Chapter 242: Seriously Thinking of Disowning My Dad
Dylan silently put away the Christmas gift from his parents.
After a moment of silence, he looked up at Hubert and asked, "There aren't any other photos like this, right?"
Hubert chuckled heartily. "I've always felt that you were different from other kids since you were little—so mature and independent. So I thought, I must keep more photos of you from when you were little. That's why I took a few photos while you were asleep." Hubert gave him a sly wink and a grin.
Dylan: "...!"
He was completely speechless!
Although he had been conscious since birth, his body had, after all, grown from an infant's. There were many times he needed to be in a state of sleep. Perhaps it was because an adult's soul was housed in an infant's body, which made him more prone to sleep than an ordinary child. So when he was sleeping, it was very difficult to wake him up. If Hubert had really taken all sorts of bizarre photos of him while he was sleeping, he might not have known at all!
Damn it!
His dad had been scheming to get these embarrassing photos of him since so many years ago!
His fingers twitched. He felt the urge to cast a memory charm on Hubert, even if it meant disowning his own dad.
Just then, Hubert suddenly spoke. "I just wanted these photos to look back on when I get old. I don't think my smart, kind, and cute son would use his magic to lay a cruel hand on his own flesh and blood, would he?"
Seeing the sincere look on Hubert's face, Dylan's mouth twitched violently before a smile spread across his lips. "Dad, what are you talking about? How could I possibly do that to you? You're breaking my heart."
Hubert gave a knowing chuckle. "I knew my son was the second best in the world."
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "And who's the first?"
Hubert walked over to Maeve, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a hug. "Does that even need to be said? Of course, it's your mother."
Dylan let out a small, quiet laugh.
"Alright, let's eat quickly, or we'll have to reheat all the dishes again." Maeve gently pushed her husband away, then walked back into the kitchen to bring out more food.
This time, there was no famous English dish—"stargazy pie." Dylan was slightly relieved.
He glanced at the food on the table. There was a large roast turkey. Honestly, the turkey didn't taste that great. In the past, they would have eaten roast goose, but ever since Americans popularized the tradition, the English had followed suit and swapped the goose for a turkey. And not just any turkey. If it were a normal roasted chicken, it would actually taste quite good, but a turkey… all you could really say was that it was edible.
While his wife was in the kitchen, Hubert leaned toward Dylan and asked, "Son, where's your little owl? And where did that little black cat go?"
Dylan was startled, then realized his dad was asking about Coal Ball and Luna. "They're in my pocket space."
"Pocket space?" Hubert's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! Can I get one too? When your mom and I travel, carrying around so many bags and suitcases is a real hassle."
Dylan's mouth twitched. "Dad, do you want the Ministry of Magic to put a 'wanted' sign out for your son?"
Hubert blinked. "Is it that serious?"
Dylan looked him straight in the eye. "Isn't it?"
In truth, he could give his parents a small storage ring or something similar with an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. But if they were ever discovered, it would cause a lot of trouble. Still, since his dad had brought it up, giving his parents a space ring with a few more protective charms on it shouldn't be a problem.
"Well, never mind then, it's just a pocket space. I'm not that bothered by it," Hubert muttered.
Just then, Maeve walked over, having overheard their conversation. She shot her husband a slightly scolding look. "Why are you asking our son to do something so dangerous? That Ministry of Magic, whatever it's called, is very strict about this kind of thing. We don't have magic, so we shouldn't be a burden on our son!"
"I didn't say I wanted to be a burden on our son..." Hubert quickly adopted a pleading expression, afraid his wife would be mad at him.
Dylan rubbed his chin. "If you really want a pocket space, Dad, I can actually make one for you. It's something I can do myself."
"Oh! Really?" Hubert's eyes immediately lit up.
"Of course. Do you think your son would lie?" Dylan nodded.
But Maeve frowned. "Is that a good idea, Dylan? Didn't you say..."
Hubert also reigned in his excitement. "That's right, let's just forget about it if it's too risky."
Dylan shook his head. "There is a risk, but as long as you don't openly use the pocket space in front of a bunch of people to take out your things, it won't be a problem."
"As long as no one else sees you, it's not a violation of Ministry of Magic laws—they don't have a rule saying wizards can't give their families helpful items."
"I'll add some charms to the space bag or ring to minimize the possibility of others accidentally seeing you. Even if they do, my charms will influence their minds."
Maeve was still hesitant. "This..."
But Dylan just said, "It's decided. It's not like I haven't given you magical items before. Did you forget about those jade bracelets and rings I asked you to wear? And all those little items I asked you to keep close to you, those were all little gadgets I made with magic."
Seeing his son so determined, Hubert gave a happy chuckle. "In that case, we'll leave it to you, son."
Dylan nodded. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'll just make a space ring."
"That way, it'll be easier for you to wear and use."
"Great! Great!" Hubert rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I just wonder when your dad will get this little toy in his hands..."
"Before I go back to school." Dylan rolled his eyes. "You're not that impatient, are you, Dad?" He glanced at Hubert. "Unless you want to take Mom on another trip during Christmas break and leave me alone at home again?"
Caught in the act, Hubert laughed awkwardly. "How could you say that..."
"How couldn't I? Every time I come home, I only see you for the first few days, and then you're gone." Dylan said testily.
"Ahem! Maybe you just wake up too late. We get up early, and when we see you're still sleeping, we just go out for a stroll," Hubert tried to defend his reputation as a dad.
Watching the father and son bicker, Maeve shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry, Dylan. Your dad and I aren't planning on going anywhere this Christmas."
