I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 222: Little girl, how old are you?
Old friends who haven't seen each other for many years will always have endless things to talk about, especially when a friend who was thought to be dead suddenly "resurrected" and appears in front of you, which will arouse everyone's warm concern and care.

The chat lasted until around seven or eight in the evening. When Solanlian complained of hunger, everyone noticed that the sun was about to set.

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

There was no time to make dinner. After all, they had been talking for so long. Aunt Molly was also helpless, and Sirius did not bring the annoying house-elf Kreacher. But Louis said there was no need to worry, as he had already made preparations.

Louis brought his relatives and friends to the restaurant on the first floor, where he solemnly introduced the self-heating hot pot to them.

He unpacked the hot pot—it was all chrome-treated, with no text or even instructions. But don't worry, at least Louis had eaten it before, so he was familiar with it.

Louis opened the meat and vegetable packages and poured them into the box, along with the hot pot base, and added cold water to both layers - the embarrassing thing was that he forgot to put the heating pack in because he hadn't used it for a long time. It was Emma who reminded him that he then remembered to open the heating pack and throw it into the bottom layer.

Everyone was in awe as they watched the white steam coming out of the holes on the lid.

"Has Muggle food become so advanced?" Mr. Weasley showed a look of awe and leaned back to look at the hot pot that was still steaming, looking eager to try it.

Louis 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 flavored ones. Do you remember the steps clearly?" Seeing everyone nod, he waved his hand: "Okay, let's get started."

Emma didn’t clean up the hot pot in front of her, but waved to Lewis: “Good son, come with me.”

Louis followed her out nervously. He didn't know why, but he always felt a little guilty when facing his mother.

Walking into the next room, Emma closed the door, folded her arms, and looked at Lewis with a playful look.

"I'm your biological son, mother." Louis raised his hands and gave a French salute - he was telling the truth.

Emma chuckled: "My son is so skilled at the French salute..."

Louis' face was filled with black lines. You are from Seris, my god, how can...how can you be so skilled in breastfeeding?
But then again, some of the jokes about breast milk on the Internet in later generations were also contributed by the Seres. Of course, not as many as those contributed by the British.

"Okay, don't put on that face. If you weren't my son, I wouldn't have come to you through the spell." Emma patted Louis' shoulder and smiled slyly, "I called you here for only one thing - do you have snail noodles? I'm craving this..."

She had a pitiful expression on her face and seemed to be really greedy.

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

“Zhengmsterdam, in this life.” Emma shook her head, as if she saw through Louis’s thoughts, and chuckled: “I’m not a time traveler, I just read a novel called Harry Potter.”

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

"Questioning your mother? You little brat!" Emma narrowed her eyes, then quickly recovered: "When I was ten years old, I stayed in a parallel world for a while. Well, according to the AD calendar, it should be more than thirty years later... Okay, don't ask more about this question, you just need to say yes or no!"

Louis opened the door and called out, "Chromie!"

Chromie came running over with his short legs.

"Make me some snail noodles..." Louis said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you so much, my mother is a little craving for this."

It was the first time that he felt embarrassed towards Cromie. It wasn't because he felt that he was bothering Cromie, but because he felt that snail noodles were a bit... well, a bit like a biological weapon.

Chromie looked at Louis, then at Emma, ​​with a somewhat disgusted expression: “Why do you like to eat this?”

Emma said nothing, looking aside with a slightly red cheek.

"Well, there's really nothing I can do about you two." Chromie reached out and pulled out more than ten bags of snail rice noodles. "I was originally planning to save them for Her Majesty Ysera to smell when we got back to Azeroth. Here, I'll give you half of them now."

"What are you doing for Ysera?" Louis took the snail noodles and asked curiously.

Chromie sneezed. "She always likes to sleep. The dream dragons - you know, Taerar, Lethon, Isilien and Emeriss. The four of them are my good friends, but they always like to sleep. Sometimes they are invaded by nightmares. I want to try if this thing can make them more energetic."

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

Why didn't he do it? That's a good question. The main reason is that Louis hates the smell of this thing. If someone suddenly comes over, it's hard to explain.

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

But unfortunately, Emma grabbed Louis.

You little brat, you want to run?

"My dear baby, are you going to just abandon your dear mother like this?" There was an unhappy light in Emma's eyes, not weird, but very unhappy.

"Okay." Louis had no choice but to take the small rice cooker from Christasa and reluctantly began to cook snail noodles for Emma.

"Is this also one of your girlfriends?" Emma looked at Christasa with some curiosity.

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

The result was that the dragon maid squatted on the ground, covering her red face with her hands, and steam began to rise from her head like a small hot pot.

She really didn't expect that as a mount and maid, she could actually get a verbal status from Louis. She didn't ask for too much. Since she learned about her fate in another timeline, she has been very satisfied with her current life...

