I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Old friends you haven't seen for many years will always be endlessly chatting, especially if a friend you thought was dead suddenly "resurrects" in front of you, which will arouse everyone's warm inquiries.

This chat was of no importance and continued until seven or eight o'clock in the evening. When Solanlian complained that she was hungry, everyone noticed that the sun was about to set.

In summer, especially in high latitude areas like the Scottish Highlands, it is normal operation at seven or eight o'clock in the dark.

There was no time to make dinner, after all, we were talking now, Aunt Molly was too clever to make a meal without rice, and Sirius didn't bring that annoying house elf Kreacher with him, but Louis said there was no need to worry, he had already prepared.

Taking his family and friends to the restaurant on the first floor, Louis solemnly introduced the self-heating hot pot to them.

He unpacked the hot pot - it was all treated with Chromie, and there was no text on it, not even a tutorial. But don’t worry, at least Louis has eaten it before and is quite familiar with it.

After unpacking the meat and vegetable buns and pouring them into the box, as well as the hot pot base ingredients, Louis added cold water to the two layers - embarrassingly, because he hadn't used it for a long time, he actually forgot to put the heating packet, but Emma reminded him. , then I remembered to take apart the heating pack and throw it into the bottom layer.

Everyone was in awe watching the white steam coming out of the air holes on the lid.

"Have Muggles' food advanced to this level?" Mr. Weasley showed an awe-inspiring expression, looking back at the still steaming hot pot, looking quite eager to try it.

Lewis took out a bunch of small hot pots and distributed them to everyone one by one: "There are tomato-flavored ones and spicy ones. If you don't like spicy food, you can eat tomato ones. Have you remembered the steps clearly?" Everyone nodded, and he waved his hand: "Okay, let's get started."

Emma did not put away the hot pot in front of her, but waved to Louis: "Good son, come with me."

Louis followed her out fearfully. For some reason, he always felt a little guilty when facing his mother.

Walking into the next room, Emma closed the door, hugged her hands, and looked at Louis with a playful look.

"I am your biological mother." Louis raised his hands and gave a French military salute - he was telling the truth.

Emma chuckled: "My son is so skillful in performing the French military salute..."

Lewis had a dark look on his face, you are from Seris, my mother, how could you...how could you be so skilled in breast-feeding?

But having said that, some of the jokes about milk law on the Internet in later generations were also contributed by the Seris people, of course, not as much as the British.

"Okay, don't put on such a face. If you weren't my son, I wouldn't have come to you through the magic spell." Emma patted Louis on the shoulder and smiled slyly, "I only asked you to come here. One thing - do you have any snail noodles? I'm so hungry for this..."

She had a pitiful expression on her face, and it looked like she was really greedy.

"Where were you from in your last life?" Louis asked curiously. He had always guessed that his mother was a time traveler.

"Zheng Msterdam, in this life." Emma shook her head, seeming to see through Louis's thoughts, and chuckled: "I'm not a time traveler, I just read a book called "Harry Potter" It’s just a novel.”

"Then you...?" Louis was shocked, and for a moment he didn't know whether his mother was lying or telling the truth, "Where did you get this novel?"

"Is your mother questioning you? Brat!" Emma narrowed her eyes and quickly recovered: "I once stayed in a parallel world for a period of time when I was ten years old. Well, according to the AD chronology, It should be more than thirty years later...Okay, don't ask this question anymore, you just need to say yes or no!"

Louis opened the door and shouted outside: "Chromie!"

Chromie ran over with his short legs.

"A little bit of snail noodles..." Louis said a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to bother you, my mother is a little greedy for this."

This was the first time that he felt embarrassed towards Chromie. It wasn't that he felt it was troubling Chromie, but that the snail powder was a bit...well, a bit like a biological weapon.

Chromie looked at Louis and then at Emma, ​​showing a somewhat disgusted expression: "Why do you like to eat this?"

