Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

"Child, your parents..."

After following Ricardo into the house, Professor McGonagall wanted to ask about the boy's parents. If he was already at work at this time, he would come back in the evening instead.

The words were on his lips but he stopped again. The chaotic scene in the living room made Professor McGonagall, who was careful about his manners, speechless.

More than a dozen mature and beautiful ladies were sleeping soundly, in different postures, either lying on their sides on the sofa, or lying on the carpet, with wine glasses in their hands and a kicked-over red wine bottle at their feet.

Red wine is sprinkled on the ground, ferments in the air, and combines with various perfumes to form a mixed aroma.

The Animagus, who is in the form of a tabby cat, has the sensitivity of a cat's nose. When Professor McGonagall was exposed to this mixed scent, her olfactory organs immediately failed.

I didn't expect this to be the case in the boy's family. His mother must be among these people, but I don't know about his father for the time being.

He frowned slightly.

Continue walking inward to the kitchen.

Compared with the living room, the kitchen is clean and tidy, and the smell of food is wafting there. There is no spicy, no tar, no choking.

"Mr. Chenxi, you..."

Professor McGonagall looked around the kitchen, then looked at Ricardo who was standing in front of the steamer.

I saw that Ricardo grabbed the hot steamer with his left hand, and his ten-year-old little arm exploded with strength to lift the four-layer iron steamer, while his right hand stretched and retracted at lightning speed to take out the steamed dumplings.

That is the lowest layer, and the hot steam emitted can instantly burn the skin, let alone the skin of a ten-year-old boy.

Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall was frightened on the spot.

While taking out the wand from his waist, he ran forward, grabbed Ricardo's arm to check the situation, and prepared to cast the 'healing as before' spell.

"How could you do such a dangerous thing!"

Catching the boy and squeezing his forearm, Professor McGonagall checked for any redness, swelling or burns. The wand in his hand flashed brightly, ready to heal injuries at any time.

Looking left and right, the skin is fair and moist, like a little girl's arm, but there is no burn.

Read it again.

Professor McGonagall was stunned and turned to look at the steamed buns. The steam was rising, exuding a strong aroma of meat, and a drop of fat was squeezed out from the core of the bun. It was crystal clear and aroused appetite.

What he saw just now was not an illusion. The boy actually reached into the steamer and took out the steamed buns.

"Why aren't there any burns on my hands?"

Putting down Ricardo's arm, Professor McGonagall stared at the boy in front of her.

Looking at the steamer again, it was still boiling. It felt hot even standing next to it. The temperature of the iron outside was probably even higher.

Just now, the boy used his left hand to directly hold the hot iron sheet without any damage.

"Is it a protective spell?"

"Impossible. The other party is a child from an ordinary family, and it is impossible to be exposed to the Guardian Spell. Moreover, in Hogwarts Academy, the God Guard can only be used reluctantly in the third grade. Other types of Guardian Spells are still difficult to release."

Defense is always more difficult than offense.

Professor McGonagall took a step back, no longer stopping Ricardo from getting ready.

The boy will have secrets, and they cannot be forced to ask, let alone use the vicious Legilimency spell.

Wait slowly.

Stack the steamed buns together and serve three bowls of porridge. This is the basic breakfast configuration.

"Professor McGonagall, go to the second floor. My sister is also a student at Hogwarts. She should be happy to see you."

A plate that can only be held with two hands is filled with breakfast.

Ricardo said to Professor McGonagall.

"Your sister?"

The other party's information is that he is an ordinary child and has no connection with the magical world.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and cast a levitating spell on the breakfast on Ricardo's tray, stabilizing it so that it would not spill out.

Seeing the ten-year-old boy carrying breakfast, his preference for children couldn't help but prick in his heart, knowing that such dangerous things must be done by adults.

(Dumbledore: Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was not asked to pick up Harry Potter)

Second master bedroom.

Cassandra had already changed into a fairy dress, which was more loose-fitting and made of light green tulle. The patterned folds of the skirt floated like ripples.

He pulled his wand out from under his pillow and waved it at his suitcase.

"Crack-!"

The wheel axle rolled, and the suitcase automatically came to Cassandra, fell to the ground, the zipper opened, a simple dressing box popped out, and the handheld dressing mirror placed on it flew into her hand.

Hogwarts is a collective accommodation, and all furniture is shared. The dressing table in the public rest area is full of people every day. Not only girls use it, but even boys will join in the fight.

So much so that the eldest lady learned to hold a dressing mirror and sit on the bed to comb her hair.

In Slytherin, only the strong and purebloods can dominate everything, and Cassandra cannot have her own dressing table for the time being.

"If my brother knows what I look like in school, will he look down on me?"

Covering his face subconsciously.

When I first entered the first grade, at the Slytherin welcome party that night, there was no applause, only a slap on the face, shattering my pride along with it.

Cassandra didn't want to appear mean, but as a girl from the Woley family, she had to do this and not let others bully her.

And, he must show strength in order to protect his younger brother.

"Hmph, if you dare to look down on me, I will make my brother into a puppet, strip off his soul, and stay with me forever!"

never separate!

He said fiercely to the mirror.

