Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

Sometimes words are not convincing.

"Gululu——!" Suddenly there was a growl from the stomach.

Hermione's face began to turn red and she covered her abdomen with her hands. She was so ashamed and embarrassed to be in this situation in front of the boy.

And he is a boy with good senses.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of pushing open the door of the wand shop and seeing a boy of the same age in front of me. He controlled flames with one hand and lightning with the other, concentrating on smelting two wands.

Beads of sweat slid down the side of his face, his clothes swayed due to the magic fluctuations, and his brows were slightly furrowed. He maintained the smelting process alone when the old man on the other side couldn't hold on.

He looks so handsome seriously!

Even though the other person's presence brought huge pressure to Hermione, it was like a mountain on the way forward, and it was extremely difficult to climb over it.

"I was also busy with the documents the teacher gave me and forgot to eat dinner. Do you want to eat something together?"

Seeing the situation of Professor McGonagall and Hermione, I guessed that neither of them had eaten dinner.

After waiting for the two of them to put on their shoes, Ricardo went directly to the kitchen and began to prepare the food. He took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and placed them on the chopping board.

For three people, four dishes and one soup are enough.

Throw the meat into the oven to defrost, throw the seafood into the sink, take out the clay pot from the cupboard, pour in the rice and water, and put it on the stove to cook.

"Let me help."

Professor McGonagall walked into the kitchen, feeling embarrassed to leave the boy busy alone, but when he actually stepped into the kitchen area, Professor McGonagall didn't know what to do.

I have already forgotten how to cook.

There are house elves, and the food is handled by them. Most wizards don't need to cook the ingredients themselves, and worst of all, there is magic.

With a wave of the magic wand, all the ingredients automatically enter the pot, and a fragrant meal is placed in front of you.

"No, how can a teacher come to a student's home and cook the food himself? Wouldn't that make me, the student, very rude?"

He waved his hand to show no need.

Ricardo reached out and took out the beef cubes from the oven, placed them on the chopping board, and prepared to cut them into shreds.

If it weren't for the residual heat coming out of the oven and the aroma of burnt beef floating in the air, both Professor McGonagall and Hermione would have thought that the beef was at room temperature.

On the surface of the scalding beef, the high-temperature sizzling hot oil is cut into uniform slices by Ricardo's knife, and then the sliced ​​beef is spread out and cut into shreds with the knife.

The process is smooth and smooth, without even a drop of grease. The knife rises and falls smoothly.

Hermione was stunned by this scene, while Professor McGonagall remained silent.

For Hermione, compared to her ten-year-old self, she didn't even dare to touch the knife used to trim apples, and she only saw her mother making food in the kitchen.

Find the recipe, cut it into random pieces, and then throw it into the pot, or put some pieces of meat on the pot and fry it twice, then cook it according to the time in the recipe, and spread the sauce on the edge of the plate to make a dish.

He stared at Ricardo, picked up the oil pot that was thicker than his arm, and poured oil into the pot after it was heated. The golden fat left along the edge of the iron pot and heated up quickly.

“Incorporating magic into your life?”

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Professor McGonagall carefully observed the boy cooking. The flames that should have been used for simple cooking were ignited and activated by ordinary people, but they appeared different in Ricardo's hands.

The temperature rises and makes perfect contact with the vegetables in the wok. It is no longer only the bottom of the pot that is heated, but directly through the outer shell of the wok and in direct contact with the ingredients being stir-fried.

The oil is scalding, and the shredded beef turns ripe brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the green peppers paired with the beef are not burnt or soft due to overheating.

Fire is just the induction point of ability.

Gas, to provide a continuous flame.

The boy who is actually controlling the flame and temperature is the boy making the food. Everything is under control.

"Did Dumbledore mention the magic control?"

"Maybe my worries are unfounded. This child has begun to learn to control his own abilities."

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

But watching the ten-year-old child busy in the kitchen, it is like preparing breakfast skillfully in the morning, and now finishing dinner so naturally.

Looking at other rooms in the house, the lights were all turned off, and Ricardo's mother was not seen.

Cassandra had left, and Mrs. Warley was gone.

With a look of understanding on his face, Professor McGonagall thought of the situation of the pure-blood families. The metal wand came out again after a hundred years, which made these pure-blood families unable to sit still.

First, the Dark Lord Grindelwald launched a wizarding war in Europe and the United States. In order to compete for power and wealth, major families also took out metal wands, and ordinary wizards also set their sights on the wealth of pure-blood families. The two forces fought and plundered wildly.

After the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, pure-blood families faced pressure from the outside world and were unwilling to hand over their metal wands to the Ministry of Magic for management. They chose to destroy them in public. Only some families had metal wands left.

As long as they still control the iron-eating beasts and the inscriptions for making metal wands, the pure-blood family can still suppress the wooden wands of ordinary wizards and dominate the magical world.

Unfortunately, the war in the ordinary human world will come later.

A missile directly blew up the pure-blood family's mine, turning the guarding wizards and the iron-eating beasts into charred residue. The pure-blood family couldn't even resist.

