honor that is judged and bestowed by others.

But because of this medal, it will be much easier for him to do many things in the future.

Snape was also awarded a second-class medal for his "righteous and brave" undercover journey.

But this gentleman was not so cooperative, and almost walked through the process with an elongated face.

Of course, the applause he received at the end was also sparse.

When he stepped down, Scott applauded and asked softly, "You don't seem to be happy?" ”

Snape said: "Unlike you, Trollope, it's not something to be happy about for me. ”

Scott asked, "Then why did you come to the ceremony?" ”

"It's deserved, and a Slytherin won't turn down the honor." Snape rightly said.

After the ceremony, it is time for dinner.

In order to avoid the endless temptation and co-optation of others, Scott stood with Snape the whole time.

Snape, who had always kept his face black, really scared off many people who tried to talk to him.

And at this time, Scott only needs to give the other party an apologetic smile.

Snape was of course aware of Scott's "exploitation" of him, but for some reason, he didn't make a sarcasm about it, but instead talked to Scott without a match.

Probably because he was out of his position as a professor, Scott felt that Snape could still speak well.

It wasn't until the end of the dinner that Snape spoke to him at length.

"Mr. Trollope, if you have a recipe for potions that you can't brew in the future, remember to come to your former Potions professor."

"If you hadn't forgotten everything I taught you, you should have seen it clearly......

He stared into Scott's eyes.

"Me, Severus? Snape, is it Thandamocles? Belby is an even better Potions Master. ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for Scott to react, and turned around and left.

Looking at the back of his black robe, Scott finally understood the reason why the former Potions professor's attitude had improved at the dinner party just now.

Obviously, because of knowing Scott and Damocles? Belby trades in the recipe for the potion of mantras.

"Scott, my father wants to meet you."

The day before the Christmas break, Milton said to Scott suddenly.

"No problem." Scott agreed, "Where's the location?" ”

Milton said: "My apartment in London. ”

Scott nodded, "I'll go back with you." ”

After the Christmas break, Scott and his friends took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station in London.

Afterwards, he said goodbye to the others and returned with Milton to his apartment in London.

It's an old style apartment with a red façade, and although it looks a little old, it's clean and nice.

They walked into the hall under the watchful eye of the apartment keeper.

There was no elevator in the apartment, and they climbed the stairs to the fifth floor.

"That's it...... This is it. ”

Milton stood outside the room with the house number "502" and pulled the key out of his pocket.

Scott noticed that his tone was a little agitated, and the hand holding the key was shaking slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

Milton shook his head, took a deep breath, inserted the key into the lockhole, and unscrewed the door.

"Please come in ......"

Halfway through his words, he stood still, and the key in his hand fell to the floor with a "click".

Scott probed and looked.

When he saw Mr. Graves sitting on the sofa and a lady in a black robe and hood, he understood something.

"Let's go in first."

He gave Milton a gentle push on the back, walked into the room himself, closed the door casually, and drew his wand and quickly cast a few spells.

Mr. Graves and the masking lady beside him also got up from the couch.

The lady trembled, took a step forward, and then stopped hesitantly.

Milton stared at her, biting his lower lip tightly, not opening his mouth or making any moves.

"You're here."

Mr. Graves took the initiative to break the silence.

The moment he spoke, the lady lifted her hood with her hand, revealing a haggard face.

She has some of the same long brown hair and brown eyes as Milton.

At this moment, her eyes were only looking straight at Milton, and no one else could be seen, her bloodless lips trembling, but she could not speak.

"Father, mother."

Milton's inaudible voice rang out.

"Long time no see."

Scott could hear him trying to suppress his emotions.

His expression was a little numb, as if he didn't know what to use to face it.

"Milton!"

Mother Milton finally rushed up and hugged him tightly with open arms.

"I'm sorry."

Tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry ......"

She kept apologizing, as if she didn't know what else to say besides "I'm sorry."

Milton's expression was still a little numb, as if he was still out of the situation.

He blinked, his eyes red.

"No need to say I'm sorry." He whispered, "I'm fine." ”

"No ......"

Milton's mother shook her head until she couldn't speak.

Scott looked at Mr. Grevis, who was still standing there.

Mr. Graves stretched out his hand and motioned for him to get out of here first.

Scott nodded, and as he left the living room and into the study.

"You may be seated."

Mr. Grevis's voice was a little hoarse.

Scott glanced at the deep crease in his brow and sat down on the single couch in front of the window.

Mr. Graves rubbed his brow and sat down on another sofa across the small round table.

"I'm sorry to let you come at this time." He apologized.

Scott shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Mr. Graves was silent for a moment before speaking, "I must not be a good father in the eyes of you Milton friends. ”

Scott smiled awkwardly and didn't deny it.

Mr. Graves added: "I am indeed an incompetent man, and because of my incompetence, I have caused my wife and children to be harmed. ”

Scott was even more embarrassed.

He didn't understand why this gentleman was looking for him to talk about the failure of such a middle-aged man.

Fortunately, Mr. Grevis's gaffe was only temporary, and he quickly sorted out his emotions.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this."

He smiled wryly.

"You're still a kid."

Scott continued to remain awkwardly silent.

"Ahem."

Mr. Graves coughed lightly.

"I called you here this time because there are some things that can only be explained in person."

"I was going to contact Dumbledore, but he said he could leave this matter to you."

"I kind of know about you, Scott, so I don't have a problem with that."

Hearing this, Scott perked up.

"If it's Medea's news, please tell me, it's all about me."

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