I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"I..." Louis was about to say it, but was pushed away by Catherine.

"Put away your idiotic thoughts. Are you humiliating me or yourself by what you say in this situation?" Catherine's voice was cold and she looked at Louis with indifferent eyes.

"Pull out your wand!" she said coldly.

"Kathy, I..." Louis tried to make a final struggle.

"Pull out your wand!" she roared like a wounded lioness.

Louis sighed and pulled out his wand.

He knew that no matter what he said, it would not make Catherine calm down.

"Then let's end it." A word flashed through his mind, but he soon felt something was wrong.

How could I think this? He was so shocked by his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that Catherine had taken action.

The two usually dueled, and Catherine's first spell was always to faint.

A blazing red light flashed, and Louis was rolled and thrown far away by the curse. He hit the corner of a table hard, smashing the table, but his whole body was still strong. The ground slapped against the wall.

He felt a rush of heat rush out of his ribs, a slight movement, and a sharp pain.

Broken ribs.

This was his only thought.

Compared to this, the long wound on his arm was nothing.

The most important thing is that his subconscious self-talk began to appear again in his mind.

Catherine walked up in three steps at a time, with clenched fists and concern in her eyebrows. She was about to say words of concern, but she forced herself to look cold: "You think I will forgive you if you do this?" You? Want to win my sympathy like this?"

As soon as she said the words, she began to feel annoyed. It was obviously not what she wanted to say just now. She felt that something was wrong between the two of them, but she didn't know what was wrong.

Louis endured the pain, he slightly narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Since you know me so well, you should know that people like me just want to be worthy of myself."

Right, that is it……

The voice in his heart continued to hint, and he even felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

He stood up unsteadily, without looking at Catherine, and whispered: "At least now, I think I have completed my atonement and will not owe each other anything from now on. Okay...can I leave now?"

As he spoke, his throat felt sweet, but his attempt to suppress it had the opposite effect.

A piece of blood spurted out, staining the floor under his feet red.

Catherine knew that he was in a bad mood and wanted to say something soft, but she was too proud to say it. At this time, she had long lost her initial anger, and now she was just trying not to lose face.

Seeing Lewis staggering forward, she walked over and grabbed him, saying awkward words of concern: "Why are you walking like this? You'd better stay and eat some bone spirits."

"I don't like having a hot face against a cold butt." He broke away from Catherine's hand without looking back and said coldly.

Lewis is telling the truth, and he also has his own pride. Others have already said that, so is there any need to ask for trouble?

Catherine didn't say anything. After casting a petrifying spell on him, she planned to use a floating spell to put him on the bed, but after thinking about it, she felt it was wrong.

She lifted Lewis up sideways with some difficulty, returned to the bedroom and put him on her bed.

Catherine took the bone spirit from the cabinet and poured it into Louis' mouth.

"Finite! (curse stops)"

As soon as the effect of the petrification spell disappeared, Louis, who was choked, couldn't control himself and coughed violently. It was better this time, because it involved the injury on his ribs. He was so painful that for a moment he really wanted to give himself an Avatar.

Lewis gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the wound, and glanced at Catherine coldly.

"You can try the Fire Spell, so that I can avoid some pain...or do you want to humiliate me to make yourself happy?"

He was completely different now than he was just now. Under the guidance of that whisper, the unfounded resentment became stronger and stronger.

Since we no longer owe each other anything, what if we become strangers?

Catherine's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, and Louis' cold eyes made her whole body feel cold.

She realized that if she still held on to her pride like this, she would lose her fawn forever.

She wanted to say something, do something, but she didn't know what to do.

No, rather than saying that I don’t know what to do, I should say...

In her heart, there was also a murmur like a self-talk pulling her, preventing her from getting closer to Louis.

"I have three suggestions now. One is the Fire Curse." Louis said in a very calm tone, as if he was saying words that had nothing to do with him: "The second one is to forget everything. Just wave the magic wand gently, and we can The unhappiness between the two... ugh."

He flicked his palm: "It will disappear."

"Personally, I recommend the third one more." Louis continued, "How about the soul leaving the body? As long as you cast this spell, from now on, you can vent your anger however you want."

"By the way, if you didn't know, the spell is Imperio."

"That's enough, Louis!" Catherine's eyes were red: "Do you really want to estrange the relationship between us?"

Louis smiled when he heard this, and he asked: "Do I really want to do this?"

Catherine was stunned.

"We have always been friends." As soon as Louis finished these words, the medicine of Shengguling took effect. He endured the feeling of soreness, itching, pain and swelling, and said calmly: "In There is a saying in my mother’s hometown, ‘The friendship between gentlemen should be as indifferent as clear water, and the friendship between gentlemen should be as sweet as honey water.’ This is also my motto.”

"Even if I go to see Harry, it's just Professor Dumbledore's request. I would rather bask in the sun in the manor than ride in a dusty car to deal with problems that don't belong to me."

Catherine suddenly said: "But you promised to write to me, and you always break your promise, right?"

"Why do I have to write to you before Dumbledore asks me to deal with Harry's affairs?" Louis asked back: "There are still thirty days to the holiday. Please give me a letter that can prove that I will not give you anything in the next thirty days." The basis for your letter."

"After I saw your owl, I immediately wanted to come to you in person. This is enough to show how much I value you... As for you, I still can't figure out what I did to do this. For you to treat me like this, you don’t even want to call me Louis.”

Catherine wanted to speak, but Louis put his index finger on her lips: "There is another saying, Muhammad will go to the mountains if the mountains do not come to him. Although I have not written to you these days, have you ever thought about it? Have you ever written to me?"

"Since you haven't thought about it, what qualifications do you have to accuse me?"

Louis was really numb from standing on the high ground. He looked at Catherine and continued: "I think I have fulfilled my obligations as a friend and assumed my obligations as a gentleman."

"I have never been like this to others. I am willing to humble myself and ask for her forgiveness in order to make my best friend feel better, but now it seems..."

"Worey, it seems...my best friend doesn't regard me as her friend..."

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Things will come full circle in the next chapter, maybe?