Scott put down the newspaper with mixed feelings.
“What is this?” Michael came over and picked up the Daily Prophet and glanced at it, and couldn’t help raising his eyebrows.
“Is this the Sun of the wizarding world?” he asked.
Scott shrugged his shoulders, “This should be the Times of the wizarding world, but its content often leans towards the Sun.”
Michael read the content of the report carefully again.
“It looks like you are going to be famous, son.” He reached out and patted Scott’s head, “It will pass.”
At this time, Emilia snatched the newspaper from him.
“Dear, although this reporter is talking nonsense throughout the article, she is obviously very good at inciting emotions.”
She scanned the report at a glance and said dissatisfiedly.
“In this case, those hateful racists will be even more disgusted with you.”
Scott said helplessly: “That is the most notorious reporter in the magic world. Her reports are always for the sake of attracting attention.”
“What will you do?” Emilia looked at him worriedly, “Can this matter be clarified?”
Scott shook his head, “No need to clarify, the students of Hogwarts should all know that I have almost no intersection with that girl.”
“Well, I hope this matter will not affect your school life, dear.”
Amelia put down the newspaper and walked into the kitchen.
“It’s not a bad thing, son.”
Michael comforted Scott again.
“This kind of gossip report can confuse the water and make people who don’t know the truth habitually think about this matter in other directions.”
Scott nodded, “I think so too.”
So, he will not care about Rita Skeeter’s nonsense for the time being, and even hope that she can write more outrageous stories, the more deviated from reality, the better.
It’s also good to let this matter become a farce on the surface.
After lunch, Scott returned to his room.
He took out the “broken arm bone” again.
This magic item has changed slightly as he continues to use magic to perceive it.
Although this change is minimal, it also gives him hope.
Perhaps after a long period of running-in, this magic item will become familiar with his magic, accept his magic, and then play a role in his hands.
So, while checking the box of books and documents related to mysticism, he also took the arm bone in one hand and played with it.
Scott roughly flipped through the old books and papers in the wooden box and found that most of them were just some Muggle mystical fantasies.
Only the alchemist’s “recipe” could not be “translated” for the time being, so he could not make a judgment.
But the texture of this old parchment and the way the letters on the paper were written made Scott suspect that this might really be related to wizards.
Because he couldn’t use magic at home, he decided to take this paper to school to verify it again.
Scott sorted out the gifts given by others and began to look through the notes given to him by several professors.
The spells notes that Professor Flitwick sent were still the originals written by him. Scott had gained a lot just by reading a few pages.
As a professor of spells at Hogwarts for many years, Professor Flitwick had his own unique understanding and application of spells, which would benefit Scott a lot.
Scott was fascinated by it when he suddenly heard the doorbell downstairs.
Then, he heard Emilia calling from the yard, “Scott! Your friend is here!”
Friend?
Scott stood up from the desk, walked to the window and looked down.
“Milton?”
He looked at the long-haired boy standing at the door of his yard in surprise.
“Wait.”
He turned and ran downstairs to the door of the yard.
“Scott.”
Milton looked very bad, pale and haggard.
“Sorry to bother you.”
He said a little helplessly.
Then, he took out a box from his backpack and handed it to Scott.
“This is a Christmas gift.”
Scott took it and asked him, “What happened? You actually came here.”
“I wanted to go out and relax.” Milton forced a smile, “So I came to find you.”
“Come in.”
Scott invited him in.
“It’s hard for you to find my house.”
Milton said, “There are not many residents in this town. I just asked a few people.”
Scott nodded.
But he stopped right after that and said to Emilia next to him helplessly, “Millie, this is my classmate and roommate, Milton Graves.”
He emphasized the word roommate.
Amelia asked with a strange expression, “Does your school have mixed sex?”
“…”
Scott was speechless.
“Hello, Mrs. Trollope.” Milton said softly, “You misunderstood, I’m a man.”
“Boy?”
Amelia looked at him again, turned to Scott and said, “Oh, dear, no matter what choice you make, I will support you!”
“Thank you, Millie. But I’m heterosexual.”
Scott was even more helpless.
“As for Milton…”
He turned to Milton and said, “Why do I feel that you are asexual?”
Milton quickly understood the meaning of the word “asexual”.
“Maybe?” he said uncertainly, “I really haven’t been attracted to any girl or boy.”
“That’s it.”
Scott spread his hands to Emilia.
“Is that so?” Emilia looked regretful.
“That’s it.”
Scott looked at her and said.
“Okay.”
Emilia still warmly welcomed Milton.
Just because Milton had been acting uncomfortable and seemed to be worried, Scott decided to take him out for a walk.
Finally they came to the beach and stood on the top of the cliff in the cold wind.
“What happened?” Scott asked, “If nothing happened, you wouldn’t have come here because you don’t want to cause trouble to anyone.”
Milton squatted on a rock, staring at the surging and deep sea below the cliff in a daze.
“Sorry.” He said softly again.
“I don’t want to hear an apology.” Scott said, “If you have any problems, just say it and see if you can find a solution.”
“I ran away from home.” Milton said.
“…Is this your rebellious period?”
To be honest, Scott was very surprised.
Milton is not the kind of rebellious boy who runs away from home.
Milton shook his head.
“My mother left,” he said, “maybe my father will remarry soon.”
Scott was even more surprised.
He walked to Milton and sat down, patting his shoulder.
“Mom finally ran away.” Milton said again.
Run away? Run away?
Scott didn’t know what to say.
Milton continued: “I think they must have loved each other at first, right? After all, a wizard married a Muggle woman, they must love each other very much.”
Scott knew he was just venting his emotions, so he just listened silently.
“Maybe my father didn’t think clearly before getting married, what it meant to him to marry a Muggle woman.”
Milton’s voice was very low, and it was sometimes visible in the wind.
“After suffering setbacks again and again, he would sometimes think, if he had married a witch… would he have an easier life…”
Scott wrapped his coat tightly.
In this way, he silently listened to the bloody love story of Milton’s parents in the biting cold wind.
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