I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The game, of course, ended with Lewis.

There was an episode, that is, Tifa was hungry all the time. When the score was 2 to 0, she returned to the office with confidence and ordered a beef stew with rice. She was eating happily when suddenly there were a few people who were close to her outside. Good upperclassmen knocking on the door.

"Who is it? Come in." Tifa didn't put down her rice bowl. She was really hungry.

"Assistant Tifa, it's bad..." the girl named Jody Milson said anxiously: "We lost... Professor Lockhart lost, Mountbatten made a comeback, and the score is now three to two. …”

Tifa was shocked when she heard this. In shock, she subconsciously said "Huh!" with a nasal voice. She flipped her hand and knocked the bowl upside down on the table. She stood up suddenly and pointed at Jodi tremblingly for a long time. No words were spoken.

Then, as if she remembered something, she laughed out loud and waved her hands as if she was nervous: "No way, absolutely impossible... They are only second-year students! Sophomores! How could they possibly beat..."

At this point, she also realized what to say and what not to say. Naturally, the less people knew about Polyjuice Potion pretending to be a fifth-grade classmate, the better - especially when a group of second-grade students actually had to shout Foreign aid, this kind of thing cannot be justified no matter how you say it. They are always the ones who are embarrassed.

She quickly grabbed her coat and put it on her body, without even bothering to eat, and hurried outside to find out.

After all, seeing is believing and hearing is believing.

As a result, they got the news of Lockhart's defeat, but fortunately, Louis was also a lazy guy and only needed Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the first and fourth years.

And Harry also encountered troubles of his own.

Even though he came out in the finale to win, the method of victory really makes people have to think about it.

After all, no serious wizard can speak Parseltongue.

From the moment he got off the duel stage, he felt that the people around him were staring at him and whispering - it's not his fault for being sensitive, those who were discussing in low voices were staring directly at him while whispering.

From time to time, he could hear words such as "Slytherins also speak Parseltongue", "The sign of a dark wizard", "This is too evil", which made Harry a little confused.

After Louis was announced as the winner, Harry left the auditorium early because Louis wanted to stay in the auditorium to talk to the professors.

For nothing else, the main reason was that the atmosphere in the auditorium was so weird, and Harry felt a little nervous about being stared at.

He and Ron walked out of the auditorium, with Hermione following hurriedly. When they went out, the senior students stepped back to both sides, as if they were afraid of getting something dirty.

Harry didn't understand what happened at all, as if he had gone from a savior that everyone admired to a street rat that everyone was talking about in an instant. Ron and Hermione didn't explain, they just dragged him along and prepared Louis' office to wait for him.

Since Catherine returned to the office first, they didn't need to wait. They could just go in and sit and wait.

Ron pushed Harry into a single sofa and asked with a hint of questioning in his tone: "Are you a Parseltongue? Why didn't you tell us?"

"I'm... what am I?" Harry obviously didn't realize what Parselmouth was, and he pointed at himself a little stupidly, like a silly goose.

"Parseltongue! You can talk to snakes!" Ron roared in a low voice, looking like he was not in a good mood.

It's not surprising that anyone who finds out that his friend can actually talk to snakes may not be able to accept it for a while.

Probably no one except Ron and Hermione can be so tolerant of him. Who makes them the iron triangle from Gryffindor?

It is well known that triangles are the strongest structures.

"I understand." Harry still looked careless: "It's not a big deal, it's not the first time I've done this - one time when I was at the zoo before enrolling, I accidentally put a The boa constrictor was released and almost bit my cousin Dudley. It's a long story. At that time, the boa constrictor told me that it was not from Brazil as the zoo notice said. In fact, it was not from Brazil. He has never been to Brazil."

"Of course...well, I didn't mean to do this. You guys know that. I didn't know what a wizard was at that time."

"A big python, tell you it has never been to Brazil?" Ron asked in a weak voice.

"What's the matter?" Harry looked indifferent: "It's not a big deal. I bet that many people here can do this..."

"Oh, my God, we can't do it..." Ron held his head, looking helpless: "This is an unusual skill, Harry, this is terrible..."

Harry was a little unhappy, and he said slightly angrily: "I said what's wrong with you all? If I hadn't let the snake attack that person in turn, I would have been the one who got hurt!"

As soon as Ron opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Catherine.

"Okay, Parseltongue is not exclusive to dark wizards. Mom and I can do it, so it's not a surprise." Catherine was holding two cups of hot cocoa in her hand, followed by Kristrasa, who was also holding two cups. .

Catherine walked over and handed Hermione a cup of hot cocoa. Ron and Harry also took the two cups from Krisstrasa's hand. For a moment, the heat from the cups dispelled a little of the haze in Harry's heart.

"Drink some hot cocoa, it will make you feel better." Catherine smiled gently and said to Harry: "Four - Potter, you have to know that this is not something to be sad about, but everyone is It’s just a misunderstanding caused by not understanding.”

You want to say four eyes - you want to say four eyes!

Harry still said hesitantly: "But, everyone's attitude today..."

"Dumbledore is also a Parselmouth." Catherine dispelled Harry's doubts with one sentence.

Harry's expression changed from worried to the original heartless giggle almost instantly.

"Thank you, Miss Worley." Harry thanked him with a silly smile.

"You should say thank you." Catherine's tone was unceremonious: "Look at these two children of yours, Mr. Weasley, the red one, and Miss Granger, the sea... Tsk, I don't even know what to say. How can I describe it well?"

She resisted the urge to call them "Red Squirrel" and "Miss Beaver."

I kept reminding myself in my heart that now that my status is different from the past, the professor's wife cannot be too casual...

After hearing Catherine's words, Hermione and Ron also had embarrassed looks on their faces. In the end, it was Hermione who spoke first: "Sorry, Harry, we didn't mean that..."

