Chapter 510 510.2 Coincidental Coordinates
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 510 510. Two Overlapping Coordinates
Summer vacation is coming.
Saying goodbye to friends, Scott went to Madrid, Spain to meet his family as usual.
According to the usual practice, it was still his cousin Ramiro who drove to Barajas Airport to pick him up this afternoon.
All the other relatives gathered to welcome him home.
Of course, a warm hug from Emilia, full of motherly love, was indispensable when they met.
"My son, our time to see you is running out!"
She complained with red eyes.
"Maybe your father and I should have had one more child."
"Sorry, Mom."
Scott looked at Emilia with some guilt.
Even he felt that perhaps having more than one younger brother or younger sister would be better.
"Oh, Aunt Millie!"
Ramiro on the side enliven the atmosphere with funny expressions.
"Don't forget me when you see Scott, I come to see you often."
Michael also smiled and said, "Oh, Millie, it's not too late if you want to have another one."
"Dad is right." Scott quickly agreed.
When the topic was brought up, others jumped in immediately.
Aunt Flora said that she had long felt that Emilia and Michael had only one child or too few.
"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 brat and raise him!"
Michael came over and took her hand in time.
"Scott has grown up and is almost independent, so let him live the life he wants."
As he spoke, he took her hand to his lips and kissed her finger.
"Don't worry about this kid, and 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 moved.
"You're right, I love you too."
With that said, the two hugged each other as if no one else was around.
Scott looked at this scene with a smile and applauded directly.
Influenced by him, others started applauding too.
"A little embarrassing, isn't it?"
Ramiro whispered to Scott.
"It's a good thing it's Aunt Millie and Uncle Mike, if it's my parents doing this..."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Uncle Galle's serious face, stuck out his tongue and pretended to vomit.
Ramiro, who complained, didn't pay attention. What he said was overheard by a few kids from Cousin Ramos's house and Cousin Adelina's house.
Immediately the little ghosts secretly told Aunt Flora.
So everyone laughed and enjoyed the scene where Cousin Ramiro was pinched by Aunt Flora's ear.
A few little ghosts laughed especially loudly.
Seeing the smiling faces of his relatives, Scott couldn't help but relax completely, and temporarily put everything else aside.
In the next few days, Scott stayed at home, living a very lazy and comfortable life, or went to watch the ball game with his cousin Ramiro, and went to the beach to participate in the music festival.
He also took the time to chat with 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.
Michael was happy to hear that Scott was going strong.
"So, you now have the power to protect yourself."
He patted Scott on the shoulder happily.
"For me, this is the best news."
After that, Scott also talked about what he wants to do in the future.
For his idea, Michael agreed.
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 ever-changing development of this world better than wizards.
"Internet, satellites, ubiquitous cameras, if things go on like this, wizards may not be able to hide for long."
In this regard, Michael undoubtedly has the same understanding.
"Has it always been a small number of wizards wiping out people's memories with sticks? I suspect they don't even know what to do with the footage."
"That's what I was thinking too," Scott said.
Compared with Michael, he knows how fast technology will develop in the future.
In a few years, everyone will hold a mobile phone 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," he said. "Even if most people want to, there will always be some people who don't."
"I understand."
As an antique dealer who walks in a gray area, Michael knows more than Scott.
"Do what you want."
He patted Scott on the shoulder again.
"Of course I don't want a war between wizards and ordinary people to break out. Millie and I are ordinary people, you are a wizard, and your future child is likely to be a wizard, isn't it?"
Scott nodded.
He reached out to hold the [Eye of Odin] pendant on his chest.
"Moreover, I already have an absolutely safe retreat."
He winked at Michael.
"If nothing can be done, our family can hide inside, and no one can find us."
"Oh, I don't think so."
Although he had seen the space inside [Odin's Eye] under Scott's leadership, Michael still shook his head directly.
"You'd better keep calm, son, I don't want to live such an isolated life unless it is absolutely necessary."
"I will."
Scott smiled.
Of course.
He doesn't want to live like that unless he has to.
Soon, the time came to September 7.
Today is Scott's 17th birthday.
In the wizarding world, that meant he was of age.
Accompanied by his family, he spent a perfect birthday.
After his birthday, Scott bid farewell to his parents and returned to the UK.
Back at the Oak Lodge in Crowland, Scott first unblocked his name and accepted a bunch of birthday presents.
The next day, he directly activated the Portkey, and together with Rimbaud came to the Sea of Oaks where the druids lived.
After letting Rimbaud go to report, Scott has been waiting in place.
Soon, Savannah and her grandfather ran in the form of wolves and came to him.
