I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

After the three classmates walked out of the office, Tifa's face immediately darkened. She looked at Lockhart with an unkind expression and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Gilderoy, it's okay to be vain, but don't be too presumptuous..."

"Yes, yes..." Lockhart wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Tifa's anger made him tremble and sweat profusely.

"What's going on?" Her voice was cold.

Lockhart told Tifa the ins and outs of the incident. After hearing this, Tifa tapped her fingers on the table and said coldly: "The students at Hogwarts are really wanton nowadays. Some of them even dare to fight in class...

..." At this point, she narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully recalled the details just now.

"Something's not right. Why is that Percy different from usual? I remember that he has a very calm personality..." Tifa seemed to be in a bad mood, and the rhythm of her fingers tapping on the table became more and more rapid.

"Maybe he took the wrong medicine today," Lockhart said, laughing.

"No, I have some bad feelings." Tifa raised her eyebrows and looked at Lockhart, who was still giggling, and her mood suddenly became worse.

Having such a brother is really...

Tifa held her forehead, really not wanting to say more.

On weekdays, she was in charge of the teaching work, and even taught magic to his classmates. But Lockhart, who was just a professor, thought about nothing more than replying to fans every day, and promoting his glorious deeds. Regarding teaching issues, he

I don't want to interfere at all.

Tired, destroy it.

Now she really wanted to cast the Imperius Curse on Lockhart so that he could focus on his teaching career.

If Beauxbatons had an academy, it would be Azkaban.

…

Let's say that the three little ones wandered back to Louis' office and found that everyone was still sitting there waiting, with small notes stuck on their faces. When they looked carefully, it turned out that the four of them were playing poker...

"Three fours." Penello threw down three cards.

"No." Percy and Jack said in unison.

"Three sixes, place your order." Seeing that everyone was silent, Penello thought that he had a chance to win. He had three sixes and a three in his hand, so he decisively chose to hit three sixes first.

Not greedy enough...

Louis watched her place the order, smiled confidently, threw out two cards, and slowly said two words.

"Two kings!"

"No more playing, no more playing!" Penello threw the three in the card pile. Anyway, she was definitely defeated. There was no need to play anymore. She raised her head and noticed that the three little ones came in.

, hurriedly screamed and turned around, grabbing randomly with his hands, trying to tear off the paper on his face.

"You're back so soon?" Louis only had two pieces of paper on his face, so he tore them up quickly. He looked at the three little ones with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

Hermione nodded and replied: "Well, Professor Lockhart didn't find any information that could prove that he has a problem...but there is something strange."

"Tell me about it." Louis was not surprised. He sent the three little ones there just to have a shot.

Hermione did not respond to Louis, but looked at the three senior classmates: "I noticed a strange thing in Professor Lockhart. I always felt that Professor Lockhart's attitude towards his sister was not quite right, that kind of condescension.

His attitude is really not what a brother should have towards his sister."

"Oh, tell me this." Percy said without thinking, "You haven't taken their class, so you may not know much about it. Assistant Tifa has always been strong, and she is really strong and has very good teaching methods.

, and you also know that Professor Lockhart is usually more vain, and Assistant Professor Tifa is actually disgusted with him like that."

"So she always scolds Professor Lockhart, right?" Louis asked suddenly.

"Yes, that's right," Percy replied.

"That's not right... I've never seen this kind of strange brother-sister relationship, and my intuition tells me something's not right... It feels very awkward, but I can't put it into words." Hermione frowned, really not understanding it.

Louis thought to himself that you haven't read enough Japanese comics. There are more sisters with such strong personalities...and there are also many sisters who are strict, okay?

"Probably because of his strong personality." Louis shrugged, not feeling anything was wrong.

But Hermione still frowned and held on to the question, but seeing that Louis didn't seem to care much, she suppressed the doubts in her heart and planned to pry out the information herself when she had the opportunity.

