I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The day after Christmas in 1991, there was another big event that shocked the whole world and changed the world structure.

Louis was unhappy all day, sitting in the auditorium lamenting.

But this matter actually has little to do with him. After all, he is the only one who has given up to others in this life.

The Christmas before the year before he traveled back in time, the meme of turning on the TV to listen to Map Head's speech was circulated in various groups. Now, now he can really turn on the TV and watch.

It's a live broadcast.

The sad Louis ordered a cup of Calorie Bomb Butterbeer for the first time and sat in the auditorium drinking it without a sip.

It should be noted that butterbeer does not contain alcohol, it is just a beer-flavored drink like beer catechu.

In the original book, Harry could drink it in a bar when he was in third grade, which proved that it was actually non-alcoholic.

The drink tasted a bit like the sweet aroma of movie theater popcorn. He liked the fragrant and pleasant milky aroma very much, and he was wondering whether he should add another glass for a while.

"Oh, you are here." Catherine sat next to Louis: "It looks like there is an extra sad deer in this castle."

Louis looked at her, "Tsk, woman. She said she was disgusting, but actually she took the initiative to wear it for me to see?"

I have to say, my senior’s legs are really...

I won’t exchange it for a gold mountain.

"I feel a little uncomfortable." Louis retracted his eyes and continued to fight with the butterbeer in his hand.

Jerry was sitting on the table with his legs spread, happily chewing cheese.

He hadn't played with Scabbers in three days.

The senior looked at him with disgust and asked, "Hey, maybe you are actually a girl, right? Well... after all, you are at the age where you should be here."

"..." Lewis didn't know how to answer this sentence.

He looked straight ahead, no one knew what he was thinking.

Catherine shook her head and put a stack of books on the table. She did not continue to disturb Louis, but began to look through the books on her own.

The aroma of butterbeer also aroused her appetite. Catherine grabbed a piece of card and wrote butterbeer on it before tapping the table. After a while, the house elves also brought her a glass of butterbeer.

She picked up the beer and took a sip, glanced at Louis, who was still silent, thought for a moment, moved her legs slightly towards Louis, and then quickly took them back.

Seeing Louis' melancholy expression, she felt a little pain in her heart. She bit her lip and put her leg to Louis' side.

As a result, Louis didn't notice her little movements for a long time. She was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth, but there was nothing she could do.

She didn't know how to make Louis happy, but she remembered Louis' longing "Can I touch you?" yesterday.

As long as it makes him happy, touching it isn't a big deal, she thought.

But Louis didn't notice the senior sister's little movements at all. What he was thinking about now was the collapsing pole.

The most glorious era in human history is over.

Although the story of the catfish effect is false, there is no doubt that Big Brother is definitely the strongest catfish in history. Otherwise, how do you think the high welfare in Northern Europe comes from? Did you rely on other people’s conscience to discover it?

My child, you are so innocent.

From then on, we entered a bad era... Bah.

So, it’s time to send Yingjiang down to accompany Mao Xiong.

He retracted his thoughts, but saw Catherine who was struggling.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you swinging like a sturgeon?" Louis' venomous tongue was not as good as Catherine's.

Catherine said nothing, snorted and pulled her legs back, and continued to read with her head down.

"Why are you suddenly reading?" Louis tapped the elf on the table to refill his glass and looked at Catherine.

"Some lazy deer is lazy, so I have to look up the information about the blue-eyed devil alone." Catherine said while turning the pages on the table.

"Is there any progress?" Louis asked, leaning his head over.

Catherine gave him two big white-eye berries: "How could it be so fast? Who do you think I am? KGB?"

"Hey, do you know about the KGB?" Louis became interested, but he didn't expect that the senior sister, a native of the magic world, knew about the famous Lubyanka Hotel?

"I also know that the Kremlin usually obtains our country's intelligence much faster than No. 10 Downing Street." The senior sister said without mercy: "Look, the Muggle world is really a bunch of trash..."

"Ah..." Lewis found that he could not refute.

"The Woley family is not isolated from the world. My father used to be your aunt's chief court mage." Catherine was still flipping through the book in her hand without raising her head.

"What about now?" Louis asked stupidly.

"Dead." Catherine said very plainly, as if she was talking about an unrelated person: "When I was two years old."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Louis said sarcastically.

"It's okay, I don't blame you." Catherine was still looking at the book in front of her: "I have some doubts about what Principal Dumbledore said was to prevaricate you. All the records about demons in the forbidden book area all say that there are only three kinds of demons. Eye color, you see, black, red and dark gold.”

She took out a small notebook, on which the information Catherine queried was recorded in beautiful handwriting.

"According to legend, the eyes of Beelzebub, the Lord of Gluttony, are dark gold." Catherine pointed to the book "Hell Travels" she was reading and said: "He is one of the six demon kings under Satan and the author of this travel book. There is also mention of Abaddon, the hell knight created by Satan, whose eyes are pitch black.”

"As for the devil with red eyes, it is also mentioned in the book that he is the devil responsible for transactions in hell." Catherine tapped her finger on the table: "Because of their special class, this series of devils were individually designed with scarlet eyes by Satan. Eyes, to distinguish them from ordinary demons."

"So... there was no mention of the blue-eyed devil?" Lewis was confused.

"No, there are no demons with blue eyes." Catherine said with certainty: "Not only is this book mentioned, but even the notes left by Merlin have mentioned this issue."

"Is it possible that it is Satan himself?" Lewis asked the most critical question.

"Don't forget, Satan was sealed in the prison of hell by the archangels Michael, Gabriel and Raphael." Catherine's eyes showed pity: "Many legends have mentioned that Satan is Lucifer, but the reason why I believe this statement is..."

Catherine said this and took out Merlin's notebook: "Look, I am more willing to believe Merlin's records than countless people's speculations."

(Don’t be ridiculous, don’t show off your knowledge from Baidu. This setting is subject to my setting.)