I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

In the Charms class, Louis watched Seamus Finnigan detonate feathers with a levitating spell. Out of curiosity, he explored his talent, and found that his talent for explosions was as high as 15.

But Harry looked obviously unhappy, half of his face was blackened by Seamus' blast.

The same goes for Ron. He was ridiculed several times by Hermione in class, and now he is walking on the way to the auditorium with a depressed look on his face.

"You know what? It's leviosa, not leviosa!" Ron imitated Hermione's expressions and movements lively on the road, and it was so vivid: "No wonder she doesn't have many friends, really, like her temper , it’s weird to have friends!”

As he spoke, he felt a bump on his shoulder. Hermione ran past him and could vaguely hear a soft sob.

Ron shrugged. He regretted saying these words. He regretted that Hermione heard him on the road.

"I think he seemed to have heard what you said." Harry reminded him softly beside him.

But people are all about saving face. Even if they are wrong, they will not admit it. Ron was a little uneasy, but he still resisted and walked towards the auditorium.

Entering the Great Hall, they quickly forgot about Hermione. For a little wizard, it’s rare to find a place with such a festive atmosphere, especially when so many people are together and lively. I don't know what kind of magic has been released on the roof of the shed. It looks as deep as the night sky, and there are rolling muffled thunders flashing in it, which looks quite mysterious.

There are pumpkin lanterns with unique Halloween faces floating in the air, and occasionally a few bats shuttle among the pumpkin lanterns, which really has a spooky atmosphere of Halloween.

Louis looked around and didn't see Catherine. He had no choice but to take Draco to a corner and sit down.

Behind him was a Gryffindor student, who seemed to be Hermione's roommate.

"You know, that weird girl Hermione is still crying in the bathroom. I tried to persuade her several times, but she was kicked out." A female classmate who looked like a yam egg said.

It should be one of the Indian sisters.

Draco followed Louis' manner, folded the napkin diagonally slowly and spread it on his lap, and whispered to Louis: "That - Miss Beaver seems to be in a bad mental state."

Louis wouldn't like to hear her called a Muggle, and he was a little reluctant to be called by her name, so after thinking about it he decided to call her by her nickname.

"When did you start caring about Granger?" Louis folded the napkin and said nonchalantly: "Let's eat, today's dinner seems to be very sumptuous."

It was indeed very rich, so rich that everyone forgot about Hermione.

Louis turned his head and looked. Ron once again transformed into a dual-wielding maniac with a roast beef Yorkshire pudding in each hand. He was so excited that he flew into the air. He was also aroused by Ron's eating habits. He clapped his hands, took Jerry out of his pocket and put it on the table. He asked Tom to sit next to him, gave him a knife and fork, and asked Tom to take care of Jerry. .

Tom was quite loyal and didn't do anything bad to Jerry. Maybe the Halloween party was so big that he didn't even bother to prank Jerry, and the same was true for Jerry.

How can pranks be as important as doing things?

Just as they were enjoying their meal, the door opened with a bang, and Professor Quirrell stumbled in, crying out: "The troll - the troll is in the basement -"

"I thought you should know." After saying that, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

There was silence in the restaurant for a moment, and then there was a commotion on the ground, and Draco stood up and screamed. Louis stretched out his hand, tugged on his arm, and pulled him back to the stool.

"Look at your appearance, you are so polite." Lewis frowned and scolded: "Why are you panicking? The professors are all here, how can the troll turn the world upside down?"

Draco then calmed down. He gasped for air and looked around with lingering fear. The entire auditorium was as messy as a vegetable market.

Dumbledore had to make several jarring pyrotechnic explosions on the head of his wand before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "lead the students from your college to the dormitories immediately."

After hearing this, the prefects of each college were ready to take the classmates back from their respective colleges. Harry and Ron squeezed their heads over and shouted in a low voice: "Louis, Louis."

"What's wrong?" Louis was still eating French fries slowly, incompatible with the chaotic and noisy hall, and his elegance never goes out of style.

"Hermione—Hermione is still in the basement—" they both said in a panic.

"I understand, but you should report this matter to the professor." Louis wiped his mouth and pointed out a clear path for the two of them.

"But...but the professor will deduct points from us." Harry said worriedly.

Louis couldn't help but cover his mouth with a napkin and chuckled: "You Gryffindors... do you still care about deducting points?"

"That's true." Harry suddenly realized, but he still said anxiously: "It must be too late to find the teacher. Ron and I will go down and take a look first..."

…

Louis didn't follow Harry and Ron to the basement. According to the original book, it wouldn't be a problem for these two little guys to deal with a troll, so he took Tom and Jerry back to the lounge to make some tea and eat. .

What he didn't know was that the basement was much more exciting than he imagined.

Catherine was not there when the chaos broke out in the auditorium. She planned to go to the bathroom to solve some personal problems before going to find Louis to practice the spell.

As she stood up, a slight sobbing sound in the cubicle attracted her attention.

Catherine, who originally thought it was nothing, couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Different from her usual cold and proud appearance, she is actually very afraid of things like ghosts and ghosts. Even her parents don't know about this weakness, let alone her classmates.

The students at Hogwarts have only three words to remember Catherine.

Not to be messed with.

Some people may wonder, there are ghosts in Hogwarts, isn't she afraid?

You have to understand one thing, the ghosts of Hogwarts are two different things from those evil ghosts... At least everyone is familiar with the ghosts of Hogwarts, so naturally they won't be afraid of them.

So, Catherine pretended to be calm, bravely tiptoed out of the cubicle, twisted the door next door and pulled hard——

She saw clearly who the owner of the sobbing in the cubicle was.

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, her heart was relieved, and a teasing look appeared on her face: "Oh yo yo, isn't this Gryffindor's little beaver? Why don't you go to the auditorium? , Came here to cry? Let me think about it..."

At this point, she covered her bright red mouth with her right hand, her face full of false surprise: "Could it be that little red-haired squirrel who doesn't want you?"