Chapter 407 407. Day 1 of Summer Vacation
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 407 407. The First Day of Summer Vacation
"We finally meet again!"
Ramiro still warmly gave Scott a bear hug.
"How are you?"
"Long time no see." Scott also asked with a smile, "How is everyone?"
"Everyone is fine, of course, everyone misses you very much."
Ramiro patted Scott on the back and led him toward the parking lot.
"Is the wizarding world too closed? I don't think it's good that I can't keep in touch with my family."
Scott did not say that he did not contact his family for safety reasons, but only said: "It's okay, I will graduate in two years."
"What about after graduation?" Ramiro asked curiously, "Could it be that you will live in the world of ordinary people?"
Scott thought for a while, and could only answer, "I don't know yet, it will depend on the situation in the magic world."
In fact, he knew that given his situation, he would surely enter a dangerous period after graduating from Hogwarts. In order not to hurt his family, he might still have to stay away from everyone.
But right now he doesn't want to talk about it.
After the two got into the car, Ramiro asked a lot of questions curiously while driving.
He is still very interested in Scott's study life at the magic school.
Scott cooperated and said some fun and interesting things.
Ramiro listened with gusto.
When the two drove back to their villa in Salamanca, Scott's family members were already waiting outside the door.
Including his parents, uncles and aunts, cousins, everyone came.
After Scott got out of the car, Emilia was the first to rush up and hug him tightly.
"Oh my dear son."
She kissed Scott hard on the cheek.
"I miss you so much!"
"Mother."
Scott was a little embarrassed, but more amused.
He also put his arms around Emilia, "I miss you too, Mom."
"Oh, you've grown a little taller, baby."
Emilia looked up at Scott, as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"Of course, I'm almost 16," Scott said with a laugh.
Emilia nodded again and again, "Of course, honey, I'm ready, we will celebrate your birthday together next month."
She let go of Scott and led him to the others.
Scott hurriedly greeted other relatives, "Long time no see, Dad, Uncle Caleb, Aunt Flora, Cousin Ramos, Cousin Adeline..."
Everyone smiled at him, even the unsmiling Uncle Caleb's expression softened a little at the moment.
Aunt Flora was still so enthusiastic. She held Scott's hand and asked him many questions with concern.
Scott patiently answered one by one.
Of course, the aunt still doesn't seem to know the identity of Scott's wizard, and she has been complaining that Emilia and Michael didn't help Scott transfer to Madrid.
After a while, Aunt Flora spared Scott's innocent parents and took Emilia and Cousin Adeline to prepare dinner together.
Scott chatted with other people for a while, and the five children from his cousin's family quickly and curiously surrounded him, chattering and asking him some questions about Britain.
It may be because they know that the Hill family moved to Spain from England, and these little guys are very curious about England.
Scott patiently played with the five little guys and answered their endless questions by the way.
It wasn't until dinner began that Scott breathed a sigh of relief.
Ramiro also said, "You are amazing, I can't spend so long with these little guys, I will go crazy."
"So they don't like you very much." Adeline rolled her eyes gracefully.
After dinner, relatives bid farewell and left one after another, and finally there were only three members of Scott's family left in the family.
Emilia chatted with Scott again, she seemed to want Scott to tell her everything about his life at school.
Michael sat aside and listened to the conversation between the mother and son.
But Scott always upholds the principle of reporting good news and not bad news, and never talks about it in depth. It seems that he is just an ordinary little wizard.
Emilia kept smiling and listening to him, and she shed tears as she listened.
"I've always been worried about you, my son." She choked up and said, "I'm always worried that you will be bullied by those people, get hurt, and encounter bad things..."
Scott quickly comforted her.
"You underestimate your son, Mom. At Hogwarts, no student can beat me except the professors."
He deliberately said this in a comforting tone.
"Of course, I don't know how to fight either. The professors at Hogwarts are all great wizards, and it's too late for me to learn from them."
Emilia felt better.
Although Michael, who was sitting next to him, hadn't spoken, Scott knew after meeting his eyes that his father was not as easy to fool as his mother.
Sure enough, that night, Michael knocked on Scott's room door after Emilia fell asleep.
"Is mom already asleep? I knew you would come." Scott in his pajamas didn't sleep. "I've been waiting for you, Dad."
Michael nodded, and the father and son walked to the large balcony outside Scott's room and sat on the rattan chair to chat.
