Chapter 90 090. Milton's Choice Shadow
Because he didn't want to disturb Roger's date, Scott didn't have the chance to tell him about Mill until Roger returned to the dormitory that night.
"I thought it was the limit for her to stare at you during school classes and meals!"
Eddie was even more surprised than Roger and he had just heard about it.
"You didn't make it clear when you broke up with her?" Scott thought this was a bit strange.
Roger has always handled this aspect very well, and even though they broke up frequently, he didn't cause any trouble.
I don’t know why this semester started to overturn.
Roger was also confused about this matter. He said hesitantly, "Maybe I should have a good talk with her?"
"Maybe?"
The topic of how to appease an ex-girlfriend is too profound for Scott to give any good advice.
Anyway, this topic ends here.
Because Milton stood up and he wanted to tell them something.
"...Scott has noticed something abnormal about me, right?" he said.
Scott leaned on the head of the bed and said, "If you say so, it is true."
So Roger and Eddie both looked at him curiously.
"I only want to say one thing." Scott said softly, "How long has it been since you composed music and how long has it been since you played the cello, Milton."
Milton lowered his eyelids, "I haven't composed music for almost two months. As for the cello, I haven't played it for half a month."
"What?"
Roger and Eddie looked at Milton in shock again.
“I think you’re running out of ideas or feeling tired, and I sometimes don’t want to pick up a paintbrush for a long time,” Scott said.
"No, I lost her." Milton showed that complicated smile again.
"lose?"
Scott was shocked too.
He sat up from the bed and asked, "What do you mean?"
Milton still smiled and said: "Literally, I lost my inspiration and talent related to music."
"How could that happen?" Scott felt puzzled.
"It has something to do with that music." Milton said faintly.
He turned around and walked to the window, looking out at the falling snow.
"Isn't that thing over?" Eddie couldn't help but ask.
"It's over for most people." Milton turned around, "Because after that, I'm the only one who can hear that music."
Roger also said in disbelief: "But Professor Flitwick said..."
"I was indeed not harmed." Milton affirmed, "Just like the professor said, it was a trade-off and a choice for me."
"Choice? Choice? So you gave up music?" Scott thought this was incredible.
"Yes, I traded her for magic," Milton said.
At this time, he seemed very calm.
"what are you saying?"
Eddie looked at Milton as if he were a stranger.
Of course, the same goes for Scott and Roger.
They all knew how much Milton loved music! Definitely more passionate than magic!
And, trading musical talent for magic?
How could such a thing be done?
In short, now their minds are full of doubts.
"I don't know how," Milton said, "but it just happened."
He looked at Scott, "You sensed it, didn't you, Scott? My magic power began to grow rapidly."
"I thought it was puberty growing up."
Scott looked at him worriedly.
"What happened, Milton?" he asked. "Why did you make the choice you did?"
"I just don't want to go on like this anymore."
Milton's face was very pale, but his eyes were firm.
"If my magic talent is better, many people will be happier because of it."
Scott opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
He wanted to say that Milton himself would be unhappy.
But he guessed Milton's choice had something to do with his family.
He is not Milton and has no idea of his situation.
Even if I knew his situation, I couldn't relate to him.
Who is there to question his choice?
Roger and Eddie were also very conflicted, but like Scott, they didn't say much after all.
The atmosphere in the dormitory finally became a little depressed.
But Milton, who is usually the most sentimental, took the lead in getting out of his emotions.
"This is my choice, friends," he said. "You just need your blessing."
In the next few days, Scott became more and more aware of the changes in Milton's magic power.
Such growth is almost no less than experiencing a magic riot.
The vast majority of wizards will never have such an experience again after enrolling.
This also made Scott more and more curious about the vow of the "deal" with Milton.
Such a thing directly exceeded his original imagination.
Talent, inspiration, such ethereal, insubstantial, conceptual things can also be operated?
Moreover, Milton did not tell the specific process of the "transaction". It seemed that he was restricted by the oath and could not speak out.
This gave Scott a new understanding of magic.
But he still didn't make up his mind to explore this matter.
No time to explore.
The first semester of his fourth year is finally over.
On the day of the holiday, Scott put all his luggage into the deformed lizard skin bag and left the dormitory relaxedly.
Rumple, as a pet, still stood on his shoulder.
He met Jacob, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book in the common room.
"Jacob, you're not going back?" he asked casually.
"I can't bring some messy things home anymore." Jacob looked up at him, "You have to be careful, Scott."
"..."
Scott's joy of returning home was suddenly overshadowed.
He understood that Jacob was talking about Jasmine Travers once sending a house elf to follow him to find his home.
He was reminding Scott to be careful to bring "messy things" home.
This made Scott alert immediately.
Because Jacob's reminder was not without reason.
"I hope you are not a crow's mouth." He said to Jacob unhappily.
He was a little annoyed that he was immersed in the joy of going back and didn't think of this level.
He didn't sign the list of students staying at school, and he had already written back to tell his parents the date of returning home. Now he couldn't regret it anymore.
He could only leave Hogwarts as planned.
Scott narrowed his eyes.
I hope no one is so blind as to disturb my vacation.
After saying goodbye to Jacob, Scott and his roommates left the castle together and took a carriage outside the main gate of the college to the Hogsmeade village platform.
After boarding the train, Roger went to find his girlfriend.
Scott, Milton and Eddie sat in the compartment and talked about how they would spend their Christmas vacation.
Everyone looked very happy.
Not long after, Roger came back again.
He shrugged at them, "She is talking to a few girls and asked me not to disturb her girlfriend time."
Scott and the others laughed at him a few words and then continued their conversation.
The train started soon.
Scott looked at the passing scenery outside the window and his mood slowly calmed down.
There was no use being upset.
It was just a matter of fighting back.
At this time, the roommates began to talk about how to go home after arriving in London.
Eddie's home was in London, and Roger and Milton's wizard father would come to pick them up.
Only Scott had to transfer to the train to the south alone.
"You're going to Charing Cross Station?" Eddie said, "You can take my car, I'll ask Dad to take you there. In fact, you can try taking the Knight Bus back..."
"Shh."
Scott suddenly made a silent gesture.
The compartment immediately became quiet.
Scott suddenly stood up and opened the door of the compartment.
He looked coldly at Mill, who was standing outside the door at a loss, "You didn't just happen to pass by, did you? Miss Mill."
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