I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Poisoning Solanlian... No, feeding her canary biscuits will have to be put off later. The top priority now is to get the ball well done.

Today's dinner was extremely sumptuous. Since the weather is relatively cold now, the house elves made a series of hot stews. Louis especially liked the potato stew.

To be honest, this potato stew is his favorite. Fatty and lean pork meat is cut into cubes and stewed with potatoes into a puree-like soup. He scoops a spoonful of it and puts it in his mouth, which makes his mouth full of happiness. As a Serisian in his previous life, Louis still mastered the core skill - tearing the bread into pieces and eating them with soup, which was so satisfying.

"Look at you, eat slowly, and no one will compete with you..." Catherine lovingly took out a handkerchief and wiped the food on Louis' face, "Really, I find that you don't care more and more every year. etiquette."

"To hell with etiquette." Louis shrugged, "The so-called etiquette is just to cover up some of my own shortcomings. Look at my aunt holding a goblet when tasting wine. Would anyone say that this is not etiquette? ?”

He was indeed not arranging for his aunt. The old lady often caught something and stuffed it into her mouth. The last time she went to Buckingham Palace, she saw her aunt holding an apple in her hand and gnawing it angrily.

Yes, he didn't go to Buckingham, there weren't that many gentlemen.

When Louis eats apples, he usually has them peeled first. If he eats them directly, his gums will often bleed for no apparent reason. So he would never eat a whole apple unless necessary.

Of course, apples are neither rice nor medicine, and there is no need to eat them.

Just after eating two pieces of bread, Louis heard Hermione calling him. Turning around, he saw that she was holding Harry and Ron standing behind her, beckoning him to go out.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked in confusion. He saw that Harry and Ron were equally confused.

"You'll know when we get there." Hermione looked very happy and in high spirits, even though she was not so happy after picking up the money.

Ron curled his lips and asked hummingly: "What's wrong with you? You're so happy. It looks like you ate bees... you ate honey..."

He and Louis learned this sentence, but halfway through saying it, he felt something wasn't right - if he said it all, Hermione would have to kill him.

Of course, Louis did not invent this sentence by himself, he learned it from the brigade commander.

It was obvious that something was wrong along the way. Hermione was taking the three of them to the kitchen...

When she entered the kitchen immediately, Hermione turned around happily and shouted: "Harry! Look who this is!"

Harry looked down, his fist hardened...

Isn't this Dobby? The culprit who got himself punished by Uncle Vernon during the summer vacation at the end of the first-year semester, the bastard who smashed the cake on Mrs. Mason...

However, Harry behaved very gracefully and well-educated. He just said lightly, "Oh, it's Dobby, how are you..."

His tone was dry, and it was obvious that he was holding back some anger.

Ron didn't know this elf, but that didn't stop him from hearing Harry talk about the glorious deeds of this house elf. He coughed and whispered to Louis: "Is this the little... elf who killed Harry?"

Fortunately, the sentence "runt" was not spoken.

Louis nodded in affirmation.

Dobby has a very good ability to observe people's emotions. When he saw that Harry didn't seem to like him very much, he pulled his ears hard, clenched his hands into fists and punched his head: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Let's go!" The great Harry Potter is unhappy! Dobby is a bad elf!"

Hermione quickly held him back to prevent him from causing further harm to her. At the same time, she turned back and hinted at Harry with her eyes, asking him to say something.

"Hey, that matter has long since passed, Dobby." Harry is a kind-hearted person and can be soft-hearted. Seeing Dobby like this, he was not too angry for a long time. He walked over to comfort Dobby and said, " Don't worry, Dobby, I'm not happy because of your appearance, but... well, Professor Snape has been staring at me lately, which makes me feel very bad. The unpleasantness that happened between you and me before , I have forgiven you a long time ago."

It is the basic operation of Harry and Ron to put this blame firmly on Professor Snape - they believe in one principle, that is, if they have the blame, they must dump Snape, and no one will be bold enough anyway. Go to confrontation.