"Good morning, Scott."
Savannah, who turned back into a human form, took the initiative to greet Scott.
"good morning."
Scott gave a formal wizard salute to the old druid.
"Mr. Doherty, Savannah."
"Ah."
The old Druid was still not very friendly to him, the layers of wrinkles on his face were tight, and he responded reluctantly.
Scott straightened up, and took out a wooden box from the deformed lizard skin bag hanging on his waist.
"This……"
The old druid immediately changed his face, looking excitedly at the box in his hand.
"This... this is..."
Scott nodded, and directly opened the lid of the wooden box.
A soft golden light appeared.
Both the old Druid and Savannah couldn't help taking a step forward, their eyes fixed on the piece of golden wood.
"That's right...that's right..."
The old druid stretched out his hands tremblingly.
"This is the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] that has long been lost!"
The moment his hands touched the wooden box, he raised his head and glanced at Scott.
Scott smiled, indifferent, and even took the initiative to stuff the wooden box containing the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] into his hand.
"This……"
The old Druid was a little surprised.
Of course Scott knew what he was surprised about.
only……
Perhaps for Druids, [Heart of the Sacred Tree] is an incomparable treasure.
But for Scott, this thing is not some unbeatable treasure.
His goal has always been to open the passage to "Avalon".
"Can you tell me the time?"
he asked directly.
"After saving the holy tree, the time to open the passage."
"time……"
The old Druid hesitated to speak, looking a little embarrassed.
"What's the matter, Mr. Doherty?"
Scott looked at him puzzled.
"It was you who told me that as long as you find [the heart of the holy tree], you can restore the power of the holy tree and open the passage of 'Avalon'."
As he spoke, suspicion appeared in his eyes.
"Are you lying to me?"
"Impolite! Who lied to you!"
The old Druid vehemently denied it.
"What I tell you is the truth!"
Scott raised his eyebrows, "Then why didn't you tell me when the passage can be opened?"
"Because I can't estimate the time either."
The old druid was a little weaker, to be honest.
"There's no precedent for this, so I can't say when it will be ready."
Scott raised his eyebrows higher when he heard this.
"There is no precedent?" He asked unhappily, "Then why do you still conclude that [the heart of the holy tree] can restore the power of the holy tree?"
He suspected that this bad old man was very bad, and tricked himself into being a free coolie to find the lost [Heart of the Sacred Tree] for them.
It may be that Scott's suspicion was too obvious, and the old Druid was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Don't doubt my words! Druids never lie!"
"Who knows?" Scott didn't care. "I've seen it before. Your grandson, Aaron Doherty, is a liar."
"He He……"
The old Druid was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he was panting with anger.
"Sorry, Scott."
Savannah quickly supported the old druid's arm, looking at Scott.
"I'm really sorry about Aaron."
She said anxiously.
"But please believe me, grandfather did not lie to you! [The Heart of the Sacred Tree] will surely restore the full power of the Sacred Tree! Really, please believe me."
"All right……"
Scott looked into her eyes, he could see that Savannah was not lying, so he nodded slowly.
"I believe you."
After all, unlike last summer vacation, he is not so anxious about opening the passage now.
Last year, his strength was insufficient, and he wanted to take advantage of Salazar Slytherin's awakening and enter "Avalon" first to destroy his plan.
But honestly, it's a gamble.
Because he wasn't sure that would be self-defeating.
In case Slytherin is awakened by him, and he has no strength to fight against it, he can only be dumbfounded.
Now that his strength has increased greatly, what he thinks is to open the channel after making all the preparations, and end the prophecy.
This approach sounds more secure.
Thinking of this, Scott stretched out a hand directly.
"Then, the preparations for restoring the power of the sacred tree and opening the channel will be left to you, Savannah."
"Okay...Ok..."
Savannah blushed and held out a hand.
Just a second before they finished high-five, another old hand suddenly stretched out, squeezed Savannah's hand, and high-five Scott.
Snapped.
"Pleasant to work with."
Scott smiled flatly.
"Mr. Doherty."
"Pleasant to work with."
The old druid stared at Scott with hawk eyes.
"Mr Trollope."
Then, he solemnly said: "I swear in the name of nature that the Druid will not break his promise in this matter."
"Ok."
Scott smiled politely.
He took out another cardboard box from the shape-shifting lizard skin bag and handed it to the old druid.
"There is a magic tool that can contact me at any time, as well as its instruction manual. Please accept it. If you have any situation, please contact me directly."
"no problem."
The old druid reached out and took the carton.
Seeing Savannah watching helplessly, Scott took out another cardboard box containing the [Magic Phone] and handed it to her.