10 minutes passed, and the dressing was finished. She heard footsteps going upstairs. Cassandra waved her wand again, and the dressing mirror and dressing cabinet were automatically put into the suitcase and rolled to the corner.

Besides the younger brother, there was a second person coming upstairs.

Cassandra quickly got up from the bed, carefully checked the corners of her clothes to make sure there were no problems, straightened her waist, put her hands in front of her, raised her head and smiled.

A strong aura is revealed.

This is my brother's room, and my sister is the mistress of this room. No one can be stronger than me... so I thought.

"Professor McGonagall, please come in."

Opening the door, Ricardo entered the room first. The first thing he saw was his sister, wearing the fairy dress her mother bought for her, peeking out of the green tulle at her jade-white feet.

Although the two siblings are familiar with each other and this beautiful scenery is a normal part of their lives, they can't help but take a second look every time.

"Humph!"

She was very satisfied that her brother's eyes were focused on her.

Cassandra looked at the door again, where the polite Professor McGonagall was holding a wand and placing breakfast on the table.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall."

There were still questions about the other person in her heart, but Cassandra didn't want to be rude and make the other person think that she and her brother were uneducated.

Bow slightly.

"Miss Worley, I didn't expect that you would be here and have the younger brother of a boy from Middle-earth."

There is no prejudice because the other person is a Slytherin student.

Professor McGonagall looked at Cassandra. She was completely different from the girl in school. Even the Quidditch teacher felt that the girl who was strong would actually show her soft side in front of this boy.

Look at Cassandra's dress again.

"Your dress looks great."

The transformation from a strong girl to a soft sister is just a matter of emotion in her eyes.

Professor McGonagall was very aware of this kind of girl's thoughts, but felt a crisis, because Ricardo's physical condition was satisfactory, and he would definitely hope that he would enter Gryffindor House in the future.

And the relationship between Gryffindor House and Slytherin House...

I hope that the scene of waiting for forgiveness from my childhood sweetheart in front of Gryffindor Tower will not happen again.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor, I think so too."

He replied to Professor McGonagall in front of him, and leaned his shoulder secretly on the boy beside him.

Cassandra took her brother's hand and squeezed it.

only……

Ricardo was also looking at his sister, looking at the other person's hair, which was a little messy behind her invisible side.

Turning around and scanning the bedroom, there was no dressing table for my sister's use.

"..."

Could it be that at Hogwarts, my sister doesn’t have a dressing table?

Ricardo buried this problem in his mind and began to think of a gift for his sister.

"Let's have breakfast first. I don't know if Professor McGonagall likes the food of Middle-earth, so I took it upon myself to prepare chopsticks."

After saying that, he moved a chair from the corner.

Cassandra also looked at Professor McGonagall, and if the other person didn't know how to use chopsticks, she was going to use the transfiguration spell to turn the chopsticks into Western spoons and forks.

"It doesn't matter. I've been to Chinatown before and I know how to use chopsticks, so don't worry."

There are no dietary barriers.

Professor McGonagall picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table, held them between her middle finger and thumb, and controlled the direction with her index finger, very skillfully.

"No need to be restrained. On the contrary, I would like to thank Mr. Chen Xi for providing a sumptuous breakfast, especially the delicious xiaolongbao. I like eating this kind of thin-skinned and meat-filled food."

Put the chopsticks back on the table and make a prayer gesture.

McGonagall's surname itself belonged to her Muggle father, and his Muggle father was a priest, so that Professor McGonagall inherited this part of the tradition and would make movements similar to praying before eating.

Not to fear God, but to be grateful for the gift of food.

"Please don't pay attention to me. You can eat according to your own habits."

Professor McGonagall said again, fearing that the two children would feel pressured to eat with her.

"..."

There was no pressure before, but now there is.

Ricardo waited for a while and couldn't care about other etiquette. He didn't eat last night, so now he would take care of breakfast together with it. He quickly picked up the chopsticks, pulled out a small steamed bun and threw it into his mouth.

Blast out the hot fat, chew it twice, then take a sip of the porridge to relieve the greasiness of the steamed dumplings.

Eat without speaking.

The three of them spent an hour having breakfast.

……

At nine o'clock, breakfast was over. Professor McGonagall waved her magic wand, and all the dishes disappeared from the table. As expected, they were all cleaned and placed neatly in the cupboards.

"With Miss Worley here, Mr. Chenxi should have no more doubts about the magic world, and I can go to the next one with peace of mind."

Professor McGonagall stood up and prepared to leave.

Too much time has been wasted here, and there is another girl who needs to go to her home today, Hermione Granger.

As for Ricardo, Professor McGonagall only looked forward to the outcome of the Sorting Hat.

Think about the Sorting Hat's longest thinking record, which was Professor McGonagall herself, who made the Sorting Hat struggle between 'Gryffindor' and 'Ravenclaw' for 5 minutes.

I don’t know if there will be more than 5 minutes of children in this session.

"By the way, after heading to the next student's home, I plan to take that child to Diagon Alley to buy books and stationery. I wonder if you two are willing to go together."

Thinking that Hermione Granger was from an ordinary family and was an 11-year-old girl, Professor McGonagall looked at Ricardo and Cassandra in front of her.

If they are peers, it will be easy to communicate.