I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Solanlian’s Sleeping Coffee

Under Solanlian's twinkling eyes, Lewis stopped drinking coffee and cast a discerning eye at the coffee.

Hot coffee (added version): Solanlian's hand-ground coffee tastes excellent, but her special potion is added to it, which may cause you to fall asleep a few hours after consumption.

Right, this is the real Solanlian.

Seeing Louis put down the coffee cup in his hand, Catherine felt nervous and quickly put it down as well.

At the same time, ripples flashed in front of Louis, and the next moment, Solanlian was tied up by the golden rope turned into Louis' spell.

Louis walked up to Solanlian, sighed at the binding skills of the magic spell, and raised her chin with the wand: "I expected you to have this trick, Sister Lianne."

"Humph." Solanlian put on a steadfast and unyielding look, very much like a French guerrilla captured by the German army.

"Little Moon." Louis turned his head and waved in greeting.

Catherine understood, picked up the coffee on the table, walked over and handed it to Solanlian.

"Shh, keep your voice down. She was trying to sell her house-elf protection theory to us, but Miss Worley ordered her to read what she should have read..." Harry said in a low voice, "Don't go to Miss Worley.

Please beg for mercy, otherwise I will definitely not have as much juice for you to eat..."

Harry couldn't see it and said: "Kreacher, don't talk about my friend like that."

"Me? Ah, I'm not in a hurry." Sirius said with some embarrassment. He had always been surrounded by hot girls, but he had never thought about getting married and having children.

Because of this incident, Solanlian was angry for several days, and she did not calm down until Louis and the others set off to Sirius's home at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"She's very cooperative, hum." Lewis pinched her face, and then he saw her losing consciousness under the influence of coffee.

In fact, this was also his fault. Harry always said he didn't want to practice, but he didn't force it.

The topic of chat was nothing but children, and regarding education, Sirius was extremely proud of Harry's achievements in school, and was especially full of praise for Harry's talent in Quidditch.

Catherine was also very simple. She threw a lot of works by her mentors at her and said viciously: "Read all these and I will check them randomly after a month. If you have not integrated these works, I think you will not want to try to reverse gold."

What a bell it feels like!”

"Okay, Sirius, don't hit him, he's already pitiful enough." Hermione begged pitifully for Kreacher.

The Weasley family was still chatting eagerly with Sirius and Solanlian, and when Ye Ziyan walked in from the door, the atmosphere became even more lively.

"It should be said that I know Kreacher very well." Louis shook his head at Kreacher and received a forced smile from Kreacher.

"Do you think I look like Shabby?" Ron asked.

Sirius thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a suitable nickname for Harry.

"Okay, don't think so much. Voldemort is not a serious problem. Even if you think about it, it won't help. You can't expect the Ministry of Magic to destroy him, right?" Louis spread his hands: "Wait until the Ministry of Magic gathers the Aurors,

They've all run away a long time ago."

After staying in the bedroom for a while, Kreacher had already prepared today's breakfast. Of course, Hermione was not included. After Louis' persuasion, Kreacher reluctantly prepared a breakfast for Hermione.

It was early in the morning when we went there, and only Sirius was up, kicking the house elf with his feet.

On the screen, Sirius was chatting up a Muggle girl, and then had dinner together. After dinner, the two got into a hotel.

Solanlian snorted and closed her eyes without looking at the two people in front of her. She looked extremely arrogant.

The elf was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist. He seemed to have several times more skin than his body actually needed. His head was bald, but there were two big bat-like ears.

He had a lot of white hair on his face, his eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was very big, almost like a pig’s nose.

For a moment he really wanted to tear the newspaper into pieces.

Louis interjected: "People have to move forward. He has passed away. All we can do is to live well with this memory, right, Sirius?"

Ron flew up and kicked Harry on the butt, laughing and scolding: "Get out of here."

"You're right." Harry nodded and walked out of the bedroom.

Sirius laughed coldly: "She is indeed quite strong. She must have inherited it from Solanlian - she gave me the nickname 'Big Black' back then. Unfortunately, I could never beat her, otherwise I would have to hang her up."

.”

"Yeah." Harry nodded, sitting by the window and trying his best to recall the scene in his dream. Everything was so realistic... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... but he was very sure that one of them was definitely

There was Voldemort, otherwise his head wouldn't be in pain like this.

When this conjecture was confirmed from Kreacher's mouth, Louis smiled even more.

Harry nodded.

When lunch was approaching, the Weasley family arrived belatedly. Seeing Hermione sitting at the desk studying a magnificent masterpiece, Ron "ps" at Harry and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? I'm sick again."

This is?"

"The sun is shining on you, Harry." Louis greeted with a smile.

"Let her rest in the house, really." Louis shook his head and sighed, this woman is really... tsk tsk.

Harry was still lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling as if he had a nightmare. He had just woken up from a very vivid dream. It was not until Louis called him Scarhead that he came out of the nightmare.

Recover.

"It seems that you still can't forget Emma." Aunt Molly said with some regret: "Oh, you are always so infatuated, Sirius..."

Sirius took the newspaper and the first thing he saw was the huge front page.

"Is this your infatuation?" Ye Ziyan asked jokingly.

"I'd better forget it." Sirius waved his hand and said: "Don't talk about this, why don't you talk about what we are going to do in two days..."

Harry pressed his hands tightly to his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had pressed a white-hot metal wire against his skin.

"Then what do you call him?" Louis has never been very good at giving people nicknames.

Kreacher immediately retorted: "I don't need the pity of a smelly little mudblood like you."

Catherine almost didn't even think about it before she immediately answered: "Scarhead."