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

"Oh, what a lovely little girl." Emma smiled and helped Christasa up. She held her hand and asked, "Tell Auntie, how old are you this year?"

"Thirteen thousand four hundred and twenty-one, Auntie," Christrasza answered honestly.

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

“Your little girlfriend, isn’t she…” Emma turned to Louis and pointed her finger at her head.

The extended meaning is whether she has some mental problems.

"She's not a human, Mom. She's a dragon." Louis explained with a smile, "Logically speaking, she's a magical creature, but a very advanced one, at least much more advanced than humans." "I see, then you'd better not call me auntie..." Emma looked at the 10,000-year-old "little girl" in her hand with some lingering fear. She still couldn't adapt to the truth.

Louis spread his hands and began to pour in the pickled bamboo shoots.

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

Christasa looked up at Louis in confusion and saw him carefully opening a package, as if he was treating some biological weapon. He squeezed the contents into the pot, and soon the smell came up.

At that moment, she seemed to feel that she had arrived at the Blue Wing Habitat.

She had only smelled this kind of smell a few times in more than ten thousand years. Of course, it seemed like it was the first time. This smell... was hard to describe. If she had to give an adjective, it would be stinky and fragrant. It made her feel nostalgic just by smelling it.

Then, there was a dry burp, and Christasza almost vomited.

It seems that the tolerance of dragons is limited. At least the red dragon is not sensitive to this kind of taste.

"Well, it seems that you really can't get used to this taste." Louis patted his chest to calm down, poured the snail noodles into the bowl, scrubbed the pot dry with a cleaning spell, and left the room like escaping after saying "Mom, just eat in this room."

Louis ran back to the restaurant, leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, with a hint of relief at having survived the disaster.

Even if this thing came in his previous life, he would not have come here for it.

As for snail noodles, people who like it really like it, but there are also people who can't get used to it. Even the smell of it is a little bit unaccustomed to it.

"What's wrong with you?" Bill, who was sitting opposite him, asked curiously. He was sweating profusely and his mouth was hissing, obviously because of the spicy hot pot.

But it did not slow down his eating speed at all. After saying this, he picked up a piece of sweet potato vermicelli with chopsticks and sucked it into his mouth in a gust of wind.

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

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

Well, another big snail noodle fan - this person must have eaten it locally.

"Then 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 slurping noodles.

Ye Ziyan put down the hot pot she hadn't started yet, 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 wrong, Sister Lian? Why aren't you going?" Louis asked knowingly.

"Oh, I don't like that kind of powdered food." Solanlian reached out and pinched Louis' little face, then sat back in her seat.

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

After a while, Louis heard a startling "Ouch" and a clear shout: "Levicorpus! (Hanging Golden Bell)"

He spread his hands. It seemed that Sirius finally enjoyed the greetings from his mother again after more than ten years.

I don't know whether he misses this hanging bell or not, but it seems that he doesn't object.

……

After dinner, Louise returned to her bedroom and was about to retire with her girlfriends when she saw the door open and Emma’s head poked in.

"Zi Yan!" she called.

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

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

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

She guessed right. Emma smiled and said, "I won't disturb my daughter-in-law anymore," then closed the door and returned to Solanlian's room.

"I'm so angry!" Ye Ziyan snorted. She was so angry, but there was nothing she could do.

"Okay, okay, are you still going to argue with her?" Louis put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "You know what my mother's personality is like. Plus, she lost half of her soul, so it's normal for her to act like a child. Just bear with it."

"I'm not angry." Ye Ziyan leaned her head on Louis' shoulder and whispered, "It's just that it's not good to go on like this. We can't let Sister Yu keep losing half of her soul..."

"Don't worry, there will always be a way out." Louis patted her slender waist. Catherine also changed into pajamas and sat next to Louis.

"Okay, lie down. There's no need to rush this kind of thing. After all, we don't know where the other half of her soul is hidden." Louis turned over and lay down on the bed with both of them.

"You didn't ask Chromie or Christasza?" Katherine rubbed Louis' calf with her foot.

Louis sighed, "I asked, and Chromie said it's not in the main world - at least there hasn't been her other half of the soul in the past two thousand years. She guessed it was in heaven or hell."

"That's bad." Ye Ziyan whispered, "Angels and demons are both petty. No matter which side gets Sister Yu's soul, I'm afraid they won't give it back to her easily..."

"If they don't give it to me, I'll kill them." Louis' eyes lit up with a bloodthirsty light: "When we become stronger, we will fight in heaven. I will grab Michael by the collar and make her take good care of her useless brother Lucifer."

Ye Ziyan turned over and sat on Louis, pinching his collar, and snorted, "I think some people should be disciplined the most... I made so many embarrassments in front of Sister Yu, and some people should bear historical responsibility!"

Who would have thought that as soon as she finished speaking, she felt someone hugging her waist and heard Catherine's voice in her ears.

"How can I be left out of this kind of thing, Aunt Liv?"

(End of this chapter)