Is that a dragon??

Chapter 7: Is That… a Dragon??

"Mmm..."

Mu En pushed himself up groggily. After shaking his head to clear it, he noticed Harry staring at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Uncle Mu En... you... you..." Harry stammered, pointing at Mu En, unable to articulate his words.

Mu En touched his face, feeling the fluffy fur, and sighed.

"This is my curse," he said helplessly.

"Curse?" Harry suddenly remembered that Uncle Mu En had mentioned the Moonpetal Flower was related to his curse.

"That's right, the kind you're thinking of. This curse turned my face into a cat's and made me very weak," Mu En explained. He then stood up and checked the time, realizing it was only seven in the morning.

Grumble~

Harry's stomach suddenly growled, making him feel a bit embarrassed.

"Can you cook?" Mu En turned and asked.

Harry quickly nodded, "A little bit."

Mu En nodded and headed upstairs, "Just make something simple to eat. I'm going to wash up. Lucifer, please draw me some hot water."

Harry nodded quickly. Seeing Mu En head upstairs, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Give me the eggshells, thank you," Lucifer suddenly popped out from the stove, saying unexpectedly.

"Okay, Mr. Lucifer."

The sound of water could be heard from upstairs. Half an hour later, as Harry placed a signature English breakfast on the table, Mu En's footsteps sounded.

He was wearing a pair of perfectly pressed khaki trousers and an avocado-colored knit sweater. The fur on his cat-like face was still a bit damp.

"What do you want to do today?" Mu En asked.

"Let's start by washing the curtains, sofa covers, and cushion covers," Harry said after thinking for a moment, then looked at Mu En, "Does Uncle Mu En have any plans?"

Mu En shook his head, having no objections. As long as the child had a general idea of cleanliness was enough.

Ordinary people couldn't imagine how much stuff could be piled up in a messy castle. Even though Harry had worked from noon to night yesterday, he had only managed to make the living room somewhat presentable.

Perhaps for a very, very long time in the future, he would still be busy with cleaning here.

Just do it, and you won't complain.

"Come over after breakfast," Mu En said. He finished breakfast first, poured the leftovers to Lucifer, and then went into the basement. After a moment, he carried out a set of glass equipment and placed it in the kitchen.

Seeing this, Harry quickly devoured his meal, finishing in a flash. He cleared the plates and entered the kitchen.

"Uncle Mu En, what is this?"

"A siphon brewer," Mu En explained, then took out several jars from under the cabinet.

Mu En had Harry place the plates in the sink. He first picked up a white jar, opened it, revealing short segments of root. He explained, "These are Mandrake Root segments. Mandrake has many magical effects and is useful in many potions, including those for physical properties, mental effects, and even sexual enhancement. It's a kind of all-purpose herb."

As he spoke, Mu En filled the kettle with water and put the Mandrake Root in it, then placed it on the stove.

"Put the Mandrake Root in cold water. You only need one root for a kettle of water."

Harry watched Mu En's actions carefully, not daring to look away for a moment. Mu En explained the theory as he worked.

In the other jars were Sage Stem and Lemon Balm.

After waiting for a few minutes, the Mandrake Root water in the kettle began to boil. Harry glanced at it and was surprised to see that the water boiled from the dull gray roots was purple.

Then, under Harry's gaze, he poured the water into the siphon brewer to begin the extraction. The purple Mandrake water boiled and siphoned to the top. After interacting with the Sage Stem, it gradually turned green.

Pouring out the siphoned green liquid, Mu En then added the Lemon Balm.

"Uncle Mu En, what is this?"

"Energy Potion, a type of potion."

Mu En stirred. By this point, the two cups of liquid had turned a vibrant green, reminding Harry of the tender shoots of grass in early spring, green with a hint of pale white.

"Is this a potion? It feels like making tea..."

"Nonsense, I've already pre-processed the ingredients, and this is just the most basic potion. Otherwise, what would it be like?" Mu En shook his head and handed Harry a cup.

Harry took a small sip, and a faint bitter taste exploded on his taste buds.

Ugh...

He immediately frowned, but what followed was a refreshing scent, like a grassy field after a gentle rain. At the same time, his mind felt as if it had been cleared by a gentle breeze.

He felt as if he had slept until he woke up naturally, then stretched lazily towards the rising sun.

"Potions aren't as difficult as you think. To be precise, the entire magic system isn't that difficult," Mu En said, taking a sip of the Energy Potion.

"It's all about relying on reality, using magic power as a medium to change the world."

Under Harry's earnest gaze, Mu En leaned against the bar, extended his hand, and various forces surged in his palm – blazing flames, flowing water, or green, wind-like energy.

"Whether it's water, fire, life, or potions, alchemy, formations, and spells. In essence, they all fall within this basic logic."

Magic Power is like a universal key. And the laws of the world are an intricate maze formed by countless interwoven threads.

"As long as we find the right path, we can use Magic Power to influence changes in the laws, making them usable by Wizards."

Harry listened intently, not daring to lose focus for a moment.

Mu En clenched his palm, and all changes vanished. He stood up and said lazily, "That's enough for now. From tomorrow on, I want a cup of Energy Potion every breakfast, prepared by you."

After a moment of silence, he added, "You don't need to be here for breakfast, unless you learn some new cuisines someday."

An English breakfast?

Really not good.

Harry smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Uncle Mu En."

Seeing Mu En return to the basement, Harry turned his head to look at Lucifer on the stove.

"Mr. Lucifer, does Uncle Mu En mean I can come over for breakfast every day?"

Lucifer was also stumped by Harry's question. His mouth opened and closed, and he couldn't understand why Harry's focus was on this...

Shouldn't he be happy about learning a potion recipe? Although it was a very low-level potion, it meant he could officially engage with magic.

This was already considered the work of a magic apprentice. In his previous world, how many people wanted to give money to Wizards to take their children as apprentices, but never had the chance?

This child was only concerned about whether he'd be fed??

After a long while, Lucifer nodded stiffly and said weakly, "Uh... yes, your breakfast is covered."

With that, he darted back into the fireplace. Looking at Harry's back in the kitchen, he sighed softly.

This is what happens to people who have never been loved.

Even if you put a cake in front of them on their birthday, they wouldn't feel like it was theirs.

Life, indeed.

After his sigh, Lucifer sank back into the hearth fire, stirring up a cloud of dust that slowly drifted into the sky through the chimney.

Meanwhile, Harry had no idea what Lucifer was thinking. After washing the tableware, he took down the curtains, pillowcases, and sofa covers, and stuffed them into the washing machine.

Then he went out of the castle again and set up a long clothesline by the cliff.

After the items were washed, he carried the fabric outside. The curtain fabric was large, and luckily, the Flying Broomstick lent a hand. One person and one stick managed to hang it on the line.

The sun was very good today, unlike London with its continuous rain. After hanging the laundry, Harry looked up at the sky, feeling a sense of relief.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in his peripheral vision. At first, he thought it was a bird, but as the shadow grew larger, he realized something was wrong.

A long, thick neck, a huge body, and bat-like wings. And what trailed behind it wasn't feathers, but a long tail...

"Is that... a Dragon??"