I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 221 Newly Appointed [-]th Grade Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Chromie's tone didn't sound like he was in a hurry at all, and the little dwarf seemed to have more courage to spare.

Bronze dragons look like this. Even in the most critical moment, they still look at ease, just like Nozdormu at the end of time. It seems that he is a little nervous, but in fact it is just to cooperate with his feet. It's just a male show.

Azazel quickly broke free from Chromy's shackles. He scanned the few people in front of him with playful eyes, stretched out his hand and began to flex his wrist.

"It seems that you are like that donkey in a certain province of Siris, right, you have no idea." Azazel showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Louis was fully on guard, and Chromy suddenly grabbed the muscles in his legs.

"Louis, use Remonia..." she hinted in a low voice.

It was only then that Louis realized that he still had a magic sword. He pulled out Remonia, causing Azazel's eyes to change from joking to stunned.

Remonia is indeed a peerless sword, like a hot knife cutting butter, it cut the two fallen angels beside Azazel into two halves, and then sucked out all the scum.

"You... what is in your hand?" Azazel asked dully.

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

"Wait!" Azazel yelled loudly to stop him: "You can't just send me back to hell, we might as well make a deal, how about it?"

"Unfortunately, maybe she won't send you to hell." Louis showed a helpless expression: "Did you see, she is very hungry now, your two... well, are they subordinates or colleagues? They have turned into her nourishment."

"This is impossible!" Azazel turned pale with shock, he never thought that the magic sword in front of him would be so evil.

But Remonia didn't bother to wait for him to talk nonsense at all, and drew a deep bloodstain in the air, penetrating from the top of Azazel's head.

At the same time, intense light erupted from Azazel's eyes and mouth, as if spewing flames, burning the two eyeballs to death, leaving only two scorched hollow eye sockets.

He fell powerlessly to the ground, and there were burnt black wing marks on the ground on his left and right sides.

Immediately, it was completely swallowed up by Remonia.

"It's still not enough, master." Remonia screamed loudly, and even hiccupped after she finished.

It's obviously not that he didn't eat enough, but that he was full.

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

Can't leave her outside, crazy sickness is scary.

After ordering Christaza to tidy up the house, Louis turned to Emma.

"Chromie, you are a professional, you judge, is this my mother?" This is Louis's advantage, professional questions must be consulted by professionals, and this situation obviously controls the time The bronze dragon is the best questioner.

It’s never wrong to ask them, Louis is quite relieved about this.

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

"What's wrong?" Louis was a very filial child, and after hearing this sentence, he pulled Remonia out again.

This son is quite Alsatian.

"Put down this lunatic sword." Chromie quickly stopped Louis's bold thoughts, "She is indeed your mother, and it's true... It's not that you think too much, but something is missing , it seems that your mother only has half of the soul... But I am not an expert in the soul, and I can't judge the real situation."

"Half of the soul is missing?" Louis looked at his mother who was really hammering.

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

"That..." Solanlian said aloud, "It stands to reason that Emma's ceremony is only half done, so the progress of the seal is only half, so... it's reasonable that she only sacrificed half of her soul, isn't it? ?"

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

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

"Okay." Louis nodded, expressing his understanding.

But this was still too sudden. Louis was already used to life in a certain orphanage, and it was a little uncomfortable to suddenly have another mother come out.

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

The two of them quickly persuaded, and took Emma to Solanlian's room, planning to catch up on the old days.

Louis didn't know what to do. He looked at Catherine, only to find that Catherine had followed the three sisters to the other side. It seemed that she wanted to establish a good relationship with her mother-in-law.

He glanced at Chromie and Kristaza again, only to see them both shrugging at him.

"Don't look at us, this is the first time we have encountered this kind of situation." The two said in unison.

Christaza continued, "I suggest you go for a walk, master. The book says that going for a walk is good for your physical and mental health."

Louis nodded, no way, he really doesn't know what to do now.

He went downstairs, ready to go to the Weasleys' house to have a look and talk with his friends.

Besides, Aunt Molly and the others must be informed about his mother's sudden resurrection.

Walking on the road, from time to time, Louis could see adult wizards coming out of their tents and starting to cook dinner.Some peeked furtively, lighting fires with wands;

Three dark African wizards, all in long white robes, were sitting talking gravely about something, over a burgeoning purple fire, and what looked like a hare was roasting.Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat talking and laughing, a shiny banner hung high between their tents: Salem School of Wizardry.

Louis heard fragments of conversation from the tents they passed, in a strange language he couldn't understand a word, but everyone's voices and tones were excited, which wasn't surprising, after all. The Wizards Quidditch World Cup is a grand event held every four years, and it is indeed an exciting thing to be able to watch the game live.

