Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

"good idea!"

This was not said by Cassandra, but by Hermione on the side.

Gradually integrated into the small atmosphere composed of three young people, and gradually adapted to the particularity of Ricardo.

"I once read in a book that there is a delicious ingredient in Central Continent called hot pot, and the best ingredient in hot pot is dog meat. Although I don't know how your meat is, I think it should be good!"

The top student said matter-of-factly.

He put his hand on the back of the boy's head and rubbed it randomly. The hair was as smooth as the Labrador he had touched, and it had a very comfortable texture.

There was still a wicked smile on his lips.

Hermione has never been a good child, she just pretends to be mature in front of adults, teachers, and classmates, but when she encounters the trigger of turning bad, she will turn on the clever ghost mode.

as it is now.

"I also agree with this. Why don't you sacrifice yourself, brother? Sister, please do it gently. It won't hurt."

He got up from his younger brother's lap and pinched his cute little face. It was tender and supple. He was worthy of being a southern boy from Middle-earth. His skin was fairer than the two girls, and his texture made even Cassandra jealous.

No makeup is needed to achieve this level of hydration.

So, it’s better to slice such good meat!

Cassandra stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, looking at the blood vessels on Ricardo's neck, where the meat was the most tender.

Instead of using a red oil pan, just use a clear soup pot, add a small piece, and it will be cooked in eight seconds.

"Sister, do you really have the heart to eat your lovely brother?"

This look...

Ricardo was sure that his sister was definitely thinking of eating him.

He said pitifully, blinking his eyes pretending to be pitiful, with a Shiba Inu aggrieved expression on his face.

"Of course my sister can't bear to eat her brother."

You looked at the little face, pinched it with your thumb and index finger, just like the Shiba Inu's cheek, and rubbed it in your hand.

Cassandra smiled evilly.

"But for the poor little dog that no one wants, I still like to eat it once and try it."

Poor little dog that feels great.

He looked down at the humble brother in front of him with sarcastic eyes. Just now he dared to put his sister on his lap, maybe he was tired of living.

You know, only sister has the absolute initiative!

If my sister wants to hug him, she can hug him. If she wants to eat him, she can eat him. Brother and dog have no human rights!

"Then my sister wants me."

"My sister wants me, so I'm not a puppy that no one wants."

Rubbing Cassandra's belly with her little head.

In the past, Ricardo liked to put his brain in this position during naps, feeling the warmth of his mother's womb and the sense of security being cared for by his sister.

It's my sister's little dog.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

With a silly little look, Cassandra's cold and charming expression was ruined, and she couldn't help but smile, but it was a little uglier than usual.

The sister who looks good only when she has a straight face will break down when she smiles.

"Hmph, the little dog is so good, let's eat."

Pat your head and pamper your silly dog.

No, it’s the stupid brother.

Anyway, Cassandra only allowed the other party to do this to her. Her sister's only plaything was her brother. This was the truth.

Everything within the range of the wand is the truth!

Whoever was dissatisfied or opposed, Kassandra could only reluctantly wave her wand, and then cast a weather spell to take away everyone present.

……

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's villa.

The super magician Ron Black Magic Cavalry (elder brother who rides a horse) is sitting together with the snake-destroying swordsman Neville Basta Breda (elder brother who slays dragons).

Ron dealt with the steaks and chicken legs, while Neville focused on the apple pie.

"Your mother's cooking is delicious."

Neville's mouth was covered in grease, and the sauce stuck to the bottom of his nostrils, drawing the shape of a beard.

"Well, it's because Percy makes her look good, so she prepares such a sumptuous dinner. If she replaces it with her usual dinner, a plate of curry stew would be pretty good."

With his mouth stuffed full of beef and chicken, Ron used his flexible tongue to maintain normal speech without using his teeth or mouth.

Although the food looks ugly.

Over there, Mrs. Weasley was staring at Ron with a stern look. She was holding the chicken leg with one hand and picking up the steak with a fork with the other hand. She looked like a mother who usually abused her young son.

Although George and Fred liked to talk during meals, they always talked quietly while bumping heads, not like Ron.

The only thing he was satisfied with was that Percy was sitting next to him. As a prefect of Gryffindor, he was favored by Professor McGonagall. He could also be recognized by his juniors as an outstanding senior.

The children who came today looked at the medal on Percy's chest with envious eyes the whole time.

Mrs. Weasley was extremely happy about this.

If Professor McGonagall were to choose a student, his proudest son Percy would definitely be the first choice, and no one else would be qualified except him.

"See, as long as she looks at Percy, she will straighten her back and show a proud smile. Every time I see this scene, I want to...(eat steak)"

"(eating chicken legs)..."

Ron munched on the meat and expected to gain some weight again when he went back tonight, but there was farm work every day during the summer vacation, such as driving away the garden gnomes.

You will still lose weight, right?

