“Oh, are you actually involved in this kind of thing?”
That night in the Room of Requirement, after listening to Scott’s story, the Ravenclaw in the painting looked at him funny.
Saving a magical animal?
She also didn’t seem to expect Scott to be involved.
“It’s nice to have a little bit of trouble once in a while,” Scott said with a smile.
He recounted the conversation he had with Dumbledore a while ago.
“So you did it on purpose?” Ravenclaw smiled playfully, “You want the principal to know that you are not all that he said you are and only make the smartest choice?”
Scott told the truth, “It’s just part of the reason, and the other part is to satisfy my curiosity about the invisibility cloak and the time turner known as one of the Deathly Hallows.”
Ravenclaw asked, “In that case, why didn’t you choose all the classes? Then you would have gotten the Time-Turner.”
“It’s not necessary,” Scott said. “I don’t want to waste time and energy learning knowledge that I’m not interested in or don’t need.”
Ravenclaw nodded, “So, what did you gain?”
Scott shook his head, “The power of time is too mysterious. Even if there are two Harrys and two Hermiones present at the same time, I can’t sense anything. As for the invisibility cloak? Although it is much more powerful than the ordinary invisibility cloak , but it still cannot completely block my magic perception.”
“Your sensitivity to magic is rare in the world.” Ravenclaw said, “This is also the reason why you have strong perception.”
Scott couldn’t help but asked her curiously, “What do you know about the so-called Deathly Hallows, the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand?”
“What do you think? Do you think Death really exists?” Ravenclaw asked.
Scott shook his head, “I don’t know, I just think that even if the God of Death does exist, he will not be a real god. Maybe he is just an extremely powerful wizard.”
“Interesting statement.” Ravenclaw did not answer Scott’s question directly, “The so-called Deathly Hallows, you can think of them as powerful alchemical items.”
Scott nodded.
Can it be regarded as? He thought, in other words, maybe they really weren’t alchemical items?
Although the question was not completely answered, Scott did not ask any further questions.
Because Ravenclaw would not hide it if he could be told.
Since Ravenclaw was a little vague, it wasn’t appropriate for Scott to know, at least not now.
“I know you are curious, but please remember, don’t touch time.”
As Scott said goodbye to the Ravenclaw in the painting and left, the mentor gave a word of advice.
Scott agreed seriously.
The next day, Scott and his roommates boarded the express train leaving Hogwarts.
In the afternoon, Scott took a plane alone to Madrid, Spain.
It was still his cousin Ramiro who drove to Barajas Airport to pick him up.
“Oh, my dear little cousin.” Ramiro still greeted Scott with a bear hug, “You have completed a new magical journey!”
Scott could only learn from his shamelessness and turn a blind eye to the curious eyes of the people around him.
When she got home, Amelia also gave Scott a warm hug as soon as possible.
“Long time no see, my dear son. Every time I see you finish a semester of school, I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.” She said to Scott.
Scott couldn’t help but laugh, “Hogwarts is not as scary a place as you think, Mom.”
“Milly is just too worried about you,” Michael said, “and you don’t allow us to write to you.”
“Sorry, Dad.”
Scott was a little helpless. He couldn’t give others the possibility of finding their home through owls.
Of course, Michael and Amelia are not wizards, their names have no magic power, and ordinary owls cannot find them. Only Shay, who is already familiar with this place, can fly back.
After being reunited with his parents and relatives, Scott spent a happy Christmas.
Since he used magic to shield his name after leaving England, all owls could not find him, so he did not receive Christmas gifts from anyone except his parents and relatives.
As for the gifts he gave to other people, he sent the orders and money to those stores before the holidays, and they would help him send the gifts to his professors and friends according to the orders.
The first day after Christmas, Scott received a call from Rimbaud on his cell phone.
“Are you okay, Scott? I have to tell you that things are getting more and more bizarre.” Rimbaud said to Scott on the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked curiously.
Rimbaud told the latest news, “The Yaxley, Burst, and Foley families have reconciled.”
Scott felt a big question mark jumping over his head, “What?”
“Yes, you heard it right, they reconciled.” Rimbaud said, “They inherited the Travers family’s legacy as quickly as possible, and the Ministry of Magic and other families did not react at all.”
“What happened?” Scott asked.
Rimbaud gave the answer, “The man in green robe intervened.”
“Medea?” Scott clicked his tongue, “You weren’t discovered by her, were you?”
“Fortunately, the female devil didn’t show up.” Rimbaud also seemed to be a little frightened.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief.
“In short, with the intervention of a few men in green robes, the three families divided their interests and then shook hands and reconciled.”
Rampo began to describe in detail what he knew.
“The boy from the Fry family will inherit the name of Travers. He has been engaged to the girl from the Bulstrode family. After that, the Bulstrode family and the Yaxley family should be able to receive some property gifts.”
“I understand.” Scott sighed, “and the Yaxley family will get more.”
“Maybe, that’s all I know.” Rampo said.
Scott was inexplicably unhappy.
His revenge against the Yaxley family did not achieve the desired results.
Scott personally killed the heir proposed by Yaxley, and the candidate caused them to miss the inheritance of Travers, and this was the full result of his revenge.
Although the loss of the Yaxley family was not small, Scott still felt unhappy when the matter developed to the end and there was a so-called “magic turn”.
Especially the entry of Medea, which meant that the changes in things were becoming more and more unpredictable.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, temporarily put the matter aside, and turned to ask about his other enemies, Carlo and Roll.
“It’s a pity that Carlo and Luo did not choose to spend Christmas in England.” Rimbaud said.
Scott frowned.
He didn’t expect that the progress on the other side was not smooth either.
“Wait for me, my friend.” He said to Rimbaud on the other end of the phone, “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I will be back to Oak Cottage tomorrow.”
