Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

"Master Ron, the lady is here..."

Ron frowned, his mind recalled the stepmother in the original owner's original body memory, the two were not biological mother and son, Eliza was married back to the territory by his father when he was ten years old, The two sides did not know much ....

In fact, deep down, Ron did not want to be involved with this stepmother.

After all, people who can talk to a mirror don't look normal, their strength is still too weak, or develop first as the best strategy.

"Ron, I heard the servant say, you forgot a lot of things after you woke up, and today the head of the Baron Sunflower Temple came to help you check your body..."

As he spoke, the door was pushed open, and Eliza stared at Ron in front of him wearing a brown-red dress.

Her brows furrowed and she said with some displeasure:

"Ron, as the heir of the barony, why did you eat breakfast so shabby?"

Wheat porridge, pickles, these foods are only eaten by the next person!

As the eldest son of a baron, you must pay attention to your noble demeanor in every word and deed.

Eliza looked at Ron with some displeasure.

Ron looked dazed and said,

"What do you mean by that?" I just think these are delicious, plus... Who are you?

Listen to the lady at the door, you are my mother?

Eliza's high bun shook, and looking at Ron's serious expression that didn't seem like a joke couldn't help but make her doubt her own speculation.

I thought that this amnesia was an excuse that Ron had woven to avoid punishment, after all, it was not a glorious thing to fight against the school rules in the Knight Academy, and now it seems that his stepson really has amnesia...

"It seems that the problem is a little serious, let the trouble go, as a devout disciple of the Sunflower, maybe you can help a little!"

The Roman priest walked out from behind Eliza.

Ron looked at each other curiously.

Based on his face, he could not accurately judge the age of the Roman sacrifice, but he only felt that the other party was at least forty or more.

The Roman priest wears a standard robe and stretches out the mark of the sunflower on the left chest with one hand.

A few obscure syllables whispered in his mouth.

Soon a milky white glow appeared around him, and Roman Priest stretched out his palm and pressed it on the back of Ron's head.

A gentle feeling enveloped the whole body, and the process lasted for almost a quarter of an hour.

Roman withdrew his palm and looked at Ron with regret.

Turning to Eliza

, he said, "Madame, under my detection, the young master's emotions are very simple, whether it is looking at the sunflower on my chest, or looking at you, and the maid outside the door, his emotions are as curious and innocent as a newborn baby..."

Hearing this, Eliza was a little incredulous:

"You mean, Ron really forgot most things?"

Roman Sacrifice nodded:

"Under the observation of the sunflower, anyone's emotions in the face of things are complex and changeable, and I can assure you on behalf of the altar!"

"Lady Eliza, please believe that as the chief of the only temple of the barony, the sunflower he believes in, and the backing of dozens of devout disciples, everything I say will be true."

Looking at the solemn appearance of the Roman sacrifice, Eliza was not good to ask too much.

"I understand Madame, Master Ron's amnesia may have hit you hard