The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

Dral lowered his eyelids and looked at Qili who was looking at him nervously at the table. After thinking for a moment, he spoke to him.

"Why can't you understand?" As he spoke, he picked up the coffee on the side and took a sip.Chili, who was standing, pursed his lips and looked at Dral holding the cup.

Seeing Qili's eyes, Dral raised his eyebrows slightly. "What, what's wrong with the coffee?"

"No, Mr. Dellal."

"Oh? What is that?"

Finally, he seemed to have figured out something and looked directly at Delal. "Mr. Delal, coffee is not suitable for your age and may be bad for your health."

He stopped pouring coffee into his mouth and turned his gaze to stare at Qili who was looking at him seriously.

"Oh? You are really special." Qili continued regardless of his expression.

"Why can't you understand?" He put down his coffee and started eating his breakfast.

Not being scolded or hit by Dral, Chili, who was already very nervous, shrugged his shoulders and slowly put them down, with joy in his eyes.

Through his own ability, Delal felt the joy in the heart of the little guy next to him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"That's right, that's right, I'm cooking here because I like cooking, because I like it. I will feel happy to cook delicious things, but." Having said this, he looked around and saw no other elves. Looking at himself, he leaned slightly closer and whispered.

"I think they think that serving others is a very honorable thing. Even if you are maimed or injured, it is very honorable. It's very strange."

"Sir, don't you think this behavior is strange?"

"Why is it weird?" He forked a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth along with the bread. "You are creatures created by wizards. Service is not given to you by your creator."

"Wow, it tastes really delicious." He forked another piece and put it in his mouth.

"Besides, aren't you also serving others by cooking delicious food?"

His eyebrows were tied into a small knot, and Qili's big ears were tangled up and down.

"But that's different."

"What's the difference? They all serve people."

"But Qili cooks delicious food because he wants to feel the pleasure of others." Qili, who didn't know how to describe it, began to have an eager look on his face.

"Furthermore, the food that my husband eats is made by me, the coffee is also cultivated by me, the bacon is smoked by myself, and the bread and eggs are all cultivated by Qili alone. Because he wants to make more delicious food, Qili is so Be serious about preparing and cooking.”

"It's not for anyone, it's for everyone to enjoy it better!"

Delal stopped what he was doing and looked at Chili's eager look and his hands tightly grasping the edge of the table. That eagerness to express a different mentality made Delal, who was only slightly interested, feel slightly moved. .

Looking at Qili quietly, Duck stopped the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Qili and Delal, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, he hesitated to speak, but when he saw When Delal looked into his own eyes, he curled his lips helplessly and then stared at the two people in front of him.

"Qili, do you have a family you belong to?" After looking at it for a while, Dral asked him softly.

Hearing Delal's question, Chili, who was originally looking anxious, seemed to react and looked at his hands, wiped them quickly, took two steps back, rubbed his hands nervously and said.

"No, sir."

"I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean to."

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