Savannah was instantly happy.
And the old druid lost his face again.
"If there is nothing else..." he said pretendingly, "we are going to be busy too, we need to hold a grand sacrifice under the holy tree."
"Then, I'll leave first."
Scott didn't have any further thoughts, so he waved his hand directly.
"Goodbye, Mr. Doherty, Savannah."
As he spoke, he activated the [Silver Snake Necklace] on his left hand, and brought Rimbaud back to the crow's territory.
"The passage of 'Avalon' cannot be opened for the time being, what are you going to do next, Scott?"
Rimbaud asked curiously.
"Going to find the research materials hidden by the [Asgardian] school?"
"of course."
Scott sat at the desk and found the animal skin scroll obtained from the treasure chest in the Temple of Odin.
It records the coordinates of the secret places "Niflheim" and "Jötunheim".
Of course, it's not that direct, but you need to play some word games and add a certain amount of calculations to get the answer.
And Scott has never had time to calculate these two coordinates.
Now, he will start to do this work.
With the help of arithmetic and divination, this kind of word games and calculations can't trouble Scott, and soon he got the answer.
But after seeing the answer, he was stunned.
At the same time, there was a storm in his mind instantly.
"Scott!"
"Scott!"
"Hey!"
"what happened to you?"
Scott was stunned for a long time, so long that Rimbaud noticed it and kept calling his name.
"What's the matter?"
"I can't help but wonder everything now..."
Scott, who came back to his senses, had an ugly expression on his face.
"So, what's the matter?" Rimbaud asked again.
"These two coordinates..."
Scott looked at his own notes on the parchment.
"Actually, I already have one."
"What?" Rimbaud looked up in astonishment.
"Remember, [Leth's Map] and [Sailor's Astrolabe]."
Scott spoke with some difficulty.
"The two coordinates I calculated just now, one coincides with the coordinates I got from the [Marinist's Astrolabe], and the other coordinates also happen to be on Antarctica in the [Race Map]."
"What do you mean?" Rimbaud froze.
"Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Scott reached out and rubbed his temple.
"If it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence."
Although the [Leth Map] came from his great-grandfather, and the [Sailor Astrolabe] was purchased by himself, but he just doesn't want to believe this coincidence.
It may be an intuition.
"If it's not a coincidence, then who arranged all this?"
(End of this chapter)
Summer vacation is coming.
Saying goodbye to friends, Scott went to Madrid, Spain to meet his family as usual.
According to the usual practice, it was still his cousin Ramiro who drove to Barajas Airport to pick him up this afternoon.
All the other relatives gathered to welcome him home.
Of course, a warm hug from Emilia, full of motherly love, was indispensable when they met.
"My son, our time to see you is running out!"
She complained with red eyes.
"Maybe your father and I should have had one more child."
"Sorry, Mom."
Scott looked at Emilia with some guilt.
Even he felt that perhaps having more than one younger brother or younger sister would be better.
"Oh, Aunt Millie!"
Ramiro on the side enliven the atmosphere with funny expressions.
"Don't forget me when you see Scott, I come to see you often."
Michael also smiled and said, "Oh, Millie, it's not too late if you want to have another one."
"Dad is right." Scott quickly agreed.
When the topic was brought up, others jumped in immediately.
Aunt Flora said that she had long felt that Emilia and Michael had only one child or too few.
"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 brat and raise him!"
Michael came over and took her hand in time.
"Scott has grown up and is almost independent, so let him live the life he wants."
As he spoke, he took her hand to his lips and kissed her finger.
"Don't worry about this kid, and 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 moved.
"You're right, I love you too."
With that said, the two hugged each other as if no one else was around.
Scott looked at this scene with a smile and applauded directly.
Influenced by him, others started applauding too.
"A little embarrassing, isn't it?"
Ramiro whispered to Scott.
"It's a good thing it's Aunt Millie and Uncle Mike, if it's my parents doing this..."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Uncle Galle's serious face, stuck out his tongue and pretended to vomit.
Ramiro, who complained, didn't pay attention. What he said was overheard by a few kids from Cousin Ramos's house and Cousin Adelina's house.
Immediately the little ghosts secretly told Aunt Flora.
So everyone laughed and enjoyed the scene where Cousin Ramiro was pinched by Aunt Flora's ear.
A few little ghosts laughed especially loudly.
Seeing the smiling faces of his relatives, Scott couldn't help but relax completely, and temporarily put everything else aside.
In the next few days, Scott stayed at home, living a very lazy and comfortable life, or went to watch the ball game with his cousin Ramiro, and went to the beach to participate in the music festival.