"It seems that you have been through a lot again, my son." Michael lit a cigarette and smoked.
Scott asked curiously, "How did you see that?"
"Of course I can see that," Michael said. "As a smuggler-turned-antique dealer, I've never seen anyone. And, you're my son."
"I think you should stop talking about your identity as a smuggler in a proud tone." Scott joked.
Michael laughed, "This is our Trollope past, son, and you can't escape it."
"I didn't escape." Scott said helplessly.
"Okay, tell me what happened." Michael reached out and ruffled Scott's hair, "You can hide it from Millie, but you have to tell your father the truth. Only by knowing everything can I be prepared. "
Of course Scott understood this truth, and he was not prepared to hide it from Michael.
Although Michael didn't understand magic, as he himself said, he had seen many people and dealt with many ghosts and monsters. In some things, he had much more experience than Scott.
"Let's start with the incident last summer." Michael added.
Scott has no comment.
He narrated his experiences over the past year in detail, not missing a single thing.
Michael listened patiently, pointing out some parts that Scott didn't do well from time to time.
In this way, they chatted all night, and Scott's rich experience was not finished until before dawn.
"Oh, my dear son, your experience is somewhat beyond my expectations."
Michael looked at Scott with complicated eyes, and his tone of voice was also complicated.
"I have to say that you are like the protagonist of a Hollywood fantasy adventure movie. All kinds of troubles will always find you automatically, and even illusory ancient legends are involved."
Scott shrugged, "Sometimes when I think about it, I feel a little unreal."
"Fortunately, you haven't been knocked down by those troubles." Michael rubbed Scott's hair again, "nor have you flinched from the terrible dangers you may face in the future."
Scott felt that his little curly hair must have been scrunched into a chicken coop.
But it was his father who made the move.
So he could only lie flat and let Michael move.
"I know it doesn't work to run away from timidity," he said. "Trouble is solved by confronting it."
Michael withdrew his hand from Scott's head and lit another cigarette.
He was silent for a while before speaking again, "But as a parent, I can't just watch you face those things alone."
Scott turned to look at him.
At this moment, Michael's expression was hidden in the hazy smoke.
Scott hesitated to speak.
"I know what you want to say, my son."
Michael also turned to look at Scott.
"Although Millie and I are your parents, we are just ordinary people. Ordinary people cannot participate in the affairs of those wizards. You think I only need to protect myself and Millie, don't you?"
Hearing what he said, Scott could only remain silent.
Michael didn’t say anything more, he stood up directly.
"Rest well, your father needs some time to think, we'll talk later."
He patted Scott on the top of the head again, turned and walked out of his room.
Scott watched his back as he left, watched him close the door of the room, and did not move for a while.
After a long time, he let out a long breath, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face.
He was also a little sad to hear Michael's sad tone.
But there was something about it, he couldn't let his parents become wizards, and he couldn't let them take part in his adventures.
Although they have always been the closest family, with the most genuine love and concern for each other, when Scott walks into the weird and magical world alone, their worlds only slightly overlap.
Scott believed that Michael understood this truth too.
His father is also a cautious man, he is not worried that he will do impulsive things.
Presumably Michael is also very clear that rashly getting involved in Scott's affairs will not help him, but will drag him down.
While this is brutal for a father who wants to protect his son, it is what it is.
Scott eased his emotions, then left the balcony, climbed to the window and fell into a deep sleep.
"Scott, my dear son..."
After an unknown amount of time, Scott heard Emilia's voice in his sleepiness, and at the same time, a hand grabbed his ear.
Scott, who hadn't woken up, barely opened his eyes, and saw Emilia standing beside his bed.
"Good morning, Mom." He said vaguely, "I still want to sleep for a while."
"It's noon now, my son!"
Emilia tugged at his ears reluctantly.
"And you haven't explained to me what's going on on the balcony. Has my good son learned to smoke? I counted, and he actually smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in one night?"
"That's what Dad smoked." Scott broke free from her hand and hid under the covers.
"Your father said, he never came to your room!"
Emilia lifted Scott's blanket and bent down to sniff him.
"Honey, your pajamas reek of cigarette smoke!"
As she spoke, she slapped Scott's ass hard again.
Scott finally opened his eyes fully.
Looking at Emilia's angry expression, he finally realized that he had been tricked by Michael.
