I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 221: New Fourth-Year Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor (Part )

Chromie's tone didn't sound anxious at all, and the dwarf seemed to still have some courage left.

Bronze dragons are like this, even at the most critical moment, they still look calm and composed, just like Nozdormu at the end of time, he looks a little nervous, but actually he is just cooperating with the performance of the foot man.

Azazel quickly broke free from Chromie's restraints. He glanced at the people in front of him with a playful look, and stretched out his hand to start moving his wrists.

"It seems that you are just like that donkey in a certain province in Seris, right? You have no idea what to do." Azazel showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Louis was on full alert, but was suddenly grabbed by Chromie on his leg muscles.

"Louis, use Lemonia..." she prompted quietly.

Louis then realized that he still had a magic sword. He held out Lemonia, causing Azazel's gaze to change from mockery to astonishment.

Lemonia was indeed a peerless sword. It was like a hot knife cutting through butter. It cut the two fallen angels beside Azazel in half and sucked them away until nothing was left.

"You...what's in your hand?" Azazel asked dully.

"A sword." Louis spread his hands and released Lemonia.

"Wait!" Azazel shouted to stop him. "You can't just send me back to hell. How about we make a deal?"

"It's a pity that she may not send you to hell." Louis showed a helpless expression: "See, she is very hungry now. Your two... um, are they subordinates or colleagues? They have become her nutrients."

"This is impossible!" Azazel was horrified. He never expected that the magic sword in front of him would be so evil.

But Lemonia didn't bother to wait for him to finish his words, and drew a deep blood mark in the air, running through Azazel's head.

At the same time, a strong light burst out from Azazel's eyes and mouth, like a flame, burning the two eyeballs to ashes, leaving only two burnt empty eye sockets.

He fell to the ground helplessly, and a pair of charred wing marks appeared on the ground on his left and right sides.

Then, it was completely devoured by Lemonia.

"It's not enough, Master." Lemonia screamed loudly and burped after finishing.

It’s obvious that he didn’t look like he hadn’t eaten enough, but rather that he was full.

"Okay, Lemonia." Louis patted her sword and took her back into the space.

We can't leave her outside, a crazy yandere is very scary.

After instructing Christasa to clean up the house, Louise turned to Emma.

"Chromie, you are a professional, you come and judge, is this my mother?" This is Louis' advantage. Professional questions must be consulted with professionals, and in this case, the bronze dragon who obviously controls time is the best person to ask.

Louis was quite confident that it would never be wrong to ask them for advice.

Chromie looked Emma up and down, frowned slightly, but nodded to confirm: "She is indeed your mother, but I always feel that something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?" Louis was a very filial child. After hearing this, he pulled Lemonia out again.

This boy has quite the Alsatian style.

"Put down this crazy sword." Chromie quickly stopped Louis's bold idea. "She is indeed your mother, absolutely real... It's not that you think there is something extra, but something is missing. It seems that your mother only has half of her soul... But I'm not an expert in the soul, so I can't judge the real situation."

"Half of your soul is missing?" Louis looked at his mother who had proven the truth.

Emma tilted her head and looked back at Louis: "I feel pretty good, not like I'm missing a soul."

"That..." Solanlian said, "Logically speaking, Emma's ritual was only halfway done, so the progress of the seal was only halfway, so... it makes sense that she only sacrificed half of her soul, right?"

"What you said makes sense, but the soul... the soul is not jelly, how can it be divided in half?" Louis didn't know how to describe it, he just felt weird.

"You can understand it as the three souls and seven spirits in the legend of Seris." Solanlian shrugged and looked at her former good sister with concern.

"Okay." Louis nodded to show that he understood.

But this was still too sudden. Louis had already gotten used to life in an orphanage, and suddenly having a mother showed up was a little hard for him to adapt to.

"It looks like you don't welcome me?" Emma narrowed her eyes. Ye Ziyan and Solanlian, who were familiar with her character, immediately knew that something was not right.

The two of them hurriedly persuaded each other and pulled Emma to Solanlian's room, intending to reminisce about the past.

Louis didn't know what to do. He looked at Catherine, but found that Catherine had already gone there with the three sisters. It seemed that she wanted to build a good relationship with her mother-in-law.

He glanced at Chromie and Christrasza, only to see them both shrug at him.

"Don't look at us, this is the first time we've encountered a situation like this." The two said in unison.

Christasa then said, "I suggest you go out for a walk, Master. The book says that going out for a walk is good for your physical and mental health."

Louis nodded. There was no way. He really didn't know what to do now.

He went downstairs, ready to visit the Weasleys and have a chat with his friends.

Besides, he had to inform Aunt Molly and the others about his mother's sudden resurrection.

Walking on the road, Louis could see adult wizards coming out of their tents from time to time and starting to cook dinner. Some looked furtively and lit the fire with their wands; some struck matches with a skeptical expression on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Three dark-skinned African wizards were sitting there talking seriously, wearing long white robes, roasting something that looked like a hare over a purple fire. Another group of middle-aged American wizards were sitting there chatting and laughing, with a glittering banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Wizard Academy.

Louis heard fragments of conversation coming from the tent they passed by. They were all speaking a strange language. He couldn't understand a word, but everyone's voice and tone were very excited. However, it was not surprising. After all, the Wizard Quidditch World Cup was a grand event held every four years. Being able to watch the game in person was indeed an exciting thing.

After walking a few steps, he heard Harry calling him.

"Louis, Louis!"

