Norway, Oslo Airport.

There are many morning flights, and a lot of people are coming in and out of the terminal.

Yule could only send David to the entrance of the terminal; his current identity is too sensitive, even in the Muggle world.

Fortunately, David's mother, Mary Rowl, appeared before them just in time.

“Thank God—David!”

“I’m fine, Mom, you don’t need to worry.”

David relaxed with a smile, reassuring his mother while turning back to wave goodbye to his uncle Yule.

Yule smiled and gave a cool gesture to the mother and son before disappearing into the crowd.

“Was the journey smooth?”

Mary was still angry with John, and her mood extended to Yule as well.

However, when it came to her son, although she still wore a tense expression, her tone was filled with concern.

David shook his hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers, saying, “They’re too big.”

“Careless Yule!”

Mary muttered under her breath and then helped her son adjust his clothes until they fit properly. Only then did she gesture toward the terminal and say, “Let’s go; we’re just on time.”

Following his mother into the hall, David didn’t ask anything; there was no need to—it wasn’t the first time this had happened.

It was much the same as a year and a half ago, except this time the school he had dropped out of was Buxbatten, and the ones chasing them were French Aurors.

Counting it, he had dropped out twice already.

In his first year at Buxbatten, he was enjoying the unique climate of the Pyrenees and the noble-style teaching, but then something happened at Christmas.

John stirred up a hornet's nest with the French Ministry of Magic by smuggling three Sphinxes for some snot-nosed Frenchman, and it was exposed.

The French Ministry of Magic didn’t go easy on him, with more than twenty Aurors surrounding their home.

Fortunately, John was always on guard, having walked many night roads, so he didn’t reveal the entire family’s whereabouts.

However, what followed was an arrest warrant from the French Ministry of Magic for all members of the Gin Gallon poaching team.

Of course, this did not include Mary and her son.

But along with John, his brother Yule, his sister Susan, and his brother-in-law Charles all had to flee overnight.

What could Mary do? She had made the alchemical bombs and traps and could only leave the home they had lived in for six years with her husband and son.

John felt guilty and promised he would never do anything at home again.

So, when the second half of the first year began, David was studying at Durmstrang, further north in France.

Until this summer, it was already the second semester of David's second academic year.

He really thought he would graduate smoothly here; in fact, he even had a girlfriend lined up.

Speaking of which, this couldn’t be blamed on John; he really hadn’t done anything in Sweden during this year and a half.

But who could blame the Romanian Ministry of Magic for reaching a cooperative agreement with the Swedish Ministry of Magic and neighboring countries regarding Aurors?

Really!

John hadn’t done anything wrong at home, not even a bit, in front of the Swedish Ministry of Magic.

But he hadn’t spared any Nordic country or region!

It’s truly the case that a rabbit doesn’t eat the grass near its nest, but he had completely grazed the entire prairie, leaving only a clump of grass right in front of the rabbit's nest, which was too conspicuous.

Let’s put it this way: if the Swedish Ministry of Magic doesn’t catch him, it would be equivalent to publicly admitting to harboring him.

In any case, they couldn’t stay in Sweden, and David was also worried about where he would go for his third year.

Hogwarts?

Ilvermorny?

Castelobruxo?

Koldovstoretz?

He couldn’t seriously be expected to go through every school!

Would he really have to complete his studies in a piecemeal fashion?

John wouldn’t do something so terrible to his son, would he?

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International boarding, VIP waiting area.

The airport announcement had already called for boarding, and just as David was about to stand up, he noticed a few people in old-fashioned suits walking toward him.

He recognized one of them; it was that Swedish Auror, Fischer.

He truly was a persistent ghost, able to chase them from Sweden all the way to Norway, confirming the location of the mother and son.

David knew that it was possible his movements had been leaked, which led the other party to pursue them.

The Ministry of Magic always had a benevolent protection for young wizards, but this “protection” felt to him like unreasonable surveillance.

What kind of outrageous things could a young wizard do?

Clearly, the other side had also spotted him, as Fischer said a few words to his colleague and then walked straight over.

Mary didn’t need to look back to know that they were in a desperate situation, but she still tried to stay calm, showing no signs of panic.

“Excuse me, ma’am, Norwegian Ministry of Magic Aurors.”

A man as burly as a bear stood beside Fischer and introduced himself as he approached the mother and son.

He first glanced at David, confirming the target from Fischer's gaze, and then turned to Mary, saying, “Please come with us.”

Mary calmly glanced at them and then looked out the glass window, saying, “I’m not going anywhere; I need to catch my flight home.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, ma’am.”

The Norwegian Auror was polite but firm: “You need to cooperate with our investigation.”

“On what grounds?”

Mary asked scornfully, “Or do you have a warrant for my arrest from the Norwegian Ministry of Magic?”

She pulled out a document and two plane tickets from her handbag, looking quite formal as she said to the two men, “I have completed the procedures for international travel; no one has the right to interfere with my freedom of movement without reason.”

Perhaps because her voice was loud enough, or perhaps the conflict here caught the attention of the staff, who were now looking over and ready to intervene at any moment.

Fischer gritted his teeth, seeing that his Norwegian colleague had retreated and couldn’t take down Mary. He could only nod slowly and say, “The child is innocent; parents shouldn’t act like this.”

He straightened his trousers and sat down beside David, speaking to Mary across David, “Have you thought about the consequences of how dangerous this child just was?”

Mary ignored his rambling, turned to look at her son, and held his hand.

David glanced at his mother and then at Fischer, feeling that Fischer’s flailing and theatrics were somewhat ridiculous.

Fischer seemed to realize he was wasting his breath and had to retract his hypocritical act, adopting a different demeanor.

“I think answering a few questions for us won’t ruin your mood for traveling, will it?”

He squinted at the unmoving Mary, opened his notebook, and said with an undertone of threat, “Ma’am, you wouldn’t want to do this in front of your child…”

“Are you threatening us?”

David suddenly interrupted, “Or are you using your identity as an Auror to intimidate us?”

His voice was slightly immature, but his tone was incredibly firm: “I think using a child to threaten a mother is shameful behavior in any country or region!”

“And!”

David narrowed his eyes, questioning Fischer, “Perhaps the Swedish Aurors have always acted this way—dirty and despicable!”