Chapter 98 098. Mother Emilia Trollope

After the conversation ended, the father and son closed the door of the antique shop and returned to their home on another street together.

"Scott."

Amelia rushed out of the house and hugged Scott at the gate. She was so frightened that Rambo on his shoulders quickly flapped his wings and flew up.

Amelia has brown-red hair and looks several years younger than Michael.

She looked at Scott with warm brown eyes and said excitedly, "Long time no see, honey, I miss you so much."

"I missed you too, Millie," Scott said with a smile.

He stood still and let his mother rub his head and face.

After that, Amelia pulled him into the house excitedly, "Come in, my dear son, and see the Christmas dinner I specially prepared."

Scott turned around and smiled at Michael, who was ignored.

After entering the warm room, Scott took off his coat and followed Amelia to the kitchen to see the food she prepared——

In addition to the essential roast turkey, there are also roast steak, Christmas cake, Christmas pudding, mulled wine, eggnog...

Facing the dazzling array of food, Scott took the trouble to praise them all, which made Amelia very happy.

Afterwards, she let Scott leave the kitchen contentedly.

In the living room, Michael was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace reading the newspaper.

"Mike, where is Shay?" Scott asked, "Is she okay?"

Michael said without raising his head: "I'll probably be sleeping in your room at this time."

"I deliberately left Shay at home, but you rarely wrote to me." Scott complained casually.

"Your mother doesn't trust the way owls deliver letters." Michael shrugged. "She's afraid that Shay will lose the letter, or it will fly away and find its way back."

"Well, I still can't convince her on this issue."

Scott turned and went upstairs.

"I'll go see her."

He came to the second floor and pushed open his room.

The gray forest owl, which was sleeping on the windowsill, immediately opened its eyes alertly.

"Shay, are you okay?"

Scott walked over and touched its head.

Shay hummed a few times, rubbed his palm perfunctorily, and fell asleep again.

"Okay, okay, you have a good rest first." Scott took back his hand, "You will be busy tonight."

He turned around and closed the door to the room, took off the deformed lizard skin bag around his waist, and took out the bone.

Lying on his back on the bed, Scott held this magical item in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

Although he heard Travers say its name, "Amputated Arm Bone," Scott couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

If it were a human bone, it would seem a bit too small.

As a complete upper arm bone, it's not as long as Scott's hand.

Its color was not old, but instead showed a crystal white color, with runes that he didn't recognize at all densely engraved on its surface.

He decided to give it a try before talking.

Scott sat up, clenched the bones with his hands, and injected some magic.

But he failed to activate the magical item as he wished.

He could feel it refusing to accept his magic.

Is it "bound equipment"?

Scott frowned when he thought of this possibility.

This is the "artifact" he has been waiting for for a long time. With its ability to cut off contracts, he can use magic to his heart's content during the holidays.

However, reality seemed to disappoint him.

Scott tried to increase the magic output again, but the "cut off arm bone" still showed no movement.

It felt in his hands like a Muggle artifact incompatible with magic.

Scott lay on the bed again and closed his eyes.

He began to try to use his method of practicing transfiguration, using magic power to slowly perceive the object.

However, until dinner began, his attempts still seemed to make no progress.

But Scott put it aside for the time being and focused on enjoying dinner with his family.

After the hilarious dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa by the fireplace and chatted.

Amelia looked at Scott with some worry, "Scott, before dinner, Michael told me that you had some minor conflicts with others at school."

"It's okay, Milly." Scott smiled at her, "You know, people from different classes can't stand each other. This is an English characteristic, and wizards are certainly no exception."

"No, I have read the books you bought."

Emilia looked at him disapprovingly.

""Modern History of Magic", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", "Hogwarts: A School History".

After hearing this, Scott knew that he couldn't be fooled.

"I learned that the British magical world was still at war more than ten years ago." Emilia continued.

At this moment, she broke away from the housewife appearance and looked like a professor.

"All along, I thought that just like what the books said, the Dark Lord was defeated...whether it was because of a 'Boy Who Lived'..."

Her tone was a bit disgusting.

Obviously, she didn't understand that wizards relied on the power of a baby to win the war.

"But there is no doubt that the side represented by your principal won the war."

Next, her tone began to sound questioning again.

"I don't understand, as the losing side in the war, those followers of the Dark Lord, those racists, why can't their children still keep a low profile?"

Scott had no choice but to patiently explain to her the current situation in the magical world.

"Things are actually not easy for those pure-blood families," he said.

"Not to mention those who are already in prison, even those who cunningly escape from imprisonment will face round after round of endless searches by the Ministry of Magic."

"But those kids, they are still very arrogant in school." Emilia said with a frown.

"Because they're just kids, and Hogwarts is just a school."

Scott spread his hands.

"Mr. Principal, he always treats all students equally, of course, except for the 'Boy Who Lived'."

He tried to say nice things to reassure Amelia.

"Those students who come from pure-blood families, their elders are well-behaved. As for themselves, if their arrogance crosses the line, the professors will punish them."

Emilia was still very dissatisfied, "They affected you! And you are just an innocent student. No one in our family participated in that damn wizard war!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I can handle it." He smiled and said, "Didn't Michael tell you that I won a seventh-year Slytherin in the duel club event."

"This feels bad, honey."

Amelia held Scott's hand.

"It reminds me of when I was fifteen."

She gave Michael a hard look.

"That year, I watched your father drop out of school and hang out with the bad boys on the street!"

Michael looked up from the newspaper and blinked innocently.

"You're probably in more danger now than he was then, dear."

Amelia looked at Scott worriedly again.

"But I can't say anything... to make you give up..."

She said with some choking.

"I know you love magic."