In order to prevent Emilia from discovering the long talk between the father and son last night, he could only plead guilty and beg for mercy, "I don't dare again, Mom."
"You'd better never dare again." Emilia reached out and pinched Scott's face again, "I don't want you to learn from Mike, you know, your dad was so young when you were your age It's a high school dropout punk!"
"I won't smoke again." Scott assured again and again.
Emilia reluctantly let him go.
"Where's Mike?" Scott asked.
"He went out early in the morning." Emilia replied, "Oh, we haven't told you yet, the family has opened another store, just on the street not far from here."
Scott sat up slowly.
"Go take a shower and fix your own lunch." She directed Scott to act, "I'm going to help you wash your pajamas and sheets, and of course, clean the balcony, you brat, the room is full of The stench of smoke!"
Seeing the disgusted expression on Emilia's face, Scott was a little heartbroken.
Yesterday, my son was still a dear and affectionate darling, but in just one night, he was already a disgusting brat, and the treatment has dropped too fast.
But he obediently took a shower and changed his clothes, then went downstairs to fry the steak by himself.
After lunch, Scott called Roger.
Mainly to care about Milton who went abroad alone.
"Milton is gone," Roger said on the phone. "I took him to the airport this morning and taught him to fly alone."
"Is he okay?" Scott was actually a little worried, "I always think we will see a British boy crying alone on the streets of Vienna in the newspapers or news."
Hearing what he said, Roger was also a little worried.
"You're right. I feel the same way now. I already have a picture in my mind."
But the two could do nothing but wish Milton all the best.
After hanging up the phone, Scott followed Emilia's instructions and came outside his store.
It is still an antique shop named [Trolope], located on a not busy and somewhat narrow street.
Scott opened the door and walked in. The copper bell hanging on the door jingled.
The decoration of the store looks very similar to the store in the small town of Hastings, England, including the goods.
An old gramophone is playing a decades-old vinyl record, and a well-dressed Michael is sitting behind an old counter drinking coffee.
He looked refreshed and didn't look like he was sleep deprived after staying up all night.
"You came."
He looked up at Scott.
"Dad, will there be business here?"
Scott looked around and always felt that this store was run by Michael.
Michael laughed.
"Come here, Scott."
He beckoned to Scott.
(End of this chapter)
"We finally meet again!"
Ramiro still warmly gave Scott a bear hug.
"How are you?"
"Long time no see." Scott also asked with a smile, "How is everyone?"
"Everyone is fine, of course, everyone misses you very much."
Ramiro patted Scott on the back and led him toward the parking lot.
"Is the wizarding world too closed? I don't think it's good that I can't keep in touch with my family."
Scott did not say that he did not contact his family for safety reasons, but only said: "It's okay, I will graduate in two years."
"What about after graduation?" Ramiro asked curiously, "Could it be that you will live in the world of ordinary people?"
Scott thought for a while, and could only answer, "I don't know yet, it will depend on the situation in the magic world."
In fact, he knew that given his situation, he would surely enter a dangerous period after graduating from Hogwarts. In order not to hurt his family, he might still have to stay away from everyone.
But right now he doesn't want to talk about it.
After the two got into the car, Ramiro asked a lot of questions curiously while driving.
He is still very interested in Scott's study life at the magic school.
Scott cooperated and said some fun and interesting things.
Ramiro listened with gusto.
When the two drove back to their villa in Salamanca, Scott's family members were already waiting outside the door.
Including his parents, uncles and aunts, cousins, everyone came.
After Scott got out of the car, Emilia was the first to rush up and hug him tightly.
"Oh my dear son."
She kissed Scott hard on the cheek.
"I miss you so much!"
"Mother."
Scott was a little embarrassed, but more amused.
He also put his arms around Emilia, "I miss you too, Mom."
"Oh, you've grown a little taller, baby."
Emilia looked up at Scott, as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"Of course, I'm almost 16," Scott said with a laugh.
Emilia nodded again and again, "Of course, honey, I'm ready, we will celebrate your birthday together next month."
She let go of Scott and led him to the others.
Scott hurriedly greeted other relatives, "Long time no see, Dad, Uncle Caleb, Aunt Flora, Cousin Ramos, Cousin Adeline..."
Everyone smiled at him, even the unsmiling Uncle Caleb's expression softened a little at the moment.
Aunt Flora was still so enthusiastic. She held Scott's hand and asked him many questions with concern.
