The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

This was obviously because they knew that Scott and Damocles Belby had traded the recipe for the mana-boosting potion.

"Scott, my father wants to meet with you."

The day before the Christmas holidays, Milton suddenly said to Scott.

“No problem,” Scott agreed. “Where is the location?”

Milton said, "My apartment in London."

Scott nodded. "I'll go back with you."

After the Christmas holidays, Scott and his friends took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross Station in London.

Afterwards, he said goodbye to the others and returned with Milton to his apartment in London.

This is an old-fashioned apartment building with red exterior walls. Although it looks a bit old, it is clean and beautiful.

They walked into the lobby under the watchful eye of the apartment manager.

The apartment building had no elevator, so they climbed the stairs to the fifth floor.

"This is...this is the place."

Milton stood outside room number "502" and took the key out of his pocket.

Scott noticed that his tone was somewhat agitated, and his hand holding the keys was trembling slightly.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I am fine."

Milton shook his head, took a deep breath, inserted the key into the lock, and turned the doorknob.

"Please come in..."

He stopped mid-sentence, standing still, and the key in his hand fell to the floor with a "clatter".

Scott peeked out.

When he saw Mr. Grevis sitting on the sofa with a lady dressed in a black robe and wearing a hood, he understood what was going on.

"Let's go inside first."

He gently nudged Milton's back, went into the room, closed the door behind him, and quickly drew his wand to cast several spells.

At this moment, Mr. Grevis and the lady next to him, whose face was covered, also stood up from the sofa.

The woman was trembling all over. She took a step forward, then hesitated and stopped.

Milton stared at her, biting his lower lip tightly, without saying a word or making any move.

"You've arrived."

Mr. Grevis broke the silence by speaking first.

The moment he spoke, the woman raised her hand and lifted her hood, revealing a haggard face.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes, similar to Milton's.

At this moment, her eyes were fixed on Milton, and she could see no one else. Her bloodless lips trembled, but she could not utter a word.

"Father, Mother."

Milton’s barely audible voice rang out.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Scott could tell he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

His expression was somewhat numb, as if he didn't know how to react.

Milton!

Milton's mother finally rushed over and hugged him tightly with open arms.

"sorry."

Tears streamed down her face.

"Sorry……"

She kept apologizing, as if she didn't know what else to say besides "I'm sorry".

Milton's expression remained somewhat blank, as if he was still out of the loop.

He blinked, and his eyes reddened.

"No need to apologize," he said softly. "I'm fine."

"Do not……"

Milton's mother shook her head repeatedly upon hearing this, choking up and unable to speak.

Scott glanced at Mr. Grevis, who was still standing in the same spot.

Mr. Grevis gestured for him to leave first.

Scott nodded and left the living room for the study.

"Please sit down."

Mr. Grevis's voice was a little hoarse.

Scott glanced at the deep crease between his brows and sat down on the single sofa by the window.

Mr. Grevis rubbed his temples and sat down on another sofa across the small round table.

"I'm sorry to have made you come at this time," he said apologetically.

Scott shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Mr. Grevis was silent for a moment before speaking, “In the eyes of you Milton’s friends, I must not be a good father.”

Scott gave an awkward laugh, without denying it.

Mr. Grevis added, "I am indeed an incompetent man, and because of my incompetence, I have caused harm to my wife and children."

Scott was even more embarrassed.

He didn't understand why this man wanted to talk to him about the failures of middle-aged men.

Fortunately, Mr. Grevis's loss of composure was only temporary, and he quickly regained his composure.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you this."

He gave a wry smile.

"You're still a child yourself."

Scott remained awkwardly silent.

"cough."

Mr. Grevis coughed lightly.

"I called you here today because there are some things that can only be explained face to face."

“I originally intended to contact Dumbledore, but he said that this matter could be left to you.”

“I am familiar with your story, Scott, so I have no objection to it.”

Hearing this, Scott perked up.

"If it's news about Medea, please let me know, as it concerns me greatly."

Chapter 546 Heading to the Ministry of Magic

"Medea Slytherin has awakened."

Mr. Grevis spoke in a statement of fact.

Scott nodded, showing no surprise.

He asked, "Do you know where she is now, and what she's doing?"

“I don’t know where she is, but I know what she wants to do.”

Mr. Grevis looked down at the surface of the small round table, his tone heavy.

"This is related to a magical item in the Grevis family's collection."

Scott recalled the messages he had overheard.

Medea arranged for Madame Zabini to marry Mr. Grevis in order to obtain something from the Grevis family.

"Logically speaking, you should be under surveillance."

Scott looked up at Mr. Grevis.

"But you always kept Milton's mother by your side."

"I had to do it."

Mr. Grevis gave another wry smile.

“If I don’t keep her with me, she might be in danger.”

Scott still found it somewhat difficult to understand.

It wasn't that he looked down on Mr. Grevis.

But can he really protect Milton's mother all by himself?

It would be better to send them far away abroad.

Mr. Grevis seemed to know what Scott was thinking.

He explained, "This is all the result of my feigned cleverness."

Next, he recounted the whole story, starting from before his marriage to Mrs. Zabini.

From the moment he met Mrs. Zabini, Mr. Grevis remained vigilant.

After all, she was the famous "Black Widow" in the British wizarding world.

But he couldn't figure it out.