Harry is a very complicated person. You could say he is a holy mother... he is quite vindictive. You could say he is petty, but he can often forgive others. It can be said that he is very complicated.

"Really?" Dobby looked at Harry with big eyes, sparkling with expectation.

"Of course it's true." Harry believed what he said. "Dobby, you are my friend. You sacrificed your life to save me back then."

"Oh! The great Harry Potter forgave Dobby! The open-minded Harry Potter is Dobby's forever friend!" Dobby jumped up and cheered, "Dobby is finally in Hogwarts. Got Harry Potter’s stamp of approval!”

After watching him jump around for a while, Louis came to Harry and whispered a few words to him. After Dobby stopped, Harry also raised the questions in his mind.

"Why did you come to Hogwarts? Where is the Malfoy family?"

"The master gave Dobby a sock, and Dobby got it for free!" Dobby said excitedly, followed by another burst of cheers, and he excitedly told everyone about what happened before.

Probably when Lucius and Narcissa were quarreling, Lucius was so angry that he stuffed the socks that Narcissa threw at Dobby...

The plot is also quite bloody.

According to the general character of a house elf, this matter will definitely be regarded as a misunderstanding, but of course a house elf like Dobby, who is born with a stubborn streak in the back of his head, will choose to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation. Lucius ran away from home and never planned to go back.

It was a good thing for Dobby, but it was different for the Malfoy family. Lucius had to go to the black market to buy another house elf, thanks to the huge dividends he received from Louis, otherwise this move would have been really painful.

For Dobby, Lewis couldn't say he liked him, nor did he dislike him too much.

"Dobby won't be in trouble, will he?" Hermione said doubtfully. She asked Louis to come over to ask him questions in this regard.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Lewis said with a smile, "If you have any questions, you can just come to me at any time. I will communicate with Lucius."

"I feel relieved with your words, Louis." Hermione said with a smile.

"Come on, I'll be satisfied if you don't trick me twice." Louis waved his hands repeatedly.

After dinner, Louis began to prepare gifts for everyone in the office. At the same time, owls rushed into the office from time to time, delivering gifts to Louis carefully prepared by his classmates and friends.

Harry gave him a pair of flat glasses, but he could use these glasses to observe the surroundings from different perspectives - for example, when lying down, you could use this function to see the front and sides.

Ron gave him a pocket full of dung bombs and told him to throw them away if anyone didn't like them. So Louis rushed to the Gryffindor lounge and threw three smelly dung bombs at Ron. of dung bombs.

The gifts Hermione gave were very consistent with her personality. She gave Louis several books, all of which were Siris' history books - oh, it looked like several books, but it was actually a set. Louis was a little confused. Why did the little girl give me Zizhi Tongjian?

Just kidding, I don’t govern the country...

What Draco sent was a bunch of high-end snacks and snacks from the wizarding world. They were all high-end goods that could not be bought outside. They seemed quite satisfactory. Louis opened a box of what looked like pudding and took a bite. It tasted pretty good, with a faint smell of coffee. It melted in your mouth and left a fragrant taste on your lips and teeth.

Dumbledore gave him a big box of candies, which had all kinds of flavors, including chocolate frogs, Bubble Super Bubble Gum, Zizz Honey Candies, Lemon Snow Pops - oh, luckily Professor Dumbledore remembered that he didn't like cockroaches. Pile and Bibi's multi-flavor beans, otherwise Louis would definitely be "carefully selected" in return.

Professor McGonagall gave him experience notes on Transfiguration, which were the same as those given by Professor Flitwick. They were experience notes on their respective subjects. The thing Hagrid gave him was a pair of dragon skin gloves, which were said to be the skin of a black dragon. When Louis opened it, Christasa put her head over and said in shock that this was the skin of the black dragon.

"Black dragon?" Louis smiled, "What's all the fuss about? Isn't it the black dragon of the Hebridean Islands..."

