I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Louis looked down at Catherine. He saw Catherine's awkwardness and anger, and smelled the strong smell of lemon.

He really wanted to express his love to Catherine in public, but his thoughts were interrupted by the fleeting tasks on the system panel.

Mission: Let Catherine Worley confess before you

Description: As a proud man of heaven, how can you take the initiative to confess your love? Keep your pride as a son of the plane and a traveler, maybe one day in the future, there will be a meteorite to help you win.

Reward: Crown "Eye of Grifeng", lightning skill tree.

Failure penalty: None

In fact, he didn't want to do this task, but... the rewards of this task were too many.

Who doesn’t want to be a handsome and cool electrician?

The most important thing is that this task is full of challenges. When he thinks of the cold senior sister confessing to him shyly, Louis feels like a cat scratching his heart.

He smiled slyly at Catherine who looked at him fiercely, waved his hand to cancel the effect of the loud voice, and sat back down.

"What a joke, Wo Lei, why are you so anxious?"

Catherine's breath hitched.

"To be honest, I don't have any extra thoughts about Miss Granger." Louis put on a serious look this time: "You may not know that I don't like younger girls."

Diana: Ah, yes, yes, that’s so right.

"Then what do you like?" Catherine asked coldly, but she felt relieved and thought about whether to give him a few curses to try, a big stick with the front teeth, or a hot and spicy one. ?

At this time, she no longer thought about Li Huo and the Imperius Curse. She was probably not as angry as before.

"Me, I like someone three years older than me." Louis leaned sideways, leaning on the table with his elbows, and looked at Catherine with his face in his hands: "She should have long blond hair, a beautiful face, and... You have a tall figure, well, it would be better if you have a pair of long legs.”

Well, Catherine, who is 1.72 meters tall, does have very long legs.

Catherine suddenly blushed, she rolled her eyes at Louis, turned away and stopped talking.

But my heart felt so wide for an instant.

But she remembered what Lewis had teased her just now, and couldn't help but stretched out her long legs and stepped on his feet hard.

Louis suffered a dumb loss, so he just thought of it as atonement for his bad behavior just now. This is the senior sister. If it were anyone else, he might have fallen out with him a long time ago.

"So... I just don't know if that blond sister will like me." Louis smiled badly: "What do you think, Catherine - can I call you that?"

"My mouth is on your face, can I still control it?" Catherine said coldly, but the blush on her pretty face betrayed her thoughts.

"Hey, please guess for me, does that girl have me in her heart?" Louis continued to tease Catherine, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, he was a little scumbag through and through.

Why are you so skilled? How many times have you flirted with others?

The senior sister thought bitterly in her heart and bit the candy in her mouth.

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your default."

"roll."

Louis looked at the blushing senior sister, then looked at the red scenery outside the window, and sighed to himself: "It's the season of white albums again -"

After the game is over, he must give Catherine a surprise, he thought in his heart.

At the edge of his vision, Snape was limping towards Harry.

"I wish you good luck today, Potter." Snape forced a smile under Harry's puzzled gaze: "Since you have the courage to deal with the troll, then the little Quidditch game will naturally No problem - even if the opponent is...Slytherin."

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Originally, he came here to care about Potter sincerely and was quite happy when he saw those eyes, but when he thought about this kid being the Seeker of Gryffindor and having Potter's "disgusting face" Face." When the words came to his lips, they turned into strange words.

What's even more disturbing is the three little bastards in front of me. One is a genius Muggle witch, one has red hair, and the other has green eyes. Aren't these the loose Lily?

What a great coach.jpg.

He waved his cloak, blowing a gust of wind, and disappeared from the sight of the three little ones like an old bat.

"I know why!" Harry looked at Snape's limping back and whispered to the two of them like a wise man.

No need to ask, Snape is going to take the blame again.

You said you always wear a black cloak when you have nothing to do...

Two little heads gathered around Harry, and Harry whispered: "Did you see Professor Snape's legs? He was limping. I saw the legs on his legs before in the underground bathroom. Scar... I think he must be trying to get past that big dog with three heads, and I'll bet my broomstick that he let that monster in to divert people's attention."

Hermione's beaver eyes widened, and she argued: "No, how is that possible? I know he may have problems with us Gryffindor, but he will never betray Dumbledore-"

In a sense, Snape has never betrayed Dumbledore since he became a teacher.

"Hermione, you always imagine teachers too well." Ron shrugged: "The question is, what is his purpose? What is this big dog guarding?"

"Don't think about it yet." Hermione forked a piece of bread and said, "Eat some toast. You will be on stage in an hour. You must eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise you will suffer a lot later."

"But I'm really not hungry." Harry's mind was filled with Snape's affairs, and emotionally he didn't quite believe that Professor Snape, who favored him, would do something detrimental to Professor Dumbledore. But his great wisdom told him that there was definitely something wrong with Snape.

"Butter, bust!" Malfoy's voice sounded from behind, bringing him back to reality.

He turned his head and looked at Malfoy: "What's wrong, Malfoy?"

"Seekers are the ones to be guarded against, Po Te." Draco pretended not to care and said, "I don't want you to be defeated by Slytherin because you are hungry and have no physical strength. This will make me feel disgraceful."

"Thank you, Malfoy."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he regretted it.

How could a little bastard like Malfoy have anything nice to say?

He saw Malfoy holding a sausage on his fork and suggested to him with a smile: "How about I treat you to a sausage and two fried eggs?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes. If he didn't have to go to the Quidditch match soon, he would definitely give Malfoy some trouble.

Draco, who was overjoyed, was going to tell Louis the joke when Catherine was away.

Of course, if Catherine was here, he wouldn't even dare to borrow twenty courage from him.