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

"Louis, Louis!"

He looked back, just in time to see Harry's smirking face, grinning and grinning at him, and Ron and Hermione, Harry was holding a large kettle in his hand, Hermione and Ron Holding a saucepan each, "What are you doing? Why do you seem to be stealing landmines?" He asked curiously.

"Mr. Weasley asked us to fetch some water." Harry said with a smile, "We are planning to go back. How about you, are you done?"

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

"What's the matter?" The three little ones were immediately seduced by Louis - just kidding, something that can annoy Louis must be extremely interesting, and the three little ones absolutely don't want to let go of such news.

"We'll talk about it when we get back." Louis remained silent, obviously not intending to spoil the three little ones, "What are Mr. Weasley and the others doing?"

"Oh, you said Dad." Ron replied: "Dad is taking Bill and the others to collect firewood and prepare to make a fire for cooking."

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

"Uh..." Ron said embarrassingly: "Dad said, pay attention to the safety regulations against Muggles, and we are not allowed to use any magic... Actually, I think he just wanted to be a Muggle addiction, and I have seen through him." gone."

"You're right. According to Uncle Arthur's personality, he is indeed possible." Louis spread his hands, expressing his agreement with Ron.

"Yeah, we saw Seamus Finnigan just now, and they are on the other side." Ron said, pointing behind him.

With that said, the four of them had returned to the tent of the Weasley family.Louis ducked in and saw Mr. Weasley who was clumsily but excitedly lighting a fire.

"Uncle Arthur." Louis greeted.

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

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

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

Louis looked at Aunt Molly who was still packing up the tableware, then at the group of people in front of him, and the three little ones who were looking forward to it, and took a deep breath: "My mother is back."

"Oh, what else do I care about, so your mother is back..." Sirius repeated, and immediately raised his head: "What? What did you say? Your mother is back?"

In the latter sentence, Sirius's voice was so high that it broke his voice.

"Well, just now, I heard from her that it seems that she used a spell of Nicolas May to find me along the bloodline more than ten years ago..." Louis said truthfully.

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

"Hey, wait for us..." Louis hurriedly followed, halfway through the run, then turned his head and said to the others: "Pack up your things and go live with me...my house is quite big, let's live here These people are totally enough..."

"Oh yeah!" The twins raised their hands and clapped their hands together: "Finally, I don't have to live in this broken tent..."

"Clean up first, and go to the first floor to find Christaza, and let her guide you to choose a room." After Louis finished speaking, he turned around and ran out, without any intention of helping them pack the tent.

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

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

"Why... You see Louis has run away, why didn'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 began to join the ranks of packing up.

When Louis walked to the door of Solanian's house, he just poked his head into the house when he bumped into Catherine's arms.

"What's the situation?" Louis asked, pointing to the room. The atmosphere inside was a bit delicate, and Ye Ziyan's expression was obviously a little bit annoyed and even wanted to cry.

"Meet an old friend." Catherine said succinctly, with a bit of gloating in her tone, she looked back at the room, and looked at Louis with a smile.

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

"What are you doing for me?" Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled, "I'm not a bad girl. Aunt Emma is very satisfied with me. On the contrary, Aunt Liv was teased by her for a long time."

"What are you kidding about?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine whispered in his ear: "She asked Aunt Liv to call her Aunt Emma, ​​saying that since she has been with his son... what, now they are no longer sisters, but the relationship between elders and younger generations ..."

Louis snorted and almost laughed out loud, but held back.

He held Catherine's waist and brought her back to Solanlian's room.

Emma noticed Louis, stopped chatting, and turned her head to stare at Louis pointedly.

"Mom..." Louis couldn't hold back anymore, and called out slightly awkwardly.

The main reason is that he hasn't called this address for many years, and it's a bit awkward to call it like this occasionally.

"Good boy." Emma nodded with a smile, and Louis couldn't help being a little suspicious. She just wanted to hear him call "Mom" on purpose.

"So..." Sirius hiccupped, "Um, Emma, ​​have you thought about what to do in the future? I mean, well, you just came here more than ten years ago, and you might be a little uncomfortable... ..."

Emma shook her head indifferently: "I'll write a letter to Dumbledore later, asking if he has a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. After all, Bart can't be..."

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

In English, the reading and writing order of Barty Crouch Jr. should be Bartemius Crouch Junior, and the junior that stands for "little" is at the back.

"What I mean is, we can't let Dumbledore randomly pick another one to see what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this school looks like..." Emma said with a look of 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)