"No, this is the black dragon of the Black Dragon Legion..." Christasa frowned and reached out to touch the glove, "No, it's not just the black dragon, there are also bronze dragons, green dragons, red dragons and blue dragons. God, what kind of twisted creation is this..."

"Let me see..." Lewis said, taking a look at the eyes.

Tight dragonhide gloves

Provides 15% strength bonus to armor protection

+20 spell power

+20 stamina

Equip: Increases the critical strike chance of your spells by 1%

Equipment: Restores 600 mana every 5 seconds.

*You feel a chill when you put your hands on these gloves, they seem to be made of the skins of young dragons - the skins of many young dragons...

"Really, this should be Nefarian's creation." Louis held up the pair of dragon leather gloves. "It's really strange. Why would Hagrid have such a thing in his hand? Logically speaking, this should be stored in Nefarian's Blackstone Mountain. In the 'Black Wing Nest', guarded by Chromaggus..."

"How do you know so much?" Christasa asked in disbelief.

"I am your master." Louis patted Christasa's little face, "Learn, there is no end to learning."

"Hmph." Krisstrasa snorted delicately.

"Do you want these gloves?" Louis asked, holding the gloves.

Christasa shook her head indifferently: "I'd better forget it. Will you wear a glove made entirely of human skin?"

"That's right." Lewis nodded and threw the dragon leather gloves to Sakuya who was standing beside him, "Put this away and put it away first."

"Yes." Sakuya responded.

Continuing to look through the gifts, there is one from grandpa, well... it is for Catherine. It seems to be a small necklace inherited from the family. In the pendant box is a silver-white swan with wings spread and ready to fly.

It has no attributes, just a simple family heirloom commemorative item.

"I like it very much." Catherine said, hanging the necklace around her neck carefully.

It is worth mentioning that this year’s gift from Aunt Molly was very special. Although she gave a sweater as usual, Catherine’s one was green, with a vivid Hungarian hornet on it, and a pile of homemade meat pies. , it is estimated that Aunt Molly saw Rita Skeeter's bragging in the Daily Prophet, or Solanlian boasted about her good daughter when she went to Weasley's house for nothing.

The pie was taken away by Emma, ​​who said she liked Molly's cooking best.

After busy collecting the gifts, Louis took Catherine and two maids to wrap the gifts and arranged for the owls to send them back. The work continued until the next day when the east became white.

"I'm so sleepy..." Louis yawned and glanced at Catherine, "Actually, I wanted to sleep a long time ago. If I hadn't seen you guys still busy..."

"Then it would have been better if you had just said no." Catherine touched his head and smiled warmly, "Let's go to bed quickly. There is a dance tonight."

In the winter at high latitudes, the sun rises very late. Before returning to the bedroom, Louis looked up at the time and found that it was already past six in the morning.

Everyone was busy collecting gifts in the morning, so no one bothered Louis. At around twelve o'clock at noon, Louis was woken up by Catherine, and he was given a bottle of energy potion in a daze.

The energy potion didn't taste very good, a bit like bitter almond milk. Louis sniffed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was his mother who was pouring it into him. Catherine looked worriedly behind her, looking like she wanted to stop but couldn't. Too daring.

The one holding him down was Vitaly. Seeing the flattering look on her face towards Emma, ​​Louis wanted to beat her.

"Gulu Gulu... You are really my mother... Gulu Gulu..." Louis struggled to break away from this choking mother's love, but his mother obviously didn't want to let him go.

"Don't make trouble, drink these. What if you get sleepy during the dance tonight?" Emma filled almost half of the bottle before putting down the delicate bottle.

After Louis was released, he gasped for air. For a moment, he even thought he was going to choke to death from the energy potion...

This is too unpleasant to drink...Louis secretly swore in his heart that he would go to Professor Snape when he got back and ask him to improve the formula of the energy potion, so that it wouldn't taste so unpleasant...

But then again, how can a potion that is not unpleasant to drink be able to refresh you?