I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Cassandra: My father gave her a reason she couldn’t refuse

Riddle spread his hands, saying that you are right, everything you said is right.

How did you say that? When a person is under the low eaves of someone else's house, he has to lower his head.

But after thinking about it carefully, Riddle also felt that what Lewis said was very reasonable.

He has already developed self-awareness, so he would not be willing to be swallowed up by the subject.

Self-awareness and consciousness are two concepts that look very similar, but the fundamental difference between the former and the latter lies in the difference in the concept of "I".

The current diary's little mind obviously believes that he should be Voldemort's main body. Naturally, Voldemort's real main body has become his enemy.

"In a few days, there will be some small things that I need your help with." Louis flexed his fingers and flicked the table: "Perform well, Comrade Fang, if you perform well enough, within a year, I will let this person A 'powerful lady' condenses an entity for you - an entity that is more powerful, much more powerful than humans, and has sufficient vitality."

Yes, Louis is referring to the dragon people.

A compulsory course for every adult dragon is to make a dragon.

Riddle's mind was immediately captured - he dreamed of possessing an entity with a long life.

"How are you going to prove that you won't lie to me!" Not only his expression, but even his voice was filled with urgency.

"Whether you believe it or not is your own problem." Lewis didn't bother to prove it at all. From the perspective of strength, he now has no need to prove anything to Riddle, a little shrimp: "You should be able to feel the power of this lady. If you don't cooperate and refuse to cooperate, then I can only express my regret."

Riddle thought about it and could only choose to hold his nose and believe Lewis.

There is no other way, the current situation is completely beyond his control.

He was about to say something else when a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Louis tapped on his notebook, signaling him to hide first.

Riddle twisted his body and disappeared into the diary.

Seeing Riddle hiding his body, Louis cleared his throat and said: "Come in."

The door opened and it was Draco.

He was holding a newspaper in his hand, looking very anxious.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

Draco didn't say anything. He simply said hello to the three ladies, and then gave Louis the newspaper in his hand with an ugly look on his face.

It's the Daily Prophet.

The content above was not very friendly. Louis glanced through it and found that Rita Skeeter was probably insulting Dumbledore as an old fool, Louis was a well-connected person, and the entire Hogwarts was a lunatic. Let such a second-hand person The first grade students came to have a teaching competition with the world-famous adventurer and writer Gilderoy Lockhart.

Anyway, what you say is so sinister and strange that it sounds very unpleasant to listen to.

Lewis's face suddenly darkened.

"What should I do? Louis, this woman... is really hateful." Draco cursed bitterly: "I really hope I can turn her into a fly so that she can get what she wants all day long. Buzzing in other people’s ears.”

"It's okay, I'll go and talk to her." Louis said with a chuckle, glancing at the diary on the table beside him without revealing any trace.

"Looking for her?" Draco was stunned: "You're not mistaken, Louis, this Rita Skeeter is notoriously difficult to deal with, and she has always claimed that she will not be threatened by any evil forces. We must insist on speaking out for love and justice in the wizarding world..."

Draco was very anxious, fearing that Louis would get a soft nail in the past.

"It's okay, Draco." Louis chuckled and patted his shoulder, looking at the bookcase aside: "I'll give her a reason she can't refuse."

"The reason why you can't refuse? Uh..." Draco was stunned.

After sending Draco away, Louis began to wonder where it would be better to stuff the diary.

After thinking for a long time, it was indeed safe enough to give it to Krisstrasa, but Riddle was a male after all, so it was not good to enter the girls' dormitory.

I'm worried about giving it to Draco... Yeah, what are I worried about? Anyway, Riddle can't do anything else with his diary now, so just give it to Draco.

So Louis asked Tom to give the diary to Draco...

It can be regarded as returning to its original owner, after all, it was placed by his father Lucius in Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore.

Lying on the bed doing nothing, Louis began to click on the task panel to check the progress of the task.

After submitting the task, the fire skill tree appeared in front of him.

Fireball, Pyroblast, Dragon Breath, and Living Bomb, these four skills form a line of connection, and the ultimate skill on this line is Meteor.

The ones on the left are Fire Ring Resistance, Flame Body, and Flame Barrier. The ultimate skill after these three skills is Fire Shield.

Different from the electric type, there are four separate skills under the skill tree of fire magic.

The fierce fire is proficient, the karma fire is proficient, the sin fire is proficient, and the epileptic fire is proficient.

Epilepsy is okay... The corners of Louis' mouth twitched slightly.

I just don’t know if Melina will cry and beg me after she has epileptic fire.

Don't go crazy here!

But the fire element skills at least look pretty good. Lewis is really hesitant now whether to repair the electric element first or the fire element first.

Thinking in his mind, he added a few skill points given by the skill to the chain lightning...

It is worth mentioning that his lightning technique has already reached level ten.

After lying down for a while, Louis asked Tom to prepare paper and pen. He thought about it at the desk and wrote a letter that he thought was impeccably worded, and asked Emeriss to bring it to Rita Skeeter.

And enclosed with the letter was a check for one thousand galleons as a small gift.

The next morning, word spread throughout Hogwarts that Louis was jogging around Hogwarts Castle with a phalanx.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart looked out the window at the advancing phalanx, and complained disdainfully: "What nonsense, what can be achieved by training like this? I think he wants to train the students to be masters of escape." !”

Tifa looked at Lewis downstairs from the side, and ignored her brother's words, but looked at the phalanx downstairs with a solemn expression.

She did not despise Louis because he was too young. On the contrary, she was extremely cautious about the abnormal Louis in her heart.

There is absolutely no way that Dumbledore is an old fool. If this is the case, it means that this Louis is not simple either.

