Hogwarts Card Drawer

"Dad! Thank you for giving me life." Eyes and mouth emerged from the flames, like a cute face. The ball of fire the size of a basketball really had life and Kronos called him Dad.

"This is amazing." Kronos stared blankly at the side.

Immediately afterwards, Kronos touched the soul that was like a fireball, like a pet, and it was neither hot nor hot at all.

Immediately afterwards, the underworld fire gradually extinguished. Strangely, there seemed to be no shadow at the place where the raging underworld fire burned.

Kronos couldn't help but carefully looked at the creatures he created. This feeling of being like a god made Kronos very happy.

But gradually Kronos found something was wrong again. Kronos didn't notice it in the underworld fire just now, standing in the underworld fire disappeared, Kronos found that the body of the man-made man was gradually becoming transparent, and finally Kronos could vaguely see another man through his body. he.

Kronos took a closer look, how could two man-made humans have been trained! The clay figurine made by Kronos is still lying in the magic circle, but he is no longer mud, and has become as flesh and blood as a human being.

Moreover, Kronos also found that he could not see through this man-made man floating in mid-air. His current state is exactly the same as that of the man resurrected by the resurrection stone. He has a body but is very illusory.

Kronos was stunned for a moment. Judging from the mud figurine lying on the ground, his body training should have been successful, and the floating artificial man's own soul training should also have been successful. The only thing that failed was that the combination of the two, Chronos, failed, and in the end Chronos made such a situation.

"Why don't you go in there?" Kronos asked the conscious android.

"I can't get in! Dad, he rejects me." The artificial man looked aggrieved.

Kronos was even more puzzled. Can a person made of mud have his own consciousness?

But it's too late for Kronos to say anything now, he failed after a year of calculation last semester.

Kronos looked at the conscious artificial man, and after a while said: "You are the first artificial man I created. No, you can't be called a human in this state, you are called a demon in this state." Bar!

"As for the name, your name is Adam!" Kronos said to Adam.

"Yes, Dad, Adam will be my name from now on."

"Hmm, do you need to prepare a separate room for you when you look like this?" Kronos couldn't help asking, he, the creator, didn't understand the things he created at all.

"No need, Dad!" Adam shook his head, "I can live in your wand, because I am a life created by your wand, and I can create my own elemental space inside."

Kronos was a little ashamed when he heard it, Adam said it seemed that Kronos gave the wand to that.

"Hmm! If you don't need to be summoned in the future, you can rest in my magic wand. There is an elemental space opened up just for you, right?"

Speaking of this, Kronos suddenly remembered, "Because the soul-giving spell will infuse your soul, and at the same time open up a habitat for you in the magic wand that casts the spell, and at the same time The command of the spellcaster is paramount, followed by the wand, and if the master is absent, then you must obey the orders of the person whose wand is in his hand."

"Yes Dad!"

Kronos nodded half-understood, but this is actually the setting of the soul-giving spell.

But how to say, Kronos can be regarded as half the success! Kronos can only comfort himself in his heart.

Harry would have liked a better welcome, but instead he yelled at his friends.

Then he noticed how dry and pained Sirius' voice sounded. He followed the godfather to the bottom of the stairs and through a door into the kitchen in the basement.

The kitchen looked exactly like the hall above, gloomy and dark, a cavernous room surrounded by rough stone walls, most of the light coming from a huge flame in the innermost part of the room. A cloudy cloud of smoke hung in the air, like the smoke of a battlefield.

Grimly shaped cooking utensils and pans made of heavy iron hang from the dark ceiling. The room was filled with meeting chairs, a long wooden table in the middle of which was piled high with rolled parchment, stemware, empty wine bottles, and what appeared to be a pile of Rag stuff.

"Harry!" cried Mr. Weasley, who greeted Harry hastily and shook his hand tirelessly. "It's good to meet you!" Over his shoulder, Harry saw Bill. Bill, still with long hair and a ponytail, hastily rolled up a long piece of parchment and threw it on the table.

"Have you had a good trip, Harry?" Bill greeted Harry, trying to put away a dozen scrolls. "So Moody didn't let you come here via Greenland?"

"He's tired," said Tonks, and she darted forward to help Bill, and quickly knocked a candle down on the last parchment. "Oh no!—I'm sorry—"

"Come here, dear." Mrs. Weasley huffed, and repaired the parchment with her wand. In the flash of Mrs. Weasley's spell, Harry glanced quickly at the parchment, which appeared to be a building plan.

Mrs. Weasley caught Harry's gaze. She quickly grabbed the plan and tucked it under Bill's already heavily overloaded arm. "These things should be cleaned up right after the meeting," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, before she walked over to an ancient cooking table and began to set the dinner plates. Bill pulled out his wand, muttered, "Vanished!" and the scrolls disappeared.

Then a dinner no less than a Hogwarts dinner began.

Fred and George buried their faces in bottles of honey; George was belching. For some reason, Mrs. Weasley threw Sirius an extremely nasty look before standing up and taking a large chunk of rhubarb bread crumbs for pudding. Harry looked his godfather up and down.

After three pieces of rhubarb crumb pudding and the custard later, the belt of Harry's jeans (the jeans we're talking about once belonged to Dudley at one point) felt tight and uncomfortably tight. There was a momentary pause in the conversation when he put down the spoon.