บท 7: Chapter 7: Is That... a Dragon??
Chapter 7: Is That... a Dragon??
"Ugh..."
Moon groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes, and noticed Harry staring at him wide-eyed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Uncle Moon... you... you..." Harry stammered, pointing at Moon, unable to articulate his words.
Moon touched his own face, feeling the furry cheeks, and sighed.
"This is my curse," he said helplessly.
"A curse?" Harry suddenly remembered, Moon had mentioned before that the Moonflower and his curse were related.
"Yes, just like you think. This curse turned my face into a cat and made me very weak." Moon explained, then stood up, checking the time, realizing it was only a little past seven in the morning.
Gurgle~ Harry's stomach suddenly growled, making him feel a bit embarrassed.
"Can you cook?" Moon turned to ask.
Harry nodded quickly, "A little bit."
Moon nodded and headed upstairs. "Prepare something to eat, and I'll freshen up. Lucifer, help me heat some water."
Harry nodded hurriedly. After Moon went upstairs, he entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
"Give me the eggshells, thank you," Lucifer suddenly appeared from the stove.
"Okay, Mr. Lucifer."
The sound of water upstairs followed, and half an hour later, along with Harry placing an iconic English breakfast on the table, Moon's footsteps could be heard.
Moon wore a perfectly ironed khaki trousers and an avocado green knit sweater. The fur on the cat's face was still a bit moist.
"What do you want to do today?" Moon asked.
"First, clean the curtains, sofa covers, and pillows." Harry thought for a moment and then looked at Moon. "Uncle Moon, do you have any plans?"
Moon shook his head, having no objections. As long as this child has a rough standard for cleanliness in his heart, it's enough.
It's hard for ordinary people to imagine how messy a castle is inside. Even though Harry worked from noon to night yesterday, the living room was only somewhat presentable.
Perhaps for a long, long time in the future, he would still have to be busy with cleaning here.
Just do it, silently do it.
"After breakfast, come down." Moon finished his breakfast first, poured the leftovers to Lucifer, and then went into the basement. Soon, he brought out a set of glassware and placed it in the kitchen.
Seeing this, Harry quickly finished his meal, cleaned the dishes, and went into the kitchen.
"Moon, what is this?"
"Siphon." Moon explained. Then he took out a few jars from under the cabinet.
Moon asked Harry to put the plate in the sink, picked up a white jar, opened it, and inside were small segments of roots. He explained, "This is Mandrake root. Mandrake has many magical effects, used in many potions, including various aspects of potions such as physical properties, mental effects, and even romantic potions. It's considered a universal herb."
As he spoke, Moon filled the kettle with water, added the Mandrake roots, and put it on the stove.
"Put Mandrake roots in cold water, only one root per pot."
Harry carefully watched Moon's operation, not daring to look away. Moon explained the theory while demonstrating.
In addition to the jar of Mandrake roots, there were Bubotuber pus stems and a type of Lemon Balm.
After waiting for a few minutes, the Mandrake root water in the kettle began to boil. Harry took a glance, surprised to see that the water boiled from the gray roots turned purple.
Then, under Harry's gaze, Moon poured the water into the siphon, starting the extraction. The purple Mandrake root water was siphoned to the top, mixed with Bubotuber pus stems, gradually changing to green.
Pouring out the siphoned green juice, Moon added Lemon Balm.
"Moon, what is this?"
"Vigor potion, a kind of magical potion."
Moon stirred the mixture, and by now, the two cups of liquid had turned into a vibrant green, making Harry think of the tender shoots of grass emerging in early spring, a green tinted with a touch of pale white.
"Is this a potion? Why does it feel like making tea..."
"Nonsense. I've prepared the ingredients in advance, and this is just the most basic potion. Otherwise, how could it be?" Moon shook his head, handing a cup to Harry.
Harry took a small sip, and instantly a faint bitterness exploded on his taste buds.
Eh...
He furrowed his brows, but following that was a freshness like the scent of grass after a gentle rain. Simultaneously, it felt as if a cool breeze had swept through his mind.
He felt as if he had just awakened naturally from sleep, then stretched lazily in the morning sun.
"Potions aren't as difficult as you think. To be precise, the entire magical system isn't that difficult," Moon said, taking a sip of the vigor potion.
"It's all about relying on reality, using magic as a medium to change the world."
Under Harry's serious gaze, Moon leaned on the bar, extending his hand, and various forces continuously fluctuated in his palm—roaring flames, flowing water, or wind-like green energy.
"Whether it's water, fire, life, potions, alchemy, arrays, spells. At its core, it can't escape this basic logic. Magic is like a universal key. And the laws of the world are countless threads woven together, forming a complex maze. As long as you find the right path, we can use magic to manipulate the changes in those rules, making them useful for wizards."
Harry listened attentively, not daring to divert his attention.
Moon pinched his palm, and all the changes disappeared. He stood up, saying lazily, "That's it. From now on, I want a cup of vigor potion for breakfast every day, and you'll be the one to mix it."
After a moment of silence, he added, "You're not needed for breakfast unless, one day, you learn some cuisine."
English breakfast?
Absolutely not.
Harry smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Uncle Moon."
Seeing Moon return to the basement, Harry turned his head and looked at Lucifer on the stove.
"Mr. Lucifer, does that mean I can come over for breakfast every day?" Harry asked.
Lucifer was also caught off guard by Harry's question. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to figure out why Harry was concerned about this...
Shouldn't he be happy to learn potion recipes? Even though it's a low-level potion, it represents his official contact with magic.
This kid is only concerned about getting meals??
After a while, Lucifer nodded stiffly, saying weakly, "Uh... yes, I promise your breakfast."
After speaking, he hurried back into the fireplace, looking at Harry's back in the kitchen and sighing slightly.
People who haven't been loved are like this.
Even if you put a birthday cake in front of them on their birthday, they won't feel it's theirs.
Life~
After the sigh, Lucifer sank into the fire, stirring up a burst of dust that slowly floated into the sky through the fireplace duct.
On the other hand, Harry was unaware of what Lucifer was thinking. After cleaning the tableware, he removed curtains, pillowcases, sofa covers, and stuffed them into the washing machine.
Then he went outside the castle and set up a long clothesline on the edge of the cliff.
After cleaning, he carried the fabric and walked away. The curtain fabric was large, but fortunately, the flying broomstick also provided a handle. With one person holding one end, they hung it on the line.
Today the sunlight was excellent. Unlike London, there was no continuous drizzle here. After hanging everything, Harry looked up at the sky and felt a cheerful mood.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the corner of his eye. At first, he thought it was a flying bird, but as the black shadow gradually enlarged, he sensed that something was wrong.
A long and thick neck, along with a huge body and bat-like wings. Dragging behind it was not feathers but a long tail...
"Is that... a dragon??"
(End of this Chapter)
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