He also took the time to chat with 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.
Michael was happy to hear that Scott was going strong.
"So, you now have the power to protect yourself."
He patted Scott on the shoulder happily.
"For me, this is the best news."
After that, Scott also talked about what he wants to do in the future.
For his idea, Michael agreed.
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 ever-changing development of this world better than wizards.
"Internet, satellites, ubiquitous cameras, if things go on like this, wizards may not be able to hide for long."
In this regard, Michael undoubtedly has the same understanding.
"Has it always been a small number of wizards wiping out people's memories with sticks? I suspect they don't even know what to do with the footage."
"That's what I was thinking too," Scott said.
Compared with Michael, he knows how fast technology will develop in the future.
In a few years, everyone will hold a mobile phone 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," he said. "Even if most people want to, there will always be some people who don't."
"I understand."
As an antique dealer who walks in a gray area, Michael knows more than Scott.
"Do what you want."
He patted Scott on the shoulder again.
"Of course I don't want a war between wizards and ordinary people to break out. Millie and I are ordinary people, you are a wizard, and your future child is likely to be a wizard, isn't it?"
Scott nodded.
He reached out to hold the [Eye of Odin] pendant on his chest.
"Moreover, I already have an absolutely safe retreat."
He winked at Michael.
"If nothing can be done, our family can hide inside, and no one can find us."
"Oh, I don't think so."
Although he had seen the space inside [Odin's Eye] under Scott's leadership, Michael still shook his head directly.
"You'd better keep calm, son, I don't want to live such an isolated life unless it is absolutely necessary."
"I will."
Scott smiled.
Of course.
He doesn't want to live like that unless he has to.
Soon, the time came to September 7.
Today is Scott's 17th birthday.
In the wizarding world, that meant he was of age.
Accompanied by his family, he spent a perfect birthday.
After his birthday, Scott bid farewell to his parents and returned to the UK.
Back at the Oak Lodge in Crowland, Scott first unblocked his name and accepted a bunch of birthday presents.
The next day, he directly activated the Portkey, and together with Rimbaud came to the Sea of Oaks where the druids lived.
After letting Rimbaud go to report, Scott has been waiting in place.
Soon, Savannah and her grandfather ran in the form of wolves and came to him.
"Good morning, Scott."
Savannah, who turned back into a human form, took the initiative to greet Scott.
"good morning."
Scott gave a formal wizard salute to the old druid.
"Mr. Doherty, Savannah."
"Ah."
The old Druid was still not very friendly to him, the layers of wrinkles on his face were tight, and he responded reluctantly.
Scott straightened up, and took out a wooden box from the deformed lizard skin bag hanging on his waist.
"This……"
The old druid immediately changed his face, looking excitedly at the box in his hand.
"This... this is..."
Scott nodded, and directly opened the lid of the wooden box.
A soft golden light appeared.
Both the old Druid and Savannah couldn't help taking a step forward, their eyes fixed on the piece of golden wood.
"That's right...that's right..."
The old druid stretched out his hands tremblingly.
"This is the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] that has long been lost!"
The moment his hands touched the wooden box, he raised his head and glanced at Scott.
Scott smiled, indifferent, and even took the initiative to stuff the wooden box containing the [Heart of the Sacred Tree] into his hand.
"This……"
The old Druid was a little surprised.
Of course Scott knew what he was surprised about.
only……
Perhaps for Druids, [Heart of the Sacred Tree] is an incomparable treasure.
But for Scott, this thing is not some unbeatable treasure.
His goal has always been to open the passage to "Avalon".
"Can you tell me the time?"
he asked directly.
"After saving the holy tree, the time to open the passage."
"time……"
The old Druid hesitated to speak, looking a little embarrassed.
"What's the matter, Mr. Doherty?"
Scott looked at him puzzled.
"It was you who told me that as long as you find [the heart of the holy tree], you can restore the power of the holy tree and open the passage of 'Avalon'."
As he spoke, suspicion appeared in his eyes.
"Are you lying to me?"
"Impolite! Who lied to you!"
The old Druid vehemently denied it.
"What I tell you is the truth!"
Scott raised his eyebrows, "Then why didn't you tell me when the passage can be opened?"
"Because I can't estimate the time either."
The old druid was a little weaker, to be honest.
"There's no precedent for this, so I can't say when it will be ready."
Scott raised his eyebrows higher when he heard this.
"There is no precedent?" He asked unhappily, "Then why do you still conclude that [the heart of the holy tree] can restore the power of the holy tree?"
He suspected that this bad old man was very bad, and tricked himself into being a free coolie to find the lost [Heart of the Sacred Tree] for them.