She planned to find an opportunity to find out about Louis' true identity and see what this little guy was capable of.

Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.

During lunch, the owl sent a reply. Yes, Rita Skeeter simply rejected Louis' request and returned the check for one thousand galleons.

According to her, the Daily Prophet will not be pressured from any direction, nor will it yield to any force.

In short, she looked upright and awe-inspiring. If Louis didn't know who she was, she might have been fooled.

In order to prevent this woman from talking nonsense, Lewis planned to go to the Daily Prophet's editorial office to take a look in person - of course, not by himself, but with Mr. Riddle.

There is no one in the wizarding world who doesn't know who Mr. Riddle is, let alone a wizard of Rita Skeeter's age, who even knows exactly what Mr. Riddle looks like.

What is more gratifying is that the Riddle in this diary can also transform into the adult Voldemort.

After consulting Principal Dumbledore, Louis took his diary and went to the Daily Prophet to have a cordial and friendly exchange with Rita Skeeter.

After all, we have to talk openly and honestly, Louis thought leisurely. It seems that his sincerity of a thousand galleons before was really a bit lacking.

In this case, let Ms. Skeeter feel her sincerity.

Twenty-five years later, Hogwarts.

"Hey, Cassandra!" A girl from far away excitedly greeted a blond girl who was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper.

The blonde girl is very beautiful. It should be said that she inherited all the advantages of her parents. She looks as noble as a swan, elegant and reserved, but the words in her mouth are as ugly as a crow.

"Red Squirrel No. 2..." Cassandra narrowed her narrow eyes, "It seems that you have eaten well at home this summer vacation. I guess it must not be the food cooked by Aunt Hermione for you, right?"

"My name is Rose! Rose Weasley! Not Red Squirrel Two!" Rose corrected her tirelessly, but there was no hint of anger in her tone.

"Okay, Red Squirrel No. 2." Cassandra said without raising her head, continuing to browse the Daily Prophet in her hand.

Rose did not show any displeasure. Instead, she leaned forward and asked, "Wow... you are so focused. What are you looking at?"

"Daily Prophet." Kassandra answered without emotion, and complained mercilessly: "If Aunt Hermione really values ​​your education, you should recognize these words."

"Hehe..." Rose showed a silly smile, just like her father Ron did when he was a child. She knew that she would just listen to half of Cassandra's words.

This is also a habit she has developed since childhood. She has already developed a language filtering system for Cassandra's poisonous tongue.

"Ah... Daily Prophet..." Rose seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, Cassandra, can you tell me the story of Uncle Louis back then? I heard that the former Rita Smith Kit and Uncle Louis had a little feud? But it seems that since 1992, the Daily Prophet has never published any negative news about Uncle Louis. What is going on?

She hugged Cassandra's arm and looked at Cassandra with her big watery eyes. Her lovable look was exactly the same as her old father who acted coquettishly to her mother all day long. Cassandra Della's face was full of dismay.

It was all her own fault. She had accidentally let slip in front of these friends who had grown up together, and mentioned the strange things about her father, Louis, who had long since become the master of the world's magic network. As a result, he became obsessed with this little girl and pestered her to listen to stories every chance he got.

Cassandra had a headache. She put down the newspaper in her hand, stared at Rose with her green eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I will tell you reluctantly."

"The first time, my father sent Emeriss to deliver a letter, and enclosed a check for a thousand galleons, but Rita Skeeter refused."

"The second time, my father came to see him in person. In less than an hour, she seemed to be a completely different person. She had no objection at all and said obediently that she would never write anything about it again. I didn’t ask for any negative reports about my father, and I didn’t ask for a galleon, and I signed the contract very obediently, expressing my agreement that the Daily Prophet will be completely managed by the Mountbatten family from now on.”

"Eh?" Rose looked very interested: "Then how did Uncle Louis do it? I heard from my mother that she is a very difficult woman to deal with."

"My father gave her a reason she couldn't refuse." Cassandra took out the newspaper and prepared to continue browsing the short stories.

"What is the reason... just tell me." Rose hugged Cassandra's arm and rubbed it.

Cassandra finally couldn't resist Rose and said helplessly: "My father took Mr. Riddle to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet. Mr. Riddle pointed a wand at her head and gave her two choices."

"Either choose to stop slandering my father, and the Mountbatten family will be responsible for managing the Daily Prophet from now on."

At this point, she paused.

"Where's the other one?" Rose sounded excited.

"The other option is that she can continue to smear my father, and Voldemort will use the Avada Kedavra on her. After all, Riddle was still a wanted fugitive at large at the time. Even if he killed her, no one would be able to control her. .”

"Cool..." Rose's big eyes were full of longing. She clasped her hands in front of her chest like a nymphomaniac, and her eyes were full of little stars: "How cool! If I can marry Uncle Louis in the future. Just the same man."

"Nympho," Cassandra hummed.

"I heard that Uncle Louis and Aunt Catherine are traveling again... The relationship between the two of them is so good..." Rose held her heart with both hands, putting aside the pot and not picking up the pot.

The newspaper in Cassandra's hand made a clicking sound, and Rose noticed that her hand holding the newspaper seemed to have used a lot of force, and even the joints were slightly white.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Natural-type Rose asked cutely.

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Cassandra's voice was cold.

"Who is it?" Rose obviously didn't understand what was going on.

"That woman who took over my father! Unforgivable..." Cassandra gritted her teeth and said with thunder in her eyes, as if she really wanted to fight with her mother.

Perhaps the women in the Woley family are naturally at odds with their mothers. This is the case for Catherine, and the same is true for her daughter.

"Shame, how old you are and you can't live without daddy." Rose made a face and said to Catherine, "Shame, shameless."

Cassandra didn't speak. She was staring into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

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