Chapter 244: Does He Have a Grudge Against Dumbledore?
The next morning, Kyle rubbed his head and sat up in an antique four-poster bed, blinking groggily as he took in the unfamiliar room around him. After a moment, he remembered—he was in Paris, at Nicolas Flamel's house.
"Would you like some breakfast, my lord?" a high-pitched voice called from the far side of the room.
It was a House-elf wearing a pair of little goggles.
"Tata?" Kyle recalled. That was the House-elf's name.
"Yes, honored guest... Tata is very honored you remember my name."
Unlike the typically timid House-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, Tata seemed much more self-assured. Dressed in a neat, well-fitting outfit, Tata looked more like a proper butler from an old manor than a House-elf. But, like the others, Tata was a bit over-enthusiastic.
As soon as Kyle sat up, Tata rushed over with an array of toiletries and breakfast items, setting them all down with practiced efficiency. Steak, sausage, bread, French foie gras, a selection of French soups... the table was practically overflowing, enough to feed a small army.
"That's plenty! I can't eat all of this!" Kyle quickly said, pushing a few dishes aside as he grabbed a warm towel from the nearby tray to wipe his face. "By the way, what happened yesterday? And why am I sleeping here?"
His head still felt a bit foggy. He vaguely remembered being invited to Flamel's house, meeting Fleur and Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons, but the rest was a blur. He had no idea why he'd spent the night here.
"My noble guest, you drank some rather... strong water yesterday and fell asleep," Tata explained. "The master asked me to bring you here to rest."
"Strong water?" Kyle repeated, frowning as faint memories resurfaced, though still blurry.