I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

All Mr. Dursley could think about now was old Louis driving a battleship and firing cannons at his mother.

"Sorry, Your Highness, it was me... uh..." Mr. Dursley was embarrassed and nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Even a middle class like Mr. Dursley, in front of the real Roman aristocrats, was actually no better than the mules and horses.

If you don't accept it, just write an article called "My Marshal Grandpa".

Looking at Mr. Dursley standing nervously in the door, Louis couldn't help but smile.

Arrogant at first and respectful at the end, it makes people laugh when they think about it.

He did not embarrass Mr. Dursley, but said gently: "Now, Mr. Dursley, may I visit Harry?"

"Yes, yes," Mr. Dursley said nonstop, his fat head nodding rapidly and the meat on his chin shaking back and forth.

He had long ago completely forgotten the wish he had just made.

Mr. Dursley didn't care about Dumbledore because he knew that Dumbledore couldn't do anything to him. On the other hand, he had no idea of ​​Dumbledore's identity.

But Louis is different. Today you make Louis lose face, and tomorrow Louis can make him lose face.

The physical kind.

Mr. Dursley winked at Aunt Petunia, who understood and ran up to the second floor.

After a while, she walked down with Harry.

"Louis! Louis! Oh, my good friend." Harry burst into tears when he saw Louis.

He rushed over and hugged Louis tightly like a baby swallow in the forest.

Louis patted him on the shoulder awkwardly: "Okay, okay, am I here? If you keep doing this, Draco will easily misunderstand..."

"Bah..." Harry quickly let go of Louis, knowing that Louis couldn't say anything good.

Such a joke made Harry feel less sad than before.

"I……"

Harry wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Louis.

"I know everything, so there's no need to rush." ​​Louis patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, turned to Mr. Dursley and said, "I'm sorry about Harry, Mr. Dursley."

Mr. Dursley waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"I'm sorry, but I can guarantee that Harry didn't do it." Louis touched the back of Harry's head and explained to him: "But he is also responsible for this matter. So, Mr. Mason's order from you Don’t worry, I will let someone contact him and try to let him meet your needs, do you think this is okay?”

In the previous life, there were a lot of arguments about the Dursley family's attitude towards Harry, but Louis didn't care about that. What other people's attitudes were was their own business. There wasn't that much empathy in the world, and Louis didn't want to judge. how.

But Harry is indeed responsible for this matter, and Louis also wants to help him wipe his ass.

After all, Harry would still have to live here until Sirius came out.

The best way is to use both kindness and power, especially for the Dursleys... In fact, the most important thing is that he is used to this method. Blindly coercing is what a dark devil like Voldemort would do. Will follow orders and do things temporarily under high pressure, but the efficiency of this kind of passiveness is far less than that of taking the initiative.

It's like forcing people to work 996. Under high pressure, employees are taking a break to catch their breath and catch fish. The actual efficiency is actually not very good.

But after all, most capitalists prefer to buy cars, but employees are not animals, they are also people.

How did you say that? My monthly income is 28,000 yuan, and the company is my home. If you earn 1,800 yuan a month, screw your boss.

"Well...thank you so much! My Highness!" Dursley's red face turned purple again. This time he was not angry, but excited and happy.

This helped him a lot.

In addition, Harry, who had always looked displeased, was now so cute.

People are so realistic.

Louis was not interested in watching the British version of Ochumelov perform his erotic stunts. It was one thing for him not to comment on the Dursleys' previous attitude towards Harry, but it was another thing not to have a favorable impression of the Dursleys.

Helping him complete the drilling rig order from Mr. Mason is to help Harry repay the kindness of raising him over the years.

Next, we need to carefully consider the matter of child abuse - but how to treat the Dursley family depends on Harry's intention. This is respect for his friends.

He chuckled and said to Mr. Dursley: "Then... I hope Harry will have a happy life in the future."

"No problem!" Mr. Dursley smiled so hard that his eyesight went out. He hugged Harry and said, "From now on, Harry will be like our biological son!"

"Then I'm relieved." Louis smiled noncommittally, and then pulled the reluctant Harry out from under his armpit: "I want to invite Harry to stay at my house, you shouldn't be too embarrassed, right? ?Mr. Dursley?"

"No problem! No problem!" the Dursleys said in unison.

…

After all, the Dursleys are still Harry's guardians, so they still need to obtain their consent before taking Harry away.

Harry had quite a lot of luggage. Louis helped him carry Hedwig, and the driver of the car helped him carry the luggage down to the second floor, and walked away under the envious eyes of the Dursley family.

In order not to be too shocking, Tom and Jerry stayed in the car and waited for their return. Since the two of them followed Louis, they have saved a lot of things every day - mainly because Louis is used to reaching out for clothes, but he is not used to having to do everything by himself after arriving at school.

After all, Bill and the others couldn't possibly follow him to Hogwarts, right?

Both guys were wearing neat tuxedos, and they really looked like that.

After Harry greeted them both, he looked at the interior of the car as if he were discovering a new world... He has never been in such a luxurious car in his entire life.

Louis sat opposite Harry, and Diana sat with Harry. Harry was a little nervous at first, but with a few words from the gentle Diana, he lost his nerves at Hogwarts.

"Orange juice, please?" Louis asked.

"Okay." Harry didn't know what he should drink, so he just asked and said that's fine.

Tom dusted his sleeves gracefully, took out a can of freshly squeezed orange juice from the wine cabinet, and added a glass for each of the three of them.

Louis is not yet an adult, and drinking alcohol is still not good for the body, so the wine cabinet contains various juices that are freshly squeezed for him by the servants before each trip.

Harry took the juice and began to tell Louis about his experience.

"I thought you didn't write to me, Louis." Harry, who knew the truth, was much more cheerful. He returned to his heartless smile like a fool, and handed the empty cup to Tom for a refill: " I'm almost dying of anxiety... You know, I even thought that none of you were on good terms with me... Fortunately, that Dobby said that he intercepted all the letters sent to me..."

"You also wrote to me, right?" Harry looked at Louis.

Louis burst into laughter. He took the orange juice from Tom and said with a smile: "Silly boy... why did I write that stuff..."

"Not even Miss Worley?" Harry asked stupidly.

Diana heard the words "Miss Worley" and her eyes became playful.

The glass of orange juice in Louis' hand clattered to the carpet.