The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He had just noticed that several couples had gone into the villa's rooms during the party.

Putting aside the question of whether there are enough rooms, even if those rooms that those people just used are now empty, he wouldn't dare to stay in them.

"Oh! Don't worry!" Ramiro patted Scott on the shoulder. "I've already made a call, the car will be here soon, you can wait at the door."

After saying that, he stood up, waved his hand, and stumbled to the girl who was waiting for him. He then put his arm around her waist and entered the villa.

This cousin is fairly reliable.

Scott raised an eyebrow and walked to the villa entrance.

Around 11 o'clock, Scott returned home.

At that moment, Michael and Emilia were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Scott!"

Emilia stood up in surprise when she saw Scott enter.

She picked up the remote and turned off the TV, ignoring Michael's disapproving look, and hurriedly ran to Scott to examine him.

"What's wrong, Millie?" Scott asked her, puzzled.

"Oh...oh, it's nothing."

Emilia seemed to be trying to change the subject. She pulled Scott to sit down on the sofa, but couldn't help looking him over.

"You..." she hesitated, "What do you think of the party Ramiro organized?"

"not bad."

Scott responded, picked up a bottle of purified water from the coffee table, opened it, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"Then... then why did you come back so early?" Emilia asked cautiously.

"Huh?" Scott finally understood what she meant and was both amused and exasperated.

“Millie thought you weren’t coming home today,” Michael said with a laugh, patting Scott on the head. “Looks like you disappointed your mother, son.”

Scott shrugged.

“Impossible, how could my Scott be unpopular?” Emilia leaned back on the sofa, looking like she had suffered a major blow.

"..."

Scott was somewhat speechless.

"Maybe there weren't any girls Scott liked at the party?" Michael said hesitantly, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"So that's how it is!" Emilia's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and sat up immediately. "I knew it!"

Scott nearly spat out the water in his mouth.

Emilia turned to look at him and said earnestly, "Scott, maybe you want to marry a witch... but if it's just about dating, an ordinary girl is fine too."

“I didn’t think that way, and I don’t look down on ordinary girls, Mom,” Scott had to explain.

To avoid further trouble from Amelia, he told the truth: "Actually, I had a very pleasant conversation with a girl named Benita tonight, but she has already gone home, so I came back too."

"real!"

Emilia smiled immediately.

“Benita, what a beautiful name…”

She muttered a couple of things, then suddenly stared intently at Scott and asked, "So...did she leave you her phone number when she left?"

Scott nodded firmly, looking helpless.

"Well done, you're a worthy son of mine, Emilia!" Emilia hugged Scott, smiling proudly.

Scott felt that she truly deserved to be Ramiro's aunt.

Chapter 246 The First Date

The next day, Scott called Davis's house after dinner.

"Hello."

After the call was connected, a woman's voice answered.

“Hello, Mrs. Davis, this is Scott, Roger’s classmate,” Scott said into the phone.

Soon after, Mrs. Davis's voice came through the phone, calling out to Roger, "Roger! Your classmate is calling, it's a boy named Scott!"

"I'm here, Mom!"

Roger's response was also very loud, and Scott on the other end of the phone could hear it clearly.

“Scott?” Roger answered the phone quickly. “I just got up.”

“Good morning, Roger,” Scott said. “I remember your family subscribes to the Daily Prophet?”

“Yes, I was just reading today’s newspaper!” Roger said.

"Is there any news about Peter Pettigrew in the newspapers?" Scott asked directly.

Roger laughed, "Haha, I knew that's what you wanted to ask!"

“Looks like it’s there.” Scott smiled too.

“Yes! Because of Peter Pettigrew’s appearance, the Ministry of Magic announced that it would reopen the case of a Death Eater named Black!” Roger recounted the news from the newspaper. “It is said that there are still doubts about the facts of Black’s crimes.”

"Does it need to be retried?" Scott knew what was going on.

It seems Dumbledore has already started to exert his influence.

"Looks like you're really interested in this incident," Roger joked.

“That’s true, after all, I figured out Peter Pettigrew’s Animagus,” Scott said. “If there’s any news about the retrial, please call me here.”

“No problem,” Roger readily agreed.

He continued enthusiastically, "This is already the most sensational news in the British magical world."

"Black was thrown into Azkaban without trial, orchestrated by then-Chief of Law Enforcement, Batty Crouch, who was Fudge's political enemy."

Then, he lowered his voice.

“My dad said that Crouch’s son lost the election for minister because he was a Death Eater, and he is now the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.”

Scott chimed in, "Fudge is likely to use the Black affair to further damage Crouch's reputation."

“That’s how it is,” Roger said. “But if Blake really was wronged, Fudge did a good thing, didn’t he?”

Scott agreed.

But at the same time, he also knew that Fudge wouldn't do this on his own initiative, because there must be a reason why Dumbledore and the others had worked hard to make it happen.

Then, Scott asked Milton about his situation, and the two chatted about their respective summer vacations.

Scott felt much relieved after ending the call.

His choice to expose Pettigrew was also an attempt to disrupt the development of the "original story".

He didn't want to spend the entire next school year facing those Dementors.

In the original story, Pettigrew's escape was partly due to coincidence. The main reason was that Lupin forgot to drink the wolfsbane potion and suddenly transformed into a werewolf, which gave Pettigrew an opportunity to escape.

With Dumbledore and Snape keeping an eye on things this time, such a slip-up shouldn't happen.

"Scott."

At that moment, Emilia walked over.

"What's wrong?" Scott turned around.

"Oh...it's nothing."

Emilia glanced at the phone in front of Scott, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Were you just calling that girl... Benita?"

Scott shook his head. "I just called Roger to ask about things in England."

"So when are you going to call Benita?" Emilia blurted out. "Honey, you're a boy, you should take the initiative."

“I know, I was just about to call, Mom,” Scott replied helplessly.

"Very well, then I won't bother you any longer!" Emilia said with a relieved smile, then turned and left.

Scott smiled and dialed the phone number Benita had given him.

The call connected, and Benita's voice came through, "Hello, this is Benita."

“Hello, Benita,” Scott said.

“I knew it was you, Scott,” Benita said with a smile. “I’ve been waiting for your call!”

Scott and Benita arranged a meeting time over the phone.

Just as Scott was about to call a taxi to go out, the elusive Emilia reappeared.

"No need to call a car, honey. I've already arranged a car and driver for you. Your uncle sent them."

She handed Scott a bouquet of bright red roses.

"Remember to bring roses; give them to Benita when you meet her."

"..."

Scott reluctantly accepted the roses and, in a car sponsored by his Uncle Caleb, went to Hernandez's house to pick up Benita.

The girl wore a long red dress today, but her makeup was much lighter than the night before.

She casually tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear and smiled generously at Scott. "How do I look?"

“It’s beautiful,” Scott complimented, handing her the bouquet of roses. “Your dress is even more beautiful than the roses.”

Benita looked delighted and picked up the bouquet with both hands.

"Thank you." She leaned in and kissed Scott on the cheek. "You look very handsome today."

Scott smiled and pulled her into the back seat of the car.

Since Scott was completely unfamiliar with Madrid, he let Benita choose the location for their date.

The girl didn't hesitate and quickly made up her mind.