"Really?" Dylan said suspiciously.
"Of course!" Hubert said immediately. "I never intended to take your mom anywhere this time!"
Dylan narrowed his eyes. "Actually, Dad, you wanted to say that you haven't figured out where to take Mom, have you? You've been to all the good places, so now you'd have to travel even farther to find a new spot?"
How did this kid know that? Hubert was at a loss for a reply. This little rascal was getting harder and harder to fool!
Dylan sighed, drooping his eyes. "If you two really want to go out in a couple of days, just go ahead. I probably won't stay home the whole time anyway. I have some things I need to go out and do."
Hubert blinked, staring at Dylan intently, then said, "Oh! So it was you who wanted to go out and gallivant? You were just trying to get us to leave first. That's not cool! You could have just told us!"
Dylan: "..."
Dylan was too lazy to answer his silly dad's question. Instead, he rolled his eyes and prepared to dig into his food. He had been on a train all day, and he was really hungry.
He beckoned, and instantly, Luna and Coal Ball appeared.
"Moo?" Coal Ball lunged forward, almost falling into the food. Dylan was quick, grabbing the little guy by the scruff of the neck.
"Moo!" Seeing Dylan, Coal Ball wiggled its body excitedly.
Hubert saw the little guy and made a few kissing sounds. "Come here."
Coal Ball turned its head and looked at Hubert. They were all old friends. Coal Ball didn't resist Hubert's call. It knew this person was its master's father. It couldn't afford to offend him.
"This little cat is so well-behaved."
Dylan clicked his tongue, and didn't correct his parents' mistaken impression of Coal Ball. There was no need for them to know what kind of creature Coal Ball really was. They could just keep thinking it was a cat.
"Chirp, chirp!" Luna also flew to the table, tilting her big head. Dylan had fed her so well that she was no longer small. Compared to a normal owl, she was more than one size bigger. After all, Dylan would occasionally give her some of the food he used to feed his dragon. The nutrition was excellent.
"Let Mom get you some turkey."
Dylan, having the remnant spirit of the Magic-Devouring Curse, could understand the language of owls. And whether it was a snowy owl or another type of eagle owl, they were essentially all owls. Therefore, by sacrificing the soul of a nearly-dying owl, Dylan could communicate with most owls.
Hearing this, Luna didn't flap her wings. Instead, she hopped across the table to Maeve and opened her beak.
Maeve looked at the plump little creature and was stunned, then she smiled. "Does it want me to feed it?"
Dylan nodded. "Yes, just tear off some turkey meat for it. It's not like we're going to eat all of this anyway—and it's not that good."
Luna tilted her head, glancing at her master, but her eyes were fixed on the big, tempting turkey on the platter. She kept her mouth open, not moving.
Maeve smiled and used a fork and knife to cut off a piece of turkey leg meat.
"You don't need to give it the leg meat. The leg is the only decent part of this turkey. Give it some from another part."
Luna immediately turned her head and chirped in protest, "Chirp, chirp! (I want to eat this part, only this part!)"
Dylan pursed his lips.
Maeve smiled gently. "It's alright. There's still so much. Just let it have a little."
Hubert also began cutting up turkey meat for Coal Ball. However, he didn't cut any of the leg meat. He cut off a piece from the breast. It was stringy and they wouldn't eat it anyway, so it was better to give it to the animals.
Coal Ball watched Hubert's movements, then looked at Luna, who was waiting with her mouth open. It gave Dylan a pitiful glance. But Dylan just looked ahead, pretending not to see.
Coal Ball: ( •́ ∧ •̀ )!
After the Huberts had cut up the meat for the two pets, Maeve poured a drink for Dylan. It was a glass of orange juice. She poured red wine for herself and Hubert.
"Mom, I can have some red wine, too..." Dylan was about to say that she didn't need to be so considerate of him. It wasn't like they hadn't shared a glass of red wine before.
But Hubert chimed in, "This is leftover from a while ago. If we don't drink it soon, it'll go bad. No one else at home drinks it, so you should just drink it quickly."
Dylan: "..."
Coal Ball blinked and let out a small, low chuckle. But as if afraid Dylan would scold it, it quickly held back its laugh and lowered its head to chew on the turkey meat in its bowl.
Hmm... it actually tastes pretty good!
Dylan glared at Coal Ball and forced a smile. "Alright then—Mom, Dad, Merry Christmas?" He raised his cup.
Hubert and Maeve also raised their glasses. "Merry Christmas, son!"
The three of them clinked glasses and took a sip.
Maeve then said, "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. This orange juice is from a new bottle we just bought today. We didn't like the leftover orange juice at home, so we had the nanny throw it away a long time ago."
Dylan hummed in response, nodding, and started eating.
It was already evening. The sky outside was dark, but there was plenty of light. It was decorated for Christmas, and snowflakes were falling. The Christmas atmosphere was very strong.
After dinner, Maeve was about to clean up the dishes. But Dylan used a spell to clean everything up.
"No need to bother, Mom. I'll do it."
Having seen Dylan use magic before, Maeve didn't insist. The dishes they had eaten from didn't even need to be washed. One spell and they became perfectly clean, and another spell sent them flying back to the kitchen to be neatly stacked.
"It's so convenient!" Hubert exclaimed. "I wish your mom and I could do that too!"
Dylan pursed his lips. "You don't need those kinds of spells. Don't you have a nanny? You only have to clean up during the holidays, and I'm here anyway."
"Yeah, okay, okay~ It was just a thought."
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