"That's right... we just, uh... I don't know how to describe it, anyway, I'm sorry." Ron hesitated at first, and then apologized generously after Hermione stepped on him.

"It's okay, it's a small matter." Harry also looked careless.

While chatting happily, the office door was opened, and Lewis walked in with a high-spirited look.

Seeing Catherine getting along quite happily with the little animals, Louis was not surprised. After all, he had asked what the situation was before. He smiled and handed the coat to Christasa and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"They're talking about Harry's Parseltongue." Catherine stretched out her hand to straighten his clothes: "How is it? What did the principal say?"

"What else can I say." Louis smiled innocently: "Professor Dumbledore found out that those senior classmates were impersonated, and forced Fudge into a corner because of this, and had to promise not to interfere with Huo Xing again. Gwartz thing.”

"The main thing is... he's a little too stupid. He actually transferred people from the Auror strikers. This is because he's afraid that everyone won't be able to make a real impact, right?"

"Those classmates are also the children of his loyal subordinates. There is nothing surprising about this." Louis patted Catherine's waist and asked: "By the way, you just asked Kristassa to I sent a message, what happened?"

"Oh... Mom said she misses us a little and wants us to go back for Christmas."

"It's true Solanlian, it's only been a few months..." Louis shrugged.

"But... Harry should be careful." Louis turned back to Harry and said, "I heard someone on the road just now saying that you are the descendant of Slytherin..."

"Huh? Me?" Harry pointed at me, his mouth wide open, looking in disbelief.

How can it be? How could he be the descendant of Slytherin? This is unscientific.

"My surname is Potter, and my surname is not Slytherin..." Harry said a little aggrievedly.

"Then my surname can't be Slytherin, right? My ancestors are German." Louis shrugged and told the truth.

"Humph, German!" Hermione wrinkled her nose cutely.

"If you don't know, you'd think you're from France, so you react so strongly to me." Louis was enjoying himself, when Vitaly bowed her head and walked out of the bedroom.

"Who's talking about the French?" Vitaly's eyes were unkind.

"They are saying that I am a German." Louis shrugged, and then he stretched out his foot to kick Vitaly's calf: "French girl, can you raise your hands and see?"

Vitali rolled her eyes at him and raised her hands in submission.

"Look, this is conquest." Louis smiled and showed off to the three little ones.

The three little ones all rolled their eyes.

"It's getting late, so we won't stay any longer." Hermione secretly pinched Ron, who was still silly, and pulled Harry to stand up: "Good night, Louise, Miss Worley, and Healy. Miss Akers."

"What about me?" Christasa asked aggrievedly, a little sad that she was forgotten by the three of them.

"Same for you, Krisstrasa." Hermione nodded and waved her hand: "Goodbye."

After the three little guys left the office, Christasa took out a custom-made nest for Tom and Jerry from her "Big Mac" pocket, a three-story bungalow with a seamless stretching spell inside. , both from the outside and the interior decoration are the best choices.

Tom and Jerry cheered and rushed into the three-story small villa like a whirlwind.

"It's snowing." Catherine looked at the falling snow outside the window and said this casually.

"Yeah, it's the season of white albums again..." Louis said with some emotion.

"White Album?" Catherine asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Louis explained to her in a serious manner: "It's a song released by the famous Japanese singer Yuki Morikawa six years ago... I like it very much, and I happened to have learned the music score. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Okay." Catherine happily sat down on the seat at Louis' desk.

Louis tidied up his clothes a little, sat down in front of the piano in style, tapped twice and pretended to be auditioning, and then, under the gaze of Catherine and the three daughters, he finished playing the song "White Album" smoothly. .

"It sounds so good." Vitali praised first, then asked hesitantly: "But... why do I feel a little stomachache?"

Lewis thought you just have a stomachache...

In the end, he did not tell the three people about the story behind "The White Album"...

Mainly because the story was long, tortuous and stomach-ache-inducing. Louis thought he had a bad stomach and couldn't bear this kind of torture.

There was a strong north wind all night, and when I got up the next day, I looked out the window on the third floor and saw that the whole world had turned into a world covered in silver.

Occasionally, there are a few owls that shuttle back and forth. This kind of raptor is not very afraid of the cold. Furthermore, thanks to the warm North Atlantic Current, the coldest winter in the Scottish Highlands is difficult to exceed minus 10 degrees Celsius.

Louis, who was lying in bed, didn't really want to get up. It was snowing so heavily today that herbal medicine class must not be possible. Sure enough, Draco sent a message to Christasa, saying that today's herbal medicine class was temporarily canceled.

Since there was nothing to do, Louis planned to stay in bed for a few more minutes.

The most important thing is that the senior's fragrant and soft body is the best pillow in the world, and he is reluctant to let go of it.

But after all, he had to eat. After resting for a while, Louis was asked by his classmates to build a snowman.

Very annoying! A group of singles...

But he still obeyed and left the office...

No one else, because when it comes to building a snowman, Catherine’s eyes are full of longing...

In fact, Dumbledore, who was so idle, stopped all classes today because the snow was too heavy.

But what does this heavy snow have to do with you taking classes indoors, asshole?

But none of the students raised objections - as long as there was no class, the students would definitely think it was a good thing. There would be no objections, unless they were the kind of hard-working people who could no longer take the exam.

Headmaster Dumbledore even proposed a snowman-building competition that would be judged that night—and an inter-house snowball fight the next day.

This completely ignited the enthusiasm of the students, especially Catherine, who looked at Louis with almost shining eyes, and the meaning in her eyes was definitely "Let's go build a snowman too."

Of course, making a snowman requires two live treasures. Louis called Tom and Jerry up. He put Jerry on his shoulders and led his big family out of the castle.