Emma said nothing, looking aside with her cheeks a little red.

"Well, there's really nothing we can do against you mother and son." Chromie reached out and took out more than ten bags of snail powder: "I originally planned to keep it back to Azeroth for His Majesty Ysera to smell - give it to Your Majesty Ysera’s food, here, I will give you half of it now.”

"What are you doing for Ysera?" Lewis asked curiously as he took the snail noodles.

Chromie sneezed: "She always likes to sleep. Their group of dream dragons - you know, Tyral, Laythorne, Isenlien and Emeris, all four of them They are my good friends, but they always like to sleep a lot, and sometimes they are eroded by nightmares. I want to try if this thing can make them more energetic."

"I don't know if they are lucky or unlucky to have a friend like you." Louis spread his hands and asked Kristassa to stay here and cook snail noodles for his mother.

Why didn't he take action? That's a good question. The main reason is that Louis dislikes the smell of this stuff and it's hard to explain if someone comes over suddenly.

Chromie didn't stay here either. She ran away again on her short legs.

But unfortunately, Emma grabbed Louis.

Baby, want to run?

"My dear, are you going to leave your dear mother alone like this?" Emma's eyes flashed with an unhappy light, not weird, but very unhappy.

"Okay." Louis had no choice but to take the small electric pot from Christasa's hand and reluctantly began to cook snail noodles for Emma.

"Is this one of your little girlfriends too?" Emma looked at Krisstrasa curiously.

Louis looked at the red-faced dragon maid and said with a smile: "Well, yes."

As a result, the dragon maid squatted on the ground, covering her red face with her hands, and the top of her head began to steam like a small hot pot.

She really didn't expect that as a mount and maid, she could actually get a verbal reputation with Louis. She doesn't expect too much. Ever since she learned about her fate in other timelines, she has been very satisfied with her current life...

Besides, it was impossible not to feel a little moved towards Louis, his savior and master.

"Oh, what a cute little girl." Emma smiled, helped Kristassa up, took her hand and asked: "Tell Auntie, how old are you this year?"

"Thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty-one years old, Auntie." Christasa replied honestly.

Emma:?

When I typed the question mark, it wasn’t that I had a problem, but that I thought you had a problem.

"You little girlfriend, are you..." Emma turned to Louis, raised her finger and pointed at her head.

The extended meaning is whether she has some mental problems.

"She's not a human, mom, she's a dragon." Lewis explained with a smile: "Logically speaking, it's a magical creature, but a very advanced one, at least much more advanced than humans."

"I see, then you'd better stop calling me aunt..." Emma looked at the ten thousand-year-old "little girl" she was holding in her hand with some lingering fear, still unable to adapt to the truth.

Louis spread his hands and started pouring in the sour bamboo shoots.

"It's coming!" he shouted in a deep voice.

Krisstrasa looked up at Louis in confusion, and saw him carefully opening a package, as if he was preparing for some kind of biological and chemical weapon. He squeezed the contents into the pot, and soon, the little smell scratched it. Just came up.

At that moment, she seemed to feel that she had arrived at the Blue Wings habitat.

She has never smelled this kind of smell in more than 10,000 years. Of course, it seems to be the first time. This kind of smell... is not easy to describe. If I have to give an adjective, it is fragrant and smelly. Yes, just one sniff makes me feel a little nostalgic.

Immediately afterwards, there was a gasp, and Christasa almost vomited.

It seems that the dragon's endurance has its limits. At least the red dragon is not sensitive to this smell.

"Well, it seems that you are really not used to this taste." Louis beat his chest to calm down, poured the snail noodles into the bowl, wiped the pot dry with a cleaning spell, and said, "Mom, you are here "Let's eat in this room" and then left the room as if fleeing.

Louis ran back to the restaurant, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily, with a trace of happiness about surviving the disaster.

Even if this thing happened in his previous life, he would still thank Bu Min for it.