The coup caused by Grindelwald caused pure-blood families to invest too much manpower. Some pure-blood families only had one person left. They could not even protect their territory. They no longer pursued pure-blood marriages and chose to marry Muggle wizards. .

This situation continues the first war and the second war in the world of ordinary people.

The entire Europe was engulfed by the flames of war, and the territories of various pure-blood families were baptized by artillery fire.

It is also because of this long-term suppression that the pure-blood family must find a pure-blood strongman who can use his terrifying power to overthrow the Muggle wizards and control the magical world.

The Dark Lord Voldemort.

It is not his power that makes pure-blood wizards choose to follow him, but because pure-blood wizards have no way out and must emphasize pure-blood sovereignty to the magical world, maintain the dominant position of pure-blood families, and plunder the wealth they once lost.

Driven by these obsessions, all purebloods followed the Dark Lord without hesitation.

Now that the Dark Lord has passed away, pure-blood families have also suffered heavy losses in the crackdown on Death Eaters. The Ministry of Magic is focusing on searching for major pure-blood families.

To this day, Voldemort has been dead for ten years, and the Ministry of Magic is still searching for pure-blood families. Anyway, the current pure-blood families are dying, and some families have entered Azkaban, and their mansions and magic props have been swallowed up by the Ministry of Magic.

The remaining parts were stolen by some ordinary wizards.

It is rare for the Woley family to change the status quo, and everyone will desperately gather next to the Woley family. The down-and-out pure-blood families try to climb high, while the pure-blood families who still have the foundation can contact each other and use the name of the metal wand to obtain The right to speak.

"If this happens, Miss Worley will be sought after by many people. Can she still treat you like a younger brother like she did in the past?"

"Even if Miss Worley really maintains the relationship between sister and brother, and really wants to take that step and become the bond of husband and wife, the pure-blood family will never approve of this."

Worried about Ricardo, I couldn't help but sigh.

The biggest reason why Professor McGonagall chose to teach at Hogwarts instead of serving in the Ministry of Magic or getting involved with her late husband's faction was boredom.

Bored...

As if that wasn't enough...

What it's like to look at a mudblood!

Professor McGonagall views the mutual use between the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families as a mess.

Vomiting!

In comparison, Slytherin's children are all good children. At least they fight very measuredly and like to use small magic to fight. Even if it is to trick others, it is not a particularly bad magic, such as [Upside Down Golden Hook] and [Quick Confinement]. , [Fainted Ground] and other magics that do not cause damage.

Not [Avada Kedavra]!

Professor McGonagall and Hermione waited for a while at the dining table. After a while, the aroma wafted from the kitchen.

As he trotted, Ricardo put four dishes and one soup on the table.

"Sorry, I can only cook Chinese food, and it's not very good. Teacher, don't be offended."

Ricardo placed the dishes and chopsticks before sitting down at the table.

A late dinner still smells like the fireworks of an ordinary family, which is better than eating alone at the table.

"very good already."

Professor McGonagall picked up the wooden spoon and scooped up the peas, corns and shrimps placed in front of her. The fresh and fragrant aroma was fragrant.

The white and rosy shrimps in the mouth are different from the lobsters we usually eat. They don't have a particularly meaty texture, but have a smooth and chewy texture. The fresh taste of seafood also makes the cat's tongue salivate.

"Yeah..." Hermione opened her mouth wide, scooped out a large spoonful of crab rice and stuffed it into her mouth.

It's like the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

“Better than the food I had in Chinese restaurants before!”

He kept eating with a spoon in his right hand, and showed his thumb with his left hand.

Following the wild style of a Scottish girl, without any sense of ladylikeness, Hermione personally felt that she would get along well with this boy.

"Okay, eat slowly."

This beaver…

Ricardo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Looking at this eating speed, it should be that I didn't eat enough at noon, didn't eat snacks in the afternoon, and didn't eat dinner in the evening. I waited until now to eat my own meal.

You can't look at me like that!

"Seriously, the food you cook is so delicious!"

My mouth is blocked and my throat is stuck, but I am still trying to make a sound.

Transforming from a beaver to a hamster, her left and right cheeks were bulging, including her cheeks, which were piled with food. Hermione continued to use a spoon to dig into the food in front of her.

"I have always thought that the food I eat in Chinese restaurants is already delicious, but I didn't expect that the food you cook is even better."

After saying that, Hermione lowered her head and struggled with the food.

Especially if you haven't eaten for a day.

After breakfast, her parents left and Hermione didn't eat breakfast. After a while, Professor McGonagall came.

I was too tired from crying at noon, and the lunch at the Leaky Cauldron was terrible.

Dinner is ready and waiting for the parents to come back. The family can still have a happy meal together as before.

but……

The more she ate the hot food in front of her, the more aggrieved Hermione felt. Her mouth was bulging and tears were falling down.

"Woooooooo..."

As I ate, I cried.

Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall on the side could only put down the spoon, touch the back of Hermione's head, and comfort the little girl.

This is a transitional period, a transitional period for the little wizard.

Every family has it.