I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Louis, who had survived the disaster, lay in his bedroom and had that dream all night long.

When he woke up the next morning, he found that he could do it.

I'm getting older, and if it doesn't work anymore, I really need to see a doctor.

Thinking of this, his eyes became moist.

Louis, who had always been calm, actually did a backflip on the bed, which frightened Draco.

In line with the principle of not asking what shouldn't be asked, Draco obediently chose the word "Run".

Lewis was smiling until he was sitting in the auditorium drinking afternoon tea.

While drinking, Harry and Ron came over with worried expressions.

"Louis, Louis."

"What's wrong? Look how listless you two are?" Louis picked up a piece of scone with a smile.

"Hermione...Hermione..." Harry stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ron anxiously said, "Hermione, she's crazy!"

"Huh?" The scone in Louis' hand fell on the table with a clatter.

Is Hermione okay if she's crazy? What appeared in front of Louis' eyes was the kind of face that Miss Watson would have for some reason later in life.

At that moment, it was not the inhalation that could explain the change.

"Come and see with us..."

Gryffindor common room.

The atmosphere in this normally good lounge was particularly eerie, even in the afternoon, it made people involuntarily get goosebumps.

It was so late in the afternoon, I don’t know where everyone had gone.

Suddenly, an ominous laughter came from a room.

The three of them were frightened and one of them was smart.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Hermione... lying on the bed, holding up Crookshanks, laughing, kissing and nibbling.

Crookshanks obviously couldn't bear this heavy love. He had a helpless and helpless expression on his face, and he seemed a little disillusioned with the world.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle, what else can a kitten like you do? Can you still escape from my grasp? You can't? Hehehehehehehehehahahahaha!"

She kissed and released her abnormal love.

It would be a pity not to play the role of The Stone Monkey is Born...

"Huhuhaha, hehehehaha! A kitten like you was born to be eaten by his mother! Hahaha! Resistance, resistance is useless... Wuhaha!"

Crookshanks was so kissed that he looked disillusioned.

"Does this thing bite?" Lewis pointed at Hermione hesitantly and asked, then felt it was inappropriate and added: "I didn't mean the cat..."

Well, beavers do bite when cornered.

Hermione, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound, looked back, and threw away Crookshanks as if she was electrocuted.

Crookshanks: So love disappears, right?

"Harry, Ron...Louis, what are you..." she asked with an embarrassed look on her face, her little face flushed with embarrassment, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl in right now.

"Although... I have always believed that, uh, well, people's actions are free." Lewis said with some hesitation: "But, I still recommend that you see a psychiatrist..."

"It's quite difficult for Crookshanks to eat a mouthful of your cat food..." Ron complained from the side as if he was making a last-ditch effort.

Louis really couldn't stand it anymore and laughed in front of Hermione for a long time.

No one in the trio could hold back Louis' smile, even Hermione was laughing so hard.

After all, what just happened was a bit funny.

"So, Hermione, how many children do you eat for one meal?" Louis asked jokingly.

"One." Hermione pretended to be fierce, her big teeth shining brightly.

After saying that, she laughed herself, and Ron and Harry were already laughing together.

After laughing for a while, Hermione asked: "What are you guys doing here?"

"Ron was very worried about your situation, so he asked Louis to come and take a look." Harry said.

Ron's expression suddenly became unnatural, and he said coyly: "Well, as you know, I actually want to come and see for myself, but I'm afraid you'll bite someone..."

Good guy, you are single based on your ability.

As a result, Ron received a good beating, and Louis and Harry, seeing that the situation was not going well, unreasonably wiped it out.

But it turns out that Ron is never the only one seeking death.

Weekends are always relaxing, especially at the end of the semester. Except for small academics like Hermione, few people study spontaneously.

It seems that the roll is not hard enough.

Professor McGonagall was immediately shocked when she saw Louis' test paper. The main reason was that Louis' handwriting was neat, standard and beautiful. Comparing it with Ron and Harry's dog-peeling fonts, McGonagall was stunned. Professor Ge's heart became filled again.

The next day, she launched a vigorous calligraphy practice in the college. After consulting Louis, Professor McGonagall discovered that there was such a good invention as a copybook, which made Louis quite embarrassed - the copybook made by Professor McGonagall was based on his handwriting.

He accidentally mentioned this to Ron, and now he has been listed as the most disliked person in Gryffindor.

Laugh at skr people.

Nowadays at Hogwarts, students can often be seen fighting with their heads down in the auditorium, imitating the copybooks and trying to write the most beautiful words.

Inside the Room of Requirement, the two of them ended their day's practice early. Because there is a final exam tomorrow.

Catherine remembered what happened to her Gryffindor classmates, and asked with a strange look on her chair, "So, it was you who did Gryffindor's calligraphy practice?"

The moonlight was like water, pouring into the house from the window, making Catherine's already jade-white skin even more radiant.

"It has nothing to do with me." How could Louis admit this? To be honest, he really wasn't the instigator. Seeing that Catherine still didn't believe it, he explained: "Actually, this matter has nothing to do with me. It's just that Professor McGonagall saw my handwriting when she was correcting the test paper, so..."

"You just played a very small role in it, right?" Catherine understood Louis so well that she could predict what he wanted to say next.

"Hey...you really discovered it." Lewis smiled shyly.

He sniffed and smelled something good. After feeling it carefully, it turned out to be his favorite blueberry flavor.

"You smell like blueberries." Louis leaned closer to Catherine.

"This is my lip gloss. I chose a blueberry flavor today. Do you like it?"

"Oh, that's good..." Louis thought about it and asked, "Does it taste and smell the same?"

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Can I?" Lewis hesitated.

Catherine closed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her moist lips looked very tempting.

Louis stretched out his finger, scraped it on Catherine's lips and put it in his mouth.

Sure enough, it tastes like blueberry.

"It's true." He said with a smile.