Scott patiently answered one by one.
Of course, the aunt still doesn't seem to know the identity of Scott's wizard, and she has been complaining that Emilia and Michael didn't help Scott transfer to Madrid.
After a while, Aunt Flora spared Scott's innocent parents and took Emilia and Cousin Adeline to prepare dinner together.
Scott chatted with other people for a while, and the five children from his cousin's family quickly and curiously surrounded him, chattering and asking him some questions about Britain.
It may be because they know that the Hill family moved to Spain from England, and these little guys are very curious about England.
Scott patiently played with the five little guys and answered their endless questions by the way.
It wasn't until dinner began that Scott breathed a sigh of relief.
Ramiro also said, "You are amazing, I can't spend so long with these little guys, I will go crazy."
"So they don't like you very much." Adeline rolled her eyes gracefully.
After dinner, relatives bid farewell and left one after another, and finally there were only three members of Scott's family left in the family.
Emilia chatted with Scott again, she seemed to want Scott to tell her everything about his life at school.
Michael sat aside and listened to the conversation between the mother and son.
But Scott always upholds the principle of reporting good news and not bad news, and never talks about it in depth. It seems that he is just an ordinary little wizard.
Emilia kept smiling and listening to him, and she shed tears as she listened.
"I've always been worried about you, my son." She choked up and said, "I'm always worried that you will be bullied by those people, get hurt, and encounter bad things..."
Scott quickly comforted her.
"You underestimate your son, Mom. At Hogwarts, no student can beat me except the professors."
He deliberately said this in a comforting tone.
"Of course, I don't know how to fight either. The professors at Hogwarts are all great wizards, and it's too late for me to learn from them."
Emilia felt better.
Although Michael, who was sitting next to him, hadn't spoken, Scott knew after meeting his eyes that his father was not as easy to fool as his mother.
Sure enough, that night, Michael knocked on Scott's room door after Emilia fell asleep.
"Is mom already asleep? I knew you would come." Scott in his pajamas didn't sleep. "I've been waiting for you, Dad."
Michael nodded, and the father and son walked to the large balcony outside Scott's room and sat on the rattan chair to chat.
"It seems that you have been through a lot again, my son." Michael lit a cigarette and smoked.
Scott asked curiously, "How did you see that?"
"Of course I can see that," Michael said. "As a smuggler-turned-antique dealer, I've never seen anyone. And, you're my son."
"I think you should stop talking about your identity as a smuggler in a proud tone." Scott joked.
Michael laughed, "This is our Trollope past, son, and you can't escape it."
"I didn't escape." Scott said helplessly.
"Okay, tell me what happened." Michael reached out and ruffled Scott's hair, "You can hide it from Millie, but you have to tell your father the truth. Only by knowing everything can I be prepared. "
Of course Scott understood this truth, and he was not prepared to hide it from Michael.
Although Michael didn't understand magic, as he himself said, he had seen many people and dealt with many ghosts and monsters. In some things, he had much more experience than Scott.
"Let's start with the incident last summer." Michael added.
Scott has no comment.
He narrated his experiences over the past year in detail, not missing a single thing.
Michael listened patiently, pointing out some parts that Scott didn't do well from time to time.
In this way, they chatted all night, and Scott's rich experience was not finished until before dawn.
"Oh, my dear son, your experience is somewhat beyond my expectations."
Michael looked at Scott with complicated eyes, and his tone of voice was also complicated.
"I have to say that you are like the protagonist of a Hollywood fantasy adventure movie. All kinds of troubles will always find you automatically, and even illusory ancient legends are involved."
Scott shrugged, "Sometimes when I think about it, I feel a little unreal."
"Fortunately, you haven't been knocked down by those troubles." Michael rubbed Scott's hair again, "nor have you flinched from the terrible dangers you may face in the future."
Scott felt that his little curly hair must have been scrunched into a chicken coop.
But it was his father who made the move.
So he could only lie flat and let Michael move.
"I know it doesn't work to run away from timidity," he said. "Trouble is solved by confronting it."
Michael withdrew his hand from Scott's head and lit another cigarette.
He was silent for a while before speaking again, "But as a parent, I can't just watch you face those things alone."
Scott turned to look at him.
At this moment, Michael's expression was hidden in the hazy smoke.
Scott hesitated to speak.
"I know what you want to say, my son."
Michael also turned to look at Scott.