He looked back and saw Harry's silly grinning face, grinning at him, as well as Ron and Hermione. Harry was holding a large kettle, while Hermione and Ron were holding a stew pot respectively. "Where were you doing? You looked like you were stealing landmines?" he asked curiously. "Mr. Weasley asked us to get some water," Harry said with a grin. "We were just about to go back. What about you? Are you done with your work?"

"Well, something happened. I'm a little confused now." Louis rubbed his temple, "I have to go to your tent and talk to everyone about the strange things that just happened."

"What's the matter?" The three little ones were immediately interested in Louis - just kidding, anything that could make Louis upset must be very interesting, and the three little ones definitely didn't want to miss such news.

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Louis kept silent, obviously not intending to spoil the plot for the three little ones, "What are Mr. Weasley and the others doing?"

"Oh, you mean Dad." Ron replied, "Dad is collecting firewood with Bill and the others to make a fire and cook."

Louis asked in surprise, "Why do you have to collect firewood? Isn't there magic?"

"Uh..." Ron said awkwardly, "Dad said that we should pay attention to the safety regulations against Muggles and that we are not allowed to use any magic... Actually, I think he just wants to try his luck as a Muggle. I've seen through him."

"You're right. Given Uncle Arthur's character, it's possible for him to do that." Louis spread his hands, agreeing with Ron.

"Yeah, we just saw Seamus Finnigan. They're on the other side," Ron said, pointing behind him.

As they were talking, the four of them had returned to the Weasley family's tent. Louis ducked inside and saw Mr. Weasley, who was awkwardly but excitedly trying to make a fire.

"Uncle Arthur," Louis greeted.

"Oh, it's Louis." Mr. Weasley nodded and began to discuss with Sirius how to make a fire.

"I have something to tell you..." Louis coughed.

"Just say it." The two still didn't look up. Mr. Weasley was a wizard who was extremely curious about Muggles, while Sirius was simply more playful.

Lewis looked at Aunt Molly who was still cleaning up the dishes, then looked at the group of people in front of him, and the three little ones who were expecting, and took a deep breath: “My mother is back.”

"Oh, I thought it was nothing, it turned out that your mother is back..." Sirius repeated, and immediately raised his head: "What? What did you say? Your mother is back?"

When Sirius uttered the latter sentence, his voice was so high that it almost broke.

"Well, just now, I heard her say that it seemed like she used a Nicolas Flamel spell to find me through her bloodline more than ten years ago..." Louis said truthfully.

Sirius nodded and ran out first, followed by Mr. Weasley and Aunt Molly holding a spatula.

"Hey, wait for us..." Louis hurriedly followed, and halfway through, he turned around and said to the others: "Pack up your things and stay over at my place... My house is pretty big, it's totally enough for all of us..."

"Oh yeah!" The twins raised their hands and clapped their hands: "Finally we don't have to live in this crappy tent anymore..."

"You guys pack up first and go to the first floor to find Christasa and let her take you to choose a room." After Louis said that, he turned around and ran out without any intention of helping them pack up the tent.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and were about to run away, but Bill grabbed one of them with one hand.

"You two want to run away? It's not that easy!"

"Why...Look, Louis has run away, why don't you catch him?" Ron asked listlessly.

"I only have two hands." Bill sneered.

The two boys looked at each other, spread their hands helplessly, and started to join the ranks of packing up.

When Louis walked to the door of Solanlian’s house, he just peeked into the house and ran into Catherine’s arms.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, pointing inside the room. The atmosphere inside was a bit subtle. Looking at Ye Ziyan's expression, it was obvious that she was frustrated and even wanted to cry.

"Old friends meeting each other." Catherine said concisely, with a hint of gloating in her tone. She looked back into the house and then looked at Louis with a smile.

Louis glanced around the room, then looked at Catherine: "My mom didn't make things difficult for you, did she?"

"Why are you making things difficult for me?" Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled. "I'm not a bad girl. Aunt Emma is very satisfied with me. It's Aunt Liv who was teased by her for a long time."

"What's the joke?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine whispered in his ear, "She asked Aunt Liv to call her Aunt Emma, ​​saying that since she had done... that thing with her son, they are no longer sisters, but the relationship between elder and younger..."

Louis chuckled and almost laughed out loud, but he held it back.

He put his arm around Catherine's waist and took her back to Solanlian's room.

Emma noticed Louis and stopped chatting. She turned her head and stared at Louis meaningfully.

"Mom..." Louis couldn't hold it anymore and called out "Mom" a little awkwardly.

The main reason is that he hasn't called him by this name for many years, and it feels a bit awkward when he calls him by this name occasionally.

“Good boy.” Emma nodded with a smile, and Louis couldn’t help but doubt that she did it on purpose just now, just wanting to hear him call “Mom” like this.

"So..." Sirius hummed, "Uh, Emma, ​​have you thought about what to do in the future? I mean, well, you just came here more than ten years ago, you may not be able to adapt..."

Emma shook her head indifferently: "I will write a letter to Dumbledore later and ask him if he has a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. After all, we can't let Bart..."

Having said this, she realized something was wrong and immediately changed the subject.

In English, the reading and writing order of Bartemius Crouch Junior should be Bartemius Crouch Junior, with the "junior" meaning "junior" at the end.

"What I mean is, we can't let Dumbledore just pick another one at random. Look at what's become of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this school..." Emma said with disgust.

No one caught the flaw in her words, only Louis noticed it.

He knew that his mother was a time traveler, but he didn't intend to point it out. After all, silence is golden.

(End of this chapter)