"If I also have these medals, so many honors, and am a prefect of Gryffindor, will my mother prefer me more?"

Try your best to swallow the meat, and then say the second half of the sentence.

Without George and Fred's interesting ideas, and without Percy's cleverness, he couldn't even find a direction despite his efforts.

Ron was a little discouraged. No one could play his best trick, wizard chess, with him.

"I also want to have many medals and many honors, so my parents will be very happy."

If they are happy, will they wake up?

Neville didn't know, he just hoped that he could go to the hospital tomorrow, wear a wizard's robe, hold the Hogwarts admission notice, and tell his parents lying in bed.

Maybe he'll wake up.

Always have hope, right?

Go ahead and pick up the apple pie and eat it in small bites, it’s delicious food.

……

The story does not start from one person's perspective, nor does it end with one person's farewell.

"What should my wand look like?"

Compared to being busy during the day, Ricardo preferred evening, where he could enjoy the quietness, read the books he wanted to learn, and learn the knowledge he wanted.

There is a row of inscriptions in front of me. I already understand the burning method, but I need to think more about how to use it on my wand.

This is not a pig farm's magic wand. Just add some special effects and create an effect and you can use it.

Moreover, instead of using Central Continent trees such as locust, peach, and sycamore wood as materials, dragon whiskers and phoenix feathers can be used for the core of the staff.

Wands shouldn't be so casual.

Ricardo frowned, and various plans emerged in his mind to decide on the wand he used, and how to make it have multiple effects so that he could use magic without learning spells.

"Brother, why don't you rest?"

Wearing a green thin shirt and pajamas, the suspenders were fixed on the shoulders, exposing the white shoulders, which were reflected by the swaying lights.

Cassandra walked behind the boy, placed her hands on his Qingming point, and massaged it gently.

As a sister.

"Sister, please rest first. I want to see these inscriptions again."

With the corner of his eye, he glanced at the door, and half of the corner of the pillow was exposed. Hermione was there.

Ricardo reached out and held the hands at Qingming Point.

Restraining her massage.

"Just for a moment, look at it for a while."

There was no need to visit Professor McGonagall's villa tonight, but siblings were still not allowed to sleep together, and Hermione wanted to rest with Cassandra, saying that she wanted to ask some girly topics.

Having been so strongly requested, Ricardo could not continue to sleep with Cassandra.

A return to the past.

In the past, I was busy doing things I liked until I was tired, and I could just fall on the bed and rest.

I heard the footsteps of my sister leaving, and the door closed.

Because they just moved in today, the Woley family's villa has not been arranged to be taken care of. Moreover, as a truly aristocratic family, the Woley family is in charge of a dedicated housekeeper, not a house elf.

"Let's think about the wand."

Ricardo sat back in his chair and thought carefully about what his own wand should look like. Based on the appearance, he selected the functions he needed and matched them with the inscriptions.

"A complete set of weather-type inscriptions. There is no need to worry about compatibility, but I want to make this wand and achieve the effect like turning a book..."

"Turn over the book...one page per page...the inscription is burned on one piece of paper..."

"Same as an ordinary wand... but with my own characteristics..."

"What if it's not a wand?"

Like a wand, but not a wand.

The square shape can be held in the hand and can be opened like a book. It can achieve a shrinking effect through a mechanism. After opening, the corresponding inscription can be used.

Folded and folded, bookish.

Ricardo had already thought of what kind of magic wand to make, no, to be precise, it was a metal product.

"But I have only seen ones made of bamboo and wood, but never ones made of metal. That thing is a type of weapon and has been lost for a long time."

Also holding it in hand, why does it have to be a wand, why can't it be a fan.

An iron fan.

When all the fan blades are opened, all the desired inscriptions are activated at the same time. Unlike the single-shot spells of other wands, the iron fan with an open screen can release multiple spells.

This is a concept that Ricardo wanted to complete.

"Let's try it first."

"I have the summer vacation anyway."

To restore the production of an iron fan, you must design the structure of the fan blades and fan bones, and abandon the structure of the magic wand that you know.

If, the existing magic wand technology is to turn a wooden rod into a cylinder.

Then, the magic wand that Ricardo planned to make was made with the measurement unit of "silk", and the appearance, shape, and assembly all had to be extremely precise.

It is square and square, and has a balanced weight. It opens the screen and closes the fan in one go, ensuring that every magic point is brought into play, and the recording is finally completed.

"Be prepared to stay up all night."

Opening his eyes, he recovered from his head-up position, cleared the table in front of him, and took out the inscription that his sister Cassandra had brought to him.

If this iron fan is made, it will combine a magic prop with a magic wand, and metal wands will become a thing of the past at that moment.

“We must admit that if we want to move towards a farther future, we still rely on industry.”

Wizards abandoned industry as old, cumbersome, and useless.

Ricardo prepared to pick it up.