People who like snail noodles really like it, but people who can't get used to it are really not used to it even if they smell it.

"What's wrong with you?" Bill, who was facing him, asked curiously. He was sweating profusely and hissing, obviously from the hot pot.

But it didn't slow down his cooking speed at all. After saying this, he picked up a chopstick and sucked the sweet potato starch into his mouth.

"My mother is eating snail noodles next door." Louis said calmly.

"Snail noodles?" Ye Ziyan looked alert: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such a good thing?"

Yes, I am another serious fan of snail noodles - this person probably has eaten it locally.

"Then you go next door. There are still more than a dozen bags, enough for you to eat." Louis pointed to the room next door where Emma was eating.

Ye Ziyan put down the small hot pot that was not yet started, stood up and walked out. Seeing Ye Ziyan's actions, Solanlian also hurriedly put down the hot pot in her hand and followed her out.

After a while, Solanlian came back with a calm expression.

"What's the matter, Sister Leanne? Why don't you go?" Louis asked knowingly.

"Oh, I don't like that kind of powdery food." Solanlian stretched out her hand to pinch Lewis's little face and sat back in her seat.

Sirius saw Solanlian coming back and stood up, ready to go next door to see what Emma was eating.

After a while, Louis heard an earth-shattering "vomit" and a clear cry: "Levicorpus! (Upside Down Golden Bell)"

He spread his hands, and it seemed that after more than ten years, Sirius was enjoying the greetings from his mother.

I just don't know if he misses this upside-down golden clock, but it seems that he doesn't object.

…

After dinner, Louis returned to his bedroom and was about to have a rest with his girlfriends when he saw the door open and Emma's head poked in.

"Ziyan!" she called.

"What's wrong, sister?" Ye Ziyan stopped taking off his clothes and turned around to ask.

"Still calling me sister? Didn't I tell you to call me mother?" Emma had a wicked smile on her face.

Ye Ziyan's movements froze midway, and she turned her head. Knowing Emma's character very well, she knew that she came here just to tease her.

She guessed correctly. Emma said with a smile, "I won't disturb my daughter-in-law anymore." Then she closed the door and returned to Solanlian's room.

"So angry!" Ye Ziyan said with a snort, he was so angry, but there was nothing he could do.

"Okay, okay, are you still acquainted with her?" Louis put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "It's not like you don't know my mother's character. Plus, she's lost half her soul, and she behaves like It’s normal for a child, just bear with it.”

"I'm not angry." Ye Ziyan leaned his head on Lewis's shoulder and whispered: "It's just that it's not good to continue like this. We can't let Sister Yu lose half of her soul..."

"Don't worry, there will be a way before the car reaches the mountain." Louis patted her small waist. At this time, Catherine also changed into a pair of pajamas and sat next to Louis.

"Okay, lie down. We can't rush this kind of thing. After all, we don't know where the other half of her soul is hidden now." Louis turned over and took the two of them to lie on the bed.

"Didn't you ask Chromie or Christasa?" Catherine rubbed Louis' calf with her foot.

Louis sighed: "After asking, Chromie said that she is not in the main world - at least there is no other half of her soul in two thousand years. She guessed that it should be in heaven or hell."

"That's bad." Ye Ziyan whispered: "Angels and demons are both narrow-minded. No matter which party gets Sister Yu's soul, I'm afraid they won't return it to her easily..."

"If you don't give them, kill them." Louis' eyes ignited with bloodthirsty light: "When we get stronger, we will fight to heaven. I will grab Michael by the collar and ask her to take good care of her. The useless brother Lucifer."

Ye Ziyan turned over and sat astride Lewis, pinched his collar, and said hummingly: "I think some people deserve to be disciplined the most... I made so many fools of myself in front of Sister Yu, some People have to bear historical responsibility!"

Who would have thought that as soon as she finished speaking, she felt someone hug her waist, and Catherine's voice came to her ears.

"How can such a thing happen without me? Aunt Liv?"