"Although Millie and I are your parents, we are just ordinary people. Ordinary people cannot participate in the affairs of those wizards. You think I only need to protect myself and Millie, don't you?"
Hearing what he said, Scott could only remain silent.
Michael didn’t say anything more, he stood up directly.
"Rest well, your father needs some time to think, we'll talk later."
He patted Scott on the top of the head again, turned and walked out of his room.
Scott watched his back as he left, watched him close the door of the room, and did not move for a while.
After a long time, he let out a long breath, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face.
He was also a little sad to hear Michael's sad tone.
But there was something about it, he couldn't let his parents become wizards, and he couldn't let them take part in his adventures.
Although they have always been the closest family, with the most genuine love and concern for each other, when Scott walks into the weird and magical world alone, their worlds only slightly overlap.
Scott believed that Michael understood this truth too.
His father is also a cautious man, he is not worried that he will do impulsive things.
Presumably Michael is also very clear that rashly getting involved in Scott's affairs will not help him, but will drag him down.
While this is brutal for a father who wants to protect his son, it is what it is.
Scott eased his emotions, then left the balcony, climbed to the window and fell into a deep sleep.
"Scott, my dear son..."
After an unknown amount of time, Scott heard Emilia's voice in his sleepiness, and at the same time, a hand grabbed his ear.
Scott, who hadn't woken up, barely opened his eyes, and saw Emilia standing beside his bed.
"Good morning, Mom." He said vaguely, "I still want to sleep for a while."
"It's noon now, my son!"
Emilia tugged at his ears reluctantly.
"And you haven't explained to me what's going on on the balcony. Has my good son learned to smoke? I counted, and he actually smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in one night?"
"That's what Dad smoked." Scott broke free from her hand and hid under the covers.
"Your father said, he never came to your room!"
Emilia lifted Scott's blanket and bent down to sniff him.
"Honey, your pajamas reek of cigarette smoke!"
As she spoke, she slapped Scott's ass hard again.
Scott finally opened his eyes fully.
Looking at Emilia's angry expression, he finally realized that he had been tricked by Michael.
In order to prevent Emilia from discovering the long talk between the father and son last night, he could only plead guilty and beg for mercy, "I don't dare again, Mom."
"You'd better never dare again." Emilia reached out and pinched Scott's face again, "I don't want you to learn from Mike, you know, your dad was so young when you were your age It's a high school dropout punk!"
"I won't smoke again." Scott assured again and again.
Emilia reluctantly let him go.
"Where's Mike?" Scott asked.
"He went out early in the morning." Emilia replied, "Oh, we haven't told you yet, the family has opened another store, just on the street not far from here."
Scott sat up slowly.
"Go take a shower and fix your own lunch." She directed Scott to act, "I'm going to help you wash your pajamas and sheets, and of course, clean the balcony, you brat, the room is full of The stench of smoke!"
Seeing the disgusted expression on Emilia's face, Scott was a little heartbroken.
Yesterday, my son was still a dear and affectionate darling, but in just one night, he was already a disgusting brat, and the treatment has dropped too fast.
But he obediently took a shower and changed his clothes, then went downstairs to fry the steak by himself.
After lunch, Scott called Roger.
Mainly to care about Milton who went abroad alone.
"Milton is gone," Roger said on the phone. "I took him to the airport this morning and taught him to fly alone."
"Is he okay?" Scott was actually a little worried, "I always think we will see a British boy crying alone on the streets of Vienna in the newspapers or news."
Hearing what he said, Roger was also a little worried.
"You're right. I feel the same way now. I already have a picture in my mind."
But the two could do nothing but wish Milton all the best.
After hanging up the phone, Scott followed Emilia's instructions and came outside his store.
It is still an antique shop named [Trolope], located on a not busy and somewhat narrow street.
Scott opened the door and walked in. The copper bell hanging on the door jingled.
The decoration of the store looks very similar to the store in the small town of Hastings, England, including the goods.
An old gramophone is playing a decades-old vinyl record, and a well-dressed Michael is sitting behind an old counter drinking coffee.
He looked refreshed and didn't look like he was sleep deprived after staying up all night.
"You came."
He looked up at Scott.
"Dad, will there be business here?"
Scott looked around and always felt that this store was run by Michael.
Michael laughed.
"Come here, Scott."
He beckoned to Scott.
(End of this chapter)