"Okay, you have been busy all night, and you must be tired." Louis saw that Harry and Ron were a little tired, so he said to them: "If you are hungry, eat something here first before going back.

"

Ron's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that he was eating, and his sluggish spirit disappeared.

The end result was that he and Harry devoured their food in a hurry, and returned to the Gryffindor common room with their bloated robes and crab steps.

After everyone left, Louis returned to the bedroom.

Under the candlelight, the senior student was lying on the pillow reading a book. Her slender waist was slightly arched downward, and her plump peach and exquisite back formed a curve with many mountains.

The senior sister's two jade-white little feet were swinging back and forth leisurely. When she heard Louis opening the door and coming in, her crystal toes even scratched at him, as if sending an invitation.

"What are you looking at?" Louis walked over, and the Lushan claws naturally rested on the senior's straight and slender calves.

The warm and delicate touch suddenly made Lewis feel something, and he subconsciously made a move to put it into gear.

"What are you doing?" Catherine felt Louis' movement and was stunned.

"Oh, subconsciously..." Louis explained with a smile: "I thought I was driving, so I subconsciously shifted gears."

The result was a look from the senior sister, plus a kick that was neither light nor heavy.

"So what are you looking at?" Louis smiled and stepped forward to see what the senior sister was looking at.

"Hey, take your hand away, it's so itchy..." Catherine broke free of her right foot from Louis' hand, and then said: "Isn't that the books you got back? I was reading that... well, "On Contradiction"

"."

"Hey, why are you suddenly interested in these?" Louis also became interested. He held the senior's little foot in his hand again. The senior struggled to break away a few times, but she no longer resisted and let him squeeze it.

Went on.

But Louis' next words made Catherine so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

"I always thought you were a woman who put her muscles first, why are you starting to use your brains?"

That casual tone and the tone that wants to be beaten can really make people so angry that Jesus was born and the Virgin ascended to heaven.

Catherine silently recited a few words in her mind not to be angry, and her anger actually subsided. She rolled her eyes charmingly and closed the book in her hand: "I can't just think about learning magic every day...since

Once I become your girlfriend, I have to keep up with you. I can't be a burden to you, and I can't help you with anything, right?"

Louis patted his senior's peach with satisfaction, and praised proudly: "My dear wife, I am becoming more and more fond of you."

Louis used self-proclaimed e here, which is an ancient and sacred usage. In 1169, Henry II of England elaborated on the theory of "the divine power of the king". This theory is that "the monarch and the Creator work together", so

He used the word "e" to express "God and I", which represents that the monarch not only represents the royal majesty, but also represents the will of God.

In fact, it is probably equivalent to the Chinese words "朜", "无人", and "古". The fundamental purpose is to declare one's own uniqueness and to consolidate the supreme status of power.

This usage is also used in some very formal styles, such as magazine editors or judges, etc. The purpose is to declare one's authority in professional standards and professional qualities - but in fact it is just like Siris now.

, you rarely hear others call themselves "this officer" or "this professor". After all, we are now in a harmonious society where everyone is equal. If you say that you put on airs at every turn, then who do you think you are as a fortune teller?

In fact, the Pope has been using this title to call himself now. Although he does not have many teachers, his status in the Catholic world is indeed unique.

"You're fat, and you're out of breath." Catherine snorted, took her little feet away from Louis' hand, and changed her position to lie on her side on the bed, with one arm leaning on the pillow to support her chin, and the other hand

He grabbed Louis' clothes and took him to the bed.

After looking face to face for a long time, Catherine's eyes were as gentle as water, as if she was talking to him, or she was whispering to herself: "My little deer is so handsome, I can't get enough of it..."

"I remember you were not like this before. You couldn't say such things before." Louis smiled and teased her chin, as if he was teasing a kitten: "You used to blush when nothing happened, but I see you now...

…”

He forcefully suppressed the words "you are so thick-skinned".

"What now?" Catherine asked with interest.

