I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 221 The new fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor (Part 2)

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

Bronze dragons are like this. Even at the most critical moment, they look like old gods who are at ease, just like Nozdormu at the end of time. He looks a little nervous, but in fact it's just to cooperate with his feet.

It's just a male performance.

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

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

Louis was on full alert, and unexpectedly Chromie scratched his leg muscles.

"Louis, use Lemonia..." she prompted in a low voice.

Only then did Louis realize that he still had a magic sword. He pulled out Lemonia, causing Azazel's eyes to change from teasing to astonishment.

Lemonia is indeed a peerless sword. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, she cut the two fallen angels next to Azazel in half and sucked them all away.

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

"What are you making fun of?" Louis asked curiously.

Louis looked at the room and then at Catherine: "My mother didn't give you a hard time, right?"

"Well, something happened, and 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 just happened."

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

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

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

"Oh, why should I take it seriously? It turns out that your mother is back..." Sirius repeated and immediately raised his head: "What? What did you say? Your mother is back?"

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

"It's a pity, maybe she won't send you to hell." Louis showed a helpless expression: "Did you see that she is very hungry now, and those two of yours... um, are they subordinates or colleagues? They have turned into

gained her nourishment.”

"What's going on?" The three little ones were instantly intrigued by Louis - just kidding, something that can bother Louis must be very interesting, and the three little ones definitely don't want to let go of such news.

But this was still too sudden. Louis had been accustomed to life in an orphanage to a certain extent, and suddenly having a mother came out was really a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey, wait for us..." Louis quickly followed him, and after running halfway, he turned to the others and said: "You guys pack up your things and go live with me... My house is quite big, let's live here

These people are completely sufficient..."

"I only have two hands." Bill sneered.

The main reason is that he hasn't called me this name for many years, and it's a bit awkward when he does it occasionally.

"Put down this madman's sword." Chromie quickly stopped Louis' bold idea, "She is indeed your mother, as it is... It's not that you think too much, but that there is something missing.

, it seems that your mother only has half of her soul... But I am not an expert on souls, and I cannot judge the real situation."

He looked at Chromie and Christasa again, only to see them both shrugging at him.

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

Three dark African male wizards were sitting there, talking seriously about something. They were all wearing long white robes, roasting something like a hare on a pile of purple fire. Another group of middle-aged American male wizards were sitting there.

There they were chatting and laughing, a shining banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Wizarding Academy.

"Well..." Solanlian said aloud, "Logically speaking, Emma's ritual is only half done, so the progress of the seal is only half done, so... it's reasonable that she only sacrificed half of her soul, isn't it?

?”

He fell to the ground weakly, and a pair of blackened wings appeared on the ground on his left and right sides.

Emma tilted her head and looked back at Louis: "I feel very good, it doesn't look like I have lost my soul."

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

…”

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

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

"Half the soul is missing?" Louis looked at his solid mother.

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

"It's not enough, Master." Lemonia howled loudly and burped after she finished.

"Louis, Louis!"

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

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

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

"Chromie, you are a professional. Come and judge, is this my mother?" This is Lewis's advantage. Professionals must be consulted on professional questions, and in this situation, time is obviously controlled.

The bronze dragon is the best person to ask.

Louis heard fragments of conversation coming from the tent they passed. They were all speaking in strange languages. He couldn't understand a word, but everyone's voice and tone were very excited, but it wasn't surprising, after all.

The Wizards Quidditch World Cup is a grand event that takes place every four years. It is indeed an exciting thing to be able to watch the game live.

The two boys looked at each other, spread their hands helplessly, and began to join in the process of packing things.

"You guys pack up first, then go to the first floor to find Kristaza and let her take you to choose a room." After Louis said that, he turned around and ran out, with no intention of helping them pack up the tent.

"Uncle Arthur." Louis greeted.

Just ask them for advice and they will never be wrong. Louis is quite reassured about this.

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

This boy has quite an Alsatian feel.

Lewis nodded, there was no way, he really didn't know what to do now.

"Good boy." Emma nodded with a smile, and Louis couldn't help but wonder. She just did it on purpose, just to hear him call "Mom" like this.

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

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

Walking on the road, Louis could see adult wizards emerging from their tents and starting to cook dinner from time to time. Some looked around furtively and lit the fire with their wands; some were striking matches with suspicion on their faces.

His expression seemed to think that this would definitely not work.

Emma shook her head indifferently: "I will write a letter to Dumbledore later and ask him if he has any suitable candidates for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. After all, Bart cannot be allowed to..."

He walked downstairs, planning to visit the Weasley house and have a heart-to-heart talk with his friends.

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

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

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

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

He looked back and saw Harry's silly face, grinning at him with bared teeth, Ron and Hermione. Harry was holding a big kettle in his hand, Hermione and Ron.

Each held a stew pot, "What did you do? Why do you seem to have stolen landmines?" he asked curiously.

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

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

"Yes, we saw Seamus Finnigan just now. They are on the other side." Ron said, pointing behind him.

"You are right. According to Uncle Arthur's character, it is indeed possible." Louis spread his hands, expressing his agreement with Ron's statement.

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

"Okay." Louis nodded, expressing understanding.

Louis gasped and almost laughed, but he still held it in.

Immediately, it was swallowed up completely by Lemonia.

"Meet an old friend." Catherine said concisely, with a bit of schadenfreude in her tone. She looked back at the room, and then looked at Louis with a smile.

The two of them hurriedly persuaded each other and took Emma to Solanlian's room, intending to catch up on old times.

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

Louis didn't know what to do. He looked at Catherine and found that Catherine had already followed the three sisters in that direction. It seemed that she wanted to have a good relationship with her mother-in-law.

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

But Lemonia didn't bother to wait for him to talk nonsense, and drew a deep blood mark in the air, running all the way from Azazel's head.

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

"Uh..." Ron said awkwardly: "Dad said that we must pay attention to Muggle safety regulations and we are not allowed to use any magic... Actually, I think he just wants to be addicted to being a Muggle. I have seen through him.

Already."

When Louis walked to the door of Solanlian's house, he bumped into Catherine's arms as soon as he poked his head into the house.

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

"That's all you say." The two of them still didn't raise their heads. Mr. Weasley was a wizard who was extremely curious about Muggles, while Sirius was simply more playful.

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

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

"So..." Sirius hiccuped, "Well, Emma, ​​have you ever thought about what you will do in the future? I mean, well, you just came here more than ten years ago, so you may be a little uncomfortable...

…”

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

"Why bother me?" Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled: "I'm not a bad girl, Aunt Emma is very satisfied with me, but it's Aunt Liv who made fun of her for a long time."

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

At this point, she realized something was wrong and immediately changed the subject.

"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.

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

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

"Mr. Weasley asked us to get some water." Harry said with a smile, "We are planning to go back. What about you, have you finished your work there?"

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

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

"Mom..." Louis couldn't hold himself any longer and called out "Mom" a little awkwardly.

In English, the reading and writing order of Barty Crouch Jr. should be Bartemius Crouch Junior, with the word "junior" representing "little" coming at the back.

"What I mean is, we can't let Dumbledore pick another one randomly. Look at what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this school is 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 chapter)