Into The Multiverse

Chapter 11 - Sorting

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(Damien's POV)

Damien: What *huff* are you *huff* doing, here *huff* Hermione?

I asked her as she sat on the ground, reading "Hogwarts: A History" while watching me do my Daily Quest.

Hermione: I'm here to tell you facts about Hogwarts, in case we get questioned during the Sorting. 

Damien: I *huff* see, *huff* but can we do this *huff* later? I'm *huff* kinda busy.

Hermione: *pouts* But you are always busy! 

Damien: Well, *huff* I'm preparing for *huff* Hogwarts. *stands up* I recommend you to *huff* train for it too. You may never know when you'll *huff* need it.

Hermione: ... Don't want to. I'll get too tired to study later.

Damien: *rolls eyes* Well, I doubt you'll get in danger as long as I'm there to protect you anyways. 

I said as I grabbed my water bottle and drank its contents.

Hermione: Thanks for that, now as I was saying, I'm going to put information about Hogwarts into your brain later, so don't be busy.

Damien: Sigh... alright, alright.

It's been 2 weeks since the Grangers let me live in their house. And in my opinion, they are the best. To repay them a little, I started to cook for their meals, which they immediately accepted after tasting my food.

(Flashback)

I was cooking bacon and eggs with toast when Mrs. Granger came to the kitchen. I noticed her walking to me as I apologized.

Damien: Sorry for using the kitchen without your permission, Mrs. Granger. I wanted to cook breakfast for all of you seeing that you have a busy day ahead.

Mrs. Granger: Why thank you, Damien. It smells delicious. Where did you learn how to do this?

Damien: I learned it myself. I live alone so I had to make my own food. 

Mrs. Granger: I see.

I finished cooking and plated the breakfast before carrying the dishes to the dining table.

Mr. Granger: Morning, dear. Oh, and morning, Damien. How was your sleep?

Damien: It was alright, sir.

I didn't actually sleep. I was training my Magecraft all night.

Mr. Granger: *smells the food* Wow, this smells delicious. Great job as always, Jean.

Mrs. Granger: Oh, it wasn't me, dear. It was all Damien.

Mr. Granger: Really? This smells amazing, kiddo. Thanks.

Damien: No problem, sir. Just enjoy the food.

Not long after, Hermione walks down the stairs, rubbing her eye. She sat down on the dining chair and took a bite as her eyes widened.

The adults took their bites and were completely surprised by the taste of the food.

Damien: *smirks* So... how is it?

Mrs. Granger: I need you to teach me how to cook like this!

Damien: *smiles* I can. Though, I need some Asian ingredients to maximize my cooking skills.

Mr. Granger: We need to get them.

Damien: *chuckle* 

Hermione: How do you cook so well?