Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 550 - 160: Daily Life and Compensation (Part 2)

Ian corrected Lupin’s address.

"No matter what new name you give me, it doesn’t change the fact that you threatened to turn me into a biological weapon. I think I already know why Dumbledore wants me to keep an eye on you." Lupin’s expression was very helpless; he found it difficult to evaluate Ian’s fantastic yet creepy imagination.

"There you go spouting nonsense again. I was merely writing a little fantasy essay in my diary, which you snooped through, associating yourself with it. I won’t say who’s more despicable." After preparing all the ingredients, Ian went to wash his hands.

"Oh, a little essay would put my face on your ’werewolf’?" Lupin was unmoved; he felt there wasn’t a word of truth in the little wizard’s mouth.

"I don’t know any other werewolves."

Ian responded confidently.

"You should be grateful that I’m a werewolf with a good temper. If other werewolves saw your so-called little essay, I don’t think they’d need any of the fantasy potion you imagined to tear you apart." Lupin seemed to be mocking Ian, but he was actually cautioning the little wizard in front of him.

He thought Ian wasn’t that bad of a person, just a kid with many bad ideas. After all, a little wizard who takes care of a group of younger siblings couldn’t be all that bad.

"That’s the kind of provocation I’d enjoy."

Ian chuckled lightly, then sneakily glanced at the doorway—Aunt Marilyn, responsible for cooking, was still out shopping for supplies and hadn’t come back.

This made the little wizard’s eyes light up instantly. He immediately planned to seize the opportunity to showcase his culinary skills, so he promptly put the segmented meat into cold water to start blanching.

"Today I’ll treat you to jelly fried chicken and vinegared blood duck!" Ian’s culinary skills weren’t top-notch, but they were decent. He had practiced in the kitchen of the little elves at Hogwarts. Level 3 [Culinary Skill] wasn’t his peak, but his creativity needed no words, as the house-elves were moved to tears when eating his creations.

Everyone cried from how delicious it was.

"Just hearing those names makes me want to start dieting." Lupin was somewhat skeptical that Ian intended to ruin the ingredients; what he saw seemed to be all the evidence he needed.

A bunch of seasonings that werewolves wouldn’t eat were brought out consecutively by the little wizard. Before Lupin could stop him, Ian had already started cooking. Helpless, Lupin had to resort to little tricks.

"What are you doing with the magic wand?"

Ian looked up to see Lupin holding a magic wand in the corner.

"Of course, regular maintenance and care."

Lupin calmly replied without changing his face. However, his unkempt appearance and worn-out wand told a different story about the credibility of his words.

"You wouldn’t be tattling again, would you?"

Ian felt like he had discerned the typical trait of a Gryffindor. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Marilyn came rushing in.

"I knew it! I knew it! I was wondering why I felt so uneasy before even reaching the courtyard gate!" Aunt Marilyn grabbed a large slotted spoon and started chasing the little wizard around the room.

"Damn!"

While running, Ian gave Lupin, who was watching gleefully, a secret middle finger. Lupin seemed oblivious, continuing to play the role of the silent, diligent character by focusing on cleaning duck feathers.

"Little Ian! You’re trying to sneakily cook good ingredients into slop for us to eat again!" Aunt Marilyn didn’t spare the little wizard any face.

Her voice carried a sense of lingering fear.

"No, I’m completely different now. I’ve been in school for a whole year, trained for a whole year. I’m confident in creating a dish surpassing General Tso’s chicken and orange chicken!"

Naturally, Ian’s protest didn’t win Aunt Marilyn’s trust.

"You went to school! Not a culinary academy! I’ve never heard that Hogwarts is a school of culinary arts!" Aunt Marilyn directly chased the little wizard, who had already paired the sauces, out. She was relieved to see that only the chicken and duck meat had been blanched with ginger and scallions.

"Cooking isn’t really that hard; I just want to make dishes that fit Western tastes." Ian leaned against the window outside, continuing to argue with Aunt Marilyn.

He wasn’t lying, for when he cooked common dishes, they always tasted a bit better than ordinary home cooking. After all, Level 3 [Culinary Skill] isn’t something to sneeze at.

"You should hurry back to your room and study what you’re supposed to study. I’ve told you many times; the dish isn’t tastier just because it looks more unusual!"

Aunt Marilyn was quite exhausted. She had previously taught Ian seriously how to cook, and with her supervision, Ian did well too. But the little guy’s mindset was hard to change; he was even more stubborn than a parrot she once owned. Over time, she dared not let Ian show off his skills unchecked.

"Then I’ll go back to school and cook for my classmates."

The little wizard threw a sentence and jumped off the windowsill. Hearing this statement, Lupin couldn’t help but twitch his eye, silently praying for the students of Hogwarts in his heart.

"How could such a bold guy be a Ravenclaw?"

He couldn’t help but ponder this question that many have had before in his mind.