"It's just that you are getting more and more skilled at teasing me." Louis said sincerely.

"When you love someone, there is nothing to hide and nothing to be shy about." Catherine said so, but under the light, Louis could still see the crimson clouds on her face.

"Really?" Louis put his little face close to her and closed the distance. He could clearly feel that Catherine's breathing was a little rapid.

"Then... can it be false?" Catherine said unnaturally. She really couldn't suppress her shy feeling.

Of course Louis could see it, and he smiled secretly in his heart. Since he was bored now, he planned to have fun with Catherine.

"I see that you look very unnatural. Could it be that you don't mean what you mean?" Louis asked pretending to be suspicious, "Are you deceiving me..."

Catherine was anxious. She sat up in a hurry, not caring that she was a little naked. She was about to argue something, but she saw Louis' malicious smile. In anger, she reached out and hit Louis hard on the buttocks:

"You little bastard, is it fun to tease me..."

"Of course it's fun, hahahaha..." Louis laughed evilly.

Catherine was so angry that she pressed Louis on the bed, wanting to slap him twice to relieve her hatred, but she was reluctant to do it. She was struggling, and suddenly remembered that Louis tickled her in the past, so she stretched out her hands to Louis' waist,

Start scratching and itching.

"Ouch... Ouch, Kathy, Little Moon, I was wrong... Hahahaha..." Louis was also very ticklish. When Catherine tickled him like this, he immediately laughed and fell into a ball in Catherine's hand.

The carp kept trying to break free, but Catherine had the advantage of age after all, and coupled with the little magic spell she cast secretly without respecting martial ethics, she had the upper hand for a while, suppressing Louis until he could not move.

After all, Louis had grown up, and it was still difficult for Catherine to subdue him. After such a fuss, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She just scratched Louis' ribs and said fiercely: "Say

!Don’t you dare to do anything bad in the future!”

"Hahahaha... Little Moon, please stop scratching... I dare, of course I will dare in the future..." Louis is not a man who admits defeat, and being stubborn is his strong point.

Catherine's hand tickled her ribs more frequently, which was good this time. Louis laughed even more cheerfully, out of breath, and even burst into tears.

"I want you to be tough...ha...bastard little deer." After scratching for a while, Catherine had no strength left. After all, Louis was very strong. Her hands had to be used to scratch the itch. As he struggled left and right, she actually

Being freed from birth.

Louis rubbed the ribs and soft flesh around his waist. Seeing that Catherine was about to slip out, he turned over and hugged Catherine's body from behind. He hugged her waist with two arms and grabbed one of her ribs with each hand.

, scratching the itch like playing the piano.

Catherine's body softened as her weak point was caught, and she fell back on the bed, pressing Louis down.

"Hahaha... Xiaolu... you bastard... cluck..." Catherine, who was turned against her, giggled. She wanted to get up and resist Louis, but her tickle was scratched, and her whole body was sore under the effect of the tickling force.

He was so weak that he couldn't muster any energy to resist.

"Say! Do you dare to tickle me again?" Louis pretended to be threatening, without stopping his hand movements.

"I don't dare anymore... I don't dare anymore... Hahaha... Stop scratching, it's so itchy, little deer..." Catherine's legs were feebly kicked on the bed, and the quilt was kicked into a ball.

The sheets were rumpled from being kicked down.

"Then are you wrong?" Louis already knew that Catherine was more itchy than him. This time, this time, Catherine hurt the enemy eighty times and hurt herself a thousand. That's right.

"I was wrong, I was wrong...haha...luck..."

"Then...call me, brother?" Lewis slowed down his hand movements slightly and whispered against her ear.

There is no brother in English. Catherine has been learning Chinese since last year and can speak Mandarin fluently than Louis, so Louis also said this sentence in Chinese.

"You! Don't even think about it... Hahaha..." Catherine didn't know what her brother meant, so she kept refusing in shame, leaving no room for him at all.