It may be that Scott's suspicion was too obvious, and the old Druid was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Don't doubt my words! Druids never lie!"
"Who knows?" Scott didn't care. "I've seen it before. Your grandson, Aaron Doherty, is a liar."
"He He……"
The old Druid was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he was panting with anger.
"Sorry, Scott."
Savannah quickly supported the old druid's arm, looking at Scott.
"I'm really sorry about Aaron."
She said anxiously.
"But please believe me, grandfather did not lie to you! [The Heart of the Sacred Tree] will surely restore the full power of the Sacred Tree! Really, please believe me."
"All right……"
Scott looked into her eyes, he could see that Savannah was not lying, so he nodded slowly.
"I believe you."
After all, unlike last summer vacation, he is not so anxious about opening the passage now.
Last year, his strength was insufficient, and he wanted to take advantage of Salazar Slytherin's awakening and enter "Avalon" first to destroy his plan.
But honestly, it's a gamble.
Because he wasn't sure that would be self-defeating.
In case Slytherin is awakened by him, and he has no strength to fight against it, he can only be dumbfounded.
Now that his strength has increased greatly, what he thinks is to open the channel after making all the preparations, and end the prophecy.
This approach sounds more secure.
Thinking of this, Scott stretched out a hand directly.
"Then, the preparations for restoring the power of the sacred tree and opening the channel will be left to you, Savannah."
"Okay...Ok..."
Savannah blushed and held out a hand.
Just a second before they finished high-five, another old hand suddenly stretched out, squeezed Savannah's hand, and high-five Scott.
Snapped.
"Pleasant to work with."
Scott smiled flatly.
"Mr. Doherty."
"Pleasant to work with."
The old druid stared at Scott with hawk eyes.
"Mr Trollope."
Then, he solemnly said: "I swear in the name of nature that the Druid will not break his promise in this matter."
"Ok."
Scott smiled politely.
He took out another cardboard box from the shape-shifting lizard skin bag and handed it to the old druid.
"There is a magic tool that can contact me at any time, as well as its instruction manual. Please accept it. If you have any situation, please contact me directly."
"no problem."
The old druid reached out and took the carton.
Seeing Savannah watching helplessly, Scott took out another cardboard box containing the [Magic Phone] and handed it to her.
Savannah was instantly happy.
And the old druid lost his face again.
"If there is nothing else..." he said pretendingly, "we are going to be busy too, we need to hold a grand sacrifice under the holy tree."
"Then, I'll leave first."
Scott didn't have any further thoughts, so he waved his hand directly.
"Goodbye, Mr. Doherty, Savannah."
As he spoke, he activated the [Silver Snake Necklace] on his left hand, and brought Rimbaud back to the crow's territory.
"The passage of 'Avalon' cannot be opened for the time being, what are you going to do next, Scott?"
Rimbaud asked curiously.
"Going to find the research materials hidden by the [Asgardian] school?"
"of course."
Scott sat at the desk and found the animal skin scroll obtained from the treasure chest in the Temple of Odin.
It records the coordinates of the secret places "Niflheim" and "Jötunheim".
Of course, it's not that direct, but you need to play some word games and add a certain amount of calculations to get the answer.
And Scott has never had time to calculate these two coordinates.
Now, he will start to do this work.
With the help of arithmetic and divination, this kind of word games and calculations can't trouble Scott, and soon he got the answer.
But after seeing the answer, he was stunned.
At the same time, there was a storm in his mind instantly.
"Scott!"
"Scott!"
"Hey!"
"what happened to you?"
Scott was stunned for a long time, so long that Rimbaud noticed it and kept calling his name.
"What's the matter?"
"I can't help but wonder everything now..."
Scott, who came back to his senses, had an ugly expression on his face.
"So, what's the matter?" Rimbaud asked again.
"These two coordinates..."
Scott looked at his own notes on the parchment.
"Actually, I already have one."
"What?" Rimbaud looked up in astonishment.
"Remember, [Leth's Map] and [Sailor's Astrolabe]."
Scott spoke with some difficulty.
"The two coordinates I calculated just now, one coincides with the coordinates I got from the [Marinist's Astrolabe], and the other coordinates also happen to be on Antarctica in the [Race Map]."
"What do you mean?" Rimbaud froze.
"Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Scott reached out and rubbed his temple.
"If it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence."
Although the [Leth Map] came from his great-grandfather, and the [Sailor Astrolabe] was purchased by himself, but he just doesn't want to believe this coincidence.
It may be an intuition.
"If it's not a coincidence, then who arranged all this?"
(End of this chapter)
