I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

It can be said that Louis walked to the cafeteria in a daze to eat. The rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course was in one ear and out the other, and he didn't listen at all.

Sitting at the table, forking out vegetable leaves one bite at a time, his mind had already drifted to the small stove on Sunday night.

"Hey, hey, Louis, brother, wake up." Harry and Ron's concerned voices rang in their ears.

"Oh? Hmm." Louis then realized that it was time to cook.

"What's wrong with you? You've been like this since you came out of class." Harry asked with concern.

"It's not Professor Quirrell's after-school tutoring. I really... don't want to go."

A Louise lost his dream.

"How cool would it be to have after-school tutoring from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Ron's little face showed admiration, and his tone was the same: "Think about it, Professor Quirrell is a man who has fought with vampires. Will his strength be inferior? Lewis, you should be happy."

Louis rolled his eyes at Ron: "Si tacuisess, philosophy mansissses."

Ron looked at Harry and Louis with a question mark on his face: "What are you talking about?"

A cute voice interrupted at the right time: "If you shut up, you can still look smarter."

Ron looked back and saw a little girl with big teeth and a shaggy hair looking at him.

It's Hermione Granger.

"It's you." Ron looked bored: "Damn it, why are you so rude?"

"This is the translation of what Mr. Mountbatten said." Hermione rolled her eyes: "He spoke Latin, a very ancient language."

"Absolutely." Ron said his catchphrase again: "Louis, you actually understand the ancient language?"

Harry next to him chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Ron asked doubtfully.

"fine."

Harry suppressed a laugh, thinking about Ron's completely different attitude towards Hermione and Louis, and laughed again.

"It's just a language. Doesn't this Miss Granger understand it too?" Louis smiled and nodded to Hermione: "Good afternoon, Miss Granger."

"Hello, Your Highness." Hermione was no longer as calm as when she first interjected, but was a little nervous. She was born in the middle class of Muggles and knew Louis' identity very well.

"I hope you won't blame me for being presumptuous."

"How could it be?" Louis chuckled gently: "Call me Louis, this is Hogwarts, and we are all classmates now." He stretched out his hand, and Hermione also shook it.

The two hands parted as soon as they touched, and Louis said gently: "I hope we can be friends, smart girl from Gryffindor."

"Lu...Louis." Hermione was still a little embarrassed: "It's an honor to be your friend."

"What can she do?" Ron held the drumsticks in both hands with a look of disgust on his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Hey, you have a new playmate in your little animal pen?" The senior's voice sounded behind Louis: "Hmm, a beaver? Sure enough...it fits the image of your little animal pen very well."

Louis looked back and saw that the senior sister was wearing a white shirt today, with a green ribbon tied with a bow at the collar. Wearing a black woolen coat with green edges, she wears a black pleated skirt that reaches just above the knees; under the skirt are two slender legs wrapped in black cotton socks, with a pair of small brown leather shoes on her feet, Louis Secretly admired, what a proud and cool beauty from Slytherin.

The senior sister’s hands are still wearing the same white lace gloves that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"I'm not a beaver!" Hermione exploded immediately. She stood up and retorted angrily.

Ron hurriedly tugged on her sleeve and whispered: "You don't want your life... This is the most powerful senior sister in the entire Hogwarts... Just say you are your beaver, and you won't lose a piece of meat." ."

There is one thing I haven’t said yet. Sooner or later, if you do this, you will really lose some meat.

All said and done, if something really happened, Ron would still stand by Hermione.

"Hey, little Beaver is actually angry." A cold look flashed in Catherine's emerald eyes.

"I'm not a little beaver!" Hermione was furious. She bit her lip with her big teeth, biting her pink lower lip until it turned pale. Tears flashed in her eyes and were about to fall.

Louis put down his knife and fork and persuaded him seriously: "Okay, Catherine, please stop saying a few words...come with me, I have something to say to you."

"Oh? Our classmate Xiaolu can't bear to let go of his Miss Beaver?"

Catherine was reluctant, but still followed Louis out of the auditorium.

"Bully! She is really a bully!" Hermione accused Ron and Harry with tears in her eyes.

"Levicorpus!"

"Protego! (Armor Protection)"

Catherine's spell was resisted by Louis, who had been prepared for it. Her indifferent eyes glanced at Louis, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was obvious.

"That's enough! Woley!" Louis frowned and looked at the senior sister in front of him. He really didn't expect that Catherine would dare to cast a curse on her classmates in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall walked over angrily, staring at Catherine with stern eyes, her mouth twitching, and after a long while, she sternly reprimanded: "The impact is extremely bad! Miss Worley, because of your behavior, Slytherin will be banned." Fifty points deducted!”

The Slytherins exploded with a "buzz", as if they had poked a hornet's nest.

Hermione collapsed and sat on the seat. She was really frightened. She covered her face with her hands and cried loudly. Big tears poured out of the corners of her eyes as if she wanted money. Ron patted her shoulder and whispered comfort.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Catherine's lips, and she turned around and walked to the seats on the other side of the aisle. Wherever she looked, the little snakes who were whispering fell silent for an instant.

Louis sat next to Hermione, thinking for a long time and not knowing how to comfort her, and finally he could only say: "I'm sorry, Hermione."

"It's okay, this has nothing to do with you, Louis." Hermione comforted Louis and said, "You are also a victim, so you don't have to be so harsh on yourself."

"My friend has a very bad character... It's very courageous for you to stand up and resist her. You know, many senior classmates don't have the courage." Straight man Louis comforted him: "But in fact, she is a nice person. Cold-hearted and hot-tempered..."

At this point, Louis himself laughed: "It's such an asshole to say this. Even if you are cold-hearted and warm-hearted, you shouldn't treat others like this."

He blinked: "Why don't you practice magic spells with us? Maybe one day you can take revenge with your own hands. Just think about it, how you hung that bad woman upside down with an upside-down golden bell."