Sirius looked a little embarrassed when Louis said this.

Seeing everyone coming, Sirius dropped Kreacher, glared at him fiercely, then turned around and went to Harry's room to wake him up.

"Peter Pettigrew Successfully Escapes from Prison"

Sirius looked at Louis, then at Harry, and said with a smile: "I have always believed that good friends should call each other nicknames, so as to appear close. For example, James liked to call me Padfoot, and I preferred to call him Padfoot.

He pointed a fork..."

Solanlian put her little face on her face and said with a smile: "You are indeed a grown-up. Sirius, you should find a suitable girl to spend the rest of your life with."

Louis followed him and walked into Harry's room, where he saw Harry lying upright on the bed.

"Don't talk too harshly, Sirius." Louis took out the latest "Daily Prophet" from his pocket - this is the morning newspaper he left Solanlian's house this morning: "Let's take a look."

"Look at what I'm doing, can it be called a prison break?" Sirius defended: "That's walking, it's leaving..."

But Hermione, an elf protector, was not angry. Instead, she looked at him with pity. This lit up a hornet's nest, and Kreacher's curse words became even more difficult.

"These losers!" he cursed viciously.

At this point, Harry grabbed his collar and felt as if a lump of ice had slipped into his stomach on a hot day.

Louis turned around and shouted: "Kathy, if you could give Harry a nickname, what do you think would suit him?"

Harry did not speak, but sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and using the other hand to fumble for his glasses on the bedside table. He put on his glasses, and the scene in front of him finally became clear.

"Dirty little Mudblood, stay away from me." Kreacher's Snape behavior continued.

"I don't think you look like that." Harry smacked his lips: "I think you just..."

But Hermione did not appreciate it, but said without raising her head: "Harry, this is his freedom, my God... This is the beginning of the house elves' resistance to the rule of wizards, we should support..."

Louis exchanged his own breakfast with Hermione's, and watched as Kreacher quickly took away the plate in front of Louis, and gave him another one a moment later.

This sentence made Hermione choke so much that Louis laughed happily.

"Just...when I was dreaming." Harry began to tell about his strange dream: "It was a dark room...There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and there was a little man kneeling on the ground. He seemed to be

Peter...no, he is Peter Wormtail, and there is a cold, sharp voice ordering Peter, that is Voldemort's voice."

"Does the scar hurt?" Sirius asked with concern.

The translation is Bai Zuo Shui Wei Er, read what you should read.

In addition to being unsightly, this guy's mouth really deserves a beating.

He closed his eyes tightly and recalled again, trying to recall Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't.

When Hermione arrived, the house elf Kreacher scolded everyone including his master Sirius. The words he used were so rich and the tricks were so complicated that even Snape would be hard-pressed to match.

"Look, my wife is good at picking nicknames, isn't she?" Louis showed off to Sirius.

"What's wrong with you? Harry?" Sirius' expression was concerned.

Evil people need to be punished by evil people. This is an eternal truth.

"That's not what you said when you escaped from prison." Louis said sarcastically from the side.

"If you say it again, we will laugh." After Louis said this, he looked at each other and laughed together, warning the cheerful air in the bedroom.

Kreacher's cooking skills were pretty good, slightly inferior to those of the house elves at Hogwarts, but this advantage was only a little bit better. While Hermione was eating, she was very moved, at least in her opinion,

Her relationship with Kreacher has broken down.

"So Sirius, when do you plan to have a child of your own?" Aunt Molly suddenly asked.

Louis endured it again and again, and finally told Sirius that this nickname was actually his mother's impulse.

"Sirius, Louis." Harry greeted. He pressed the scar, but it still hurt badly.

Catherine slapped her knife and fork on the table, walked over to Hermione, and carried her out.

"I hope you can cooperate, Mom."

This kind of character is really not very likable - she is not even a Virgin, she is forcing everyone to accept her point of view, and she has some hints of an extreme animal rights organization.

"I only know that as soon as Voldemort's chair turned around, when I saw what it was, I felt a huge fear and woke up suddenly, as if something invisible was pressing on me, making me unable to

Even if I move, I can't make a sound. I can only stare at the ceiling with my eyes open..."

"The young master is a disgusting, ungrateful and filthy man who broke his mother's heart -" Kreacher muttered while holding his head after being beaten, which made Sirius wish he could cast a spell to shut him up forever.

Lewis frowned and said: "It seems that your boy's Occlumency is really not practiced well...Did you dream about Voldemort?"

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But having said that, Kreacher's attitude towards Louis was quite good. If not respectful, at least he could be said to be on tenterhooks. Louis immediately realized that it was 10,000% because his mother had done something to Kreacher back then.

The education of love.

As a result, Sirius looked embarrassed after hearing this. Zi Yan covered his mouth and smiled, took out his wand, and formed a scene in front of everyone.

"Don't think about it if you can't remember it, Harry." Sirius said with concern: "Wormtail, you must be dreaming, Wormtail, that traitor is still in Azkaban."

"You've lost all my heart and soul," Solanlian commented.

Louis waved his wand and pried open Solanlian's mouth, and then Catherine poured two cups of coffee into Solanlian's mouth.

Sirius immediately answered: "Yes, yes, that's right, Louis. That's actually what I think. After all, you have to look forward."

Ye Ziyan put away the magic spell, put the wand back in his pocket, and snorted at Louis.

He wanted to step on him, but Louis quickly dodged it.

"I think you have the potential to be a scumbag. I've seen through you, Louis." Ye Ziyan looked like a scheming frog touching your belly, indicating that he had seen through it just like Pique saw through Phnom Penh Luo's fake moves.

Louis' inner potential.

(End of chapter)