The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He certainly has absolutely nothing to do with being a good boy or anything like that.

After the car entered the road, Ramiro let out a strange cry and began to accelerate again.

Before long, they arrived at another residential area and stopped in front of a white villa.

This villa is relatively small, with a more avant-garde architectural style, and the most eye-catching feature is the spacious swimming pool next to it.

At this time, the villa was brightly lit inside and out, and many young people had gathered by the swimming pool.

Ramiro and Scott got out of the car, immediately attracting the attention of the young people.

"Ramiro! You're only arriving now!"

A young man, about the same height as Ramiro, ran over.

He nudged Ramiro with his shoulder. "You invited us to the party, didn't you? The host isn't here, so we can't let loose too much."

“Sorry, Thomas,” Ramiro nudged the young man, “the party is officially starting now!”

He beckoned Scott to join him in the crowd and introduced him to his friends.

"British?"

"Oh, you're British."

These are the two questions Scott answered most often.

As Ramiro said, there were many of Scott's peers at the party, and Scott quickly joined them in conversation.

Of course, he spent most of his time answering questions from these Spanish high school students who were curious about Britain.

Ramiro and his friends were having an even wilder time. Loud music was playing by the pool, and the men and women were dancing wildly. Many of them had already gone into the water.

Scott glanced over there; Ramiro was holding a bottle of liquor in one hand, drinking and dancing.

This cousin had already taken off his shirt to show off his muscles and was dancing passionately with two hot girls.

“Thomas and Ramiro are both very popular,” a bespectacled boy next to Scott said enviously. “Girls all like muscular boys.”

As he spoke, he glanced at his thin, bony arms and sighed.

His name is Louis, and he is Thomas's younger brother.

Clearly, he thought that Scott, who looked somewhat refined, was one of his kind.

“Who said that?” The blonde girl next to Louis pushed past him.

She smiled warmly at Scott and said, "Hello, Scott."

“Hello, Benita,” Scott smiled back.

Sixteen-year-old Benita has a very different air about her than the girls at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts doesn't have girls who wear makeup and have a precocious charm.

Benita is clearly a girl who is very aware of her own charm.

She approached Scott with a clear purpose, spoke to him openly, and gradually closed the distance between them that had initially been unfamiliar.

This process was entirely led by Benita.

Scott was fully aware of this process, but he didn't intentionally disrupt it.

He spoke to the girl from a peculiar perspective, half-observant and half-involved.

"So, you're going back to England after summer vacation?" Benita looked at Scott with a regretful expression.

Scott nodded. “That’s right, I have to finish my studies in England.”

"That's not bad either."

Benita chuckled a few times, then suddenly moved closer to Scott again.

The girl whispered in Scott's ear, "So Scott, how about we have a summer-only romance?"

At this moment, Louis, who was standing to the side, stared wide-eyed at Scott with envy.

"Summer break only?" Scott laughed.

That sounds nice, but it's just for fun.

“Yeah, it’s a summer-only relationship.” Benita looked at him with a grin. “Although I wouldn’t mind having a long-term relationship with you, it’s just that you’re going back to England after summer vacation.”

She complained in a soft, coquettish voice.

"I don't want to have a boyfriend I can't see for a long time. But having a wonderful romantic experience during the summer vacation is also nice, isn't it?"

“You’re decisive, Benita,” Scott said meaningfully.

“Of course, I’ll actively pursue what I want.” Benita proudly raised her head.

She leaned close to Scott's ear and said, "I've never met a boy like you before. You seem dangerous and mysterious. I like your asceticism."

As she spoke, she playfully touched Scott's face with her hand.

Scott was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to grab her hand.

He looked into Benita's eyes and asked with a smile, "Benita, why do you think I look somewhat dangerous?"

“I don’t know, maybe it’s just intuition.” Benita looked up into his eyes, somewhat lost in thought. “Although I don’t know why I have this intuition, I trust my intuition.”

Scott narrowed his eyes. He sensed that the girl was just a Muggle, but her intuition might be surprisingly accurate.

Seeing that Scott remained silent, Benita simply tugged at his hand.

"Shouldn't you give me an answer, boy?"

She winked playfully.

"If you can't give me a straight answer, you'll disappoint me."

Chapter 245 After the Party

Scott looked into Benita's eyes again.

Although the charming girl in front of him had invited him to have a "summer-limited romance," Scott could tell that she wasn't really sincere.

Scott guessed that the girl was probably attracted to him.

But he still answered, "Okay."

Because his mindset was similar to hers.

They were both eager to try their luck, and since they had agreed on a time to end the encounter and there was no further entanglement afterward, what were they waiting for?

“Really?” Benita laughed, squeezed his hand and shook it.

“Of course it’s true.” Scott smiled too.

"Gosh!"

Scott heard Louis swear at him.

At that moment, the boy was looking at the two of them in disbelief.

The boy and girl smiled at each other, an ambiguous atmosphere surrounding them; what he saw seemed to be an enviable scene.

Scott looked up and smiled at him, while Louis looked utterly devastated, his eyes practically overflowing with envy.

But Louise didn't know that Scott and Benita were only playing the game and didn't have much sincerity in their relationship.

However, Scott also understood that for young boys, sincerity was not important.

Being able to win the favor of a pretty girl is something to brag about.

By this time, more and more eyes were being cast at Scott and Benita, but the two of them seemed completely unconcerned about these gazes.

They walked hand in hand, oblivious to everyone else, to a rest area set up on the other side of the villa and sat down.

While sipping low-alcohol beverages, they began their second round of heart-to-heart talk.

This time, Benita cleverly and decisively relinquished the initiative, and Scott, tacitly, began to take the lead in their conversation.

He had learned about the girl's basic situation during their conversation.

Benita's last name is Hernandez. She is 16 years old and has just graduated from junior high school in Spain, as junior high school is a four-year program.

Her sister, Irene, was Ramiro's college classmate.

Scott didn't ask about much else; he simply learned more about the girl's personality during their subsequent conversation.

Overall, the two enjoyed the conversation. With both of them being attentive to each other, the distance between them diminished somewhat.

Before we knew it, it was past 10 p.m., and the partygoers began to leave one after another.

"Benita!"

“Irene is calling me.” Benita pointed to her sister waving in the distance. “I think the car to pick me up has arrived.”

She kept looking Scott in the eye as she spoke.

Scott nodded.

Benita leaned close to Scott's ear again and whispered, "Thank you, Scott. I had a great time tonight. Remember to call me tomorrow."

Then, she gave Scott a light kiss on the cheek, smiled brightly, and decisively left.

Scott watched the girl leave, her skirt billowing in the wind.

Not long after Benita left, Ramiro, slightly drunk, found Scott.

"Not bad, Scott, I saw it all!" He reached out and hugged Scott tightly around the neck. "You're a true cousin of mine, Ramiro's!"

The strong smell of alcohol and sweat hit Scott, making him feel nauseous. He quickly pushed his drunken cousin away.

“That girl… is Irene’s sister. Irene told me… It seems you’re quite popular… That puts my mind at ease… I was worried you were too reserved… or inexperienced and afraid to talk to girls…”

Ramiro babbled on and on with a thick tongue.

"But it's still a pity..." he said with a grin, "That girl's family has a curfew... Irene said she has to take her sister back... otherwise..."

As he spoke of these things, he grinned broadly and winked at Scott.

Scott ignored his drunken ramblings.

He glanced at the girl standing on the other side, clearly waiting for Ramiro, then turned to him and asked, "Ramiro, where am I sleeping tonight? Can you call a car to take me home?"