I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

"Louis, Louis -" a sweet and gentle voice sounded from outside the door, "get up quickly, or I'm going to come in."

Louis opened his sleepy eyes and looked sideways. The morning light shone on the ground through the cracks in the curtains. Looking at the angle, it was probably around seven or eight o'clock. He muttered that it was still early. He turned over and was about to continue playing chess with Duke Zhou. Unexpectedly, the door opened.

, and immediately felt a chill on his body.

Turning around, the uninvited guest who took away his quilt was looking at him leisurely.

"Ah...Sister Diana, please let me rest for a while. Young children are growing, and lack of sleep will affect their development."

Diana was unmoved, put the quilt aside, lifted Louis up from the bed, and urged softly: "Get up quickly, you are young and don't be as lazy as grandpa..."

"What's for breakfast?" Louis asked with a cute look on his face, hugging the pillow.

"Sausage, toast, baked beans with tomato sauce, roasted tomatoes, and scrambled eggs." As Diana spoke, she quickly made the bed for Louis, obviously rushing him out of bed.

"Sausage? Mi (Italian sausage) or bratwurst (German sausage)?" Louis asked relentlessly.

"British sausage."

"Oh, no..." Louis only felt waves of nausea rising from his stomach to his throat. He buried his head in the pillow and groaned feebly: "I don't want... don't eat emulsified high-fat sweetbreads...

"

"It's not a good habit to be picky about food, my dear baby." After Diana finished speaking, she turned back and shouted: "Come in."

As the words fell, a row of maids filed in, surrounded Louis to wash up, and then served him to change clothes as usual. After this complicated procedure, Louis simply felt tired.

Louis, who looked tired, sat at the dining table, facing the traditional English breakfast, which felt quite unpalatable.

In fact, this breakfast is not unpalatable. The difficulty lies in the emulsified high-fat sweetbreads tube. Louis once had the opportunity to taste it. Even the most orthodox cund sausage could not interest him.

I know everything about British cooking.

As for the other fried dishes, they were quite satisfying, but the Mountbatten family's tradition of not allowing food to be wasted forced him to kill the sausage with a life-or-death attitude.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love the emulsified high-fat sweetbreads tube deeply." Louis murmured sadly and indignantly. The maid who was waiting on the side immediately cut the sausage into slices and put it in front of him. He closed his eyes.

With eyes closed, he picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

It should be said or not, but it smells a bit stinky.

Just clean and hygienic.

After years of edification, even stones have to smell a little bit. Louis, who is smart and intelligent, has naturally learned the manners of those nobles. Even if he is forced to eat food he doesn't like, he can do it.

Impeccably elegant.

Coupled with his handsome appearance, he is even more elegant.

"Pulling, puffing..."

Something seemed to be flapping its wings. Louis looked around and saw an owl hitting his window hard.

That fat Scottish chicken with a round face doesn't seem to be very smart.

"Why is there an owl? Oh... Susan, go get some food and go out to feed this poor little guy. Really, it looks like it's lost." Diana put down the newspaper and looked at the owl with pity in her eyes.

.

Louis' previous letters were all sent by the family servants, so Diana didn't know that owls had the ability to deliver letters.

Louis called Susan: "Ms. Susan, please stop for a moment. Don't go yet. Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Bill, can you please open the window first? I think this little guy seems to be here to find me."

Diana wrinkled her delicate eyebrows, but did not object to her brother's behavior.

She also really wanted to get close to this little thing.

The valet Bill bowed to acknowledge receipt, then stepped on the stool and opened the window above.

The owl flew in, stopped on the table, and dropped a letter in front of Louis.

He did not rush to open the envelope, but instead picked up a fork and pushed the cut emulsified high-fat offal tube in front of the owl. The owl was not picky about food, so he chirped a few times to express his gratitude, lowered his head and began to enjoy the rare food.

Grab the bamboo shoots.

Diana also put down the newspaper, looked at the little creature feasting in front of her, got up and walked over, stretched out her hand to touch its feathers, then looked at the letters on the table, and said with interest: "This little guy is not afraid of people... Well,

Is it here to deliver a message?"

Louis nodded and opened the letter.

It says:

Dear Louis:

I learned that Harry had a little trouble at his uncle's house recently. I think as his good friend, you will not sit idly by. In addition, say hello to old Louis for me.

Yours faithfully

Albus Dumbledore

As he put down the letter, Diana asked with concern: "What happened, Louis?"

"It's my principal, so it's not a big deal." Louis handed the letter to Bill and asked him to put it away: "The letter said that one of my classmates has a little trouble and needs my help to deal with it."

"But..." Louis hesitated: "He doesn't seem to have told me where his classmate's home address is."

As if telepathically, another owl landed outside the window.

Susan went over to retrieve the letter and fed it some beef jerky. The owl whistled happily twice and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Dear Louis:

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you Harry's home address. I hope you won't blame an old man for his forgetfulness.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Yours faithfully

Albus Dumbledore

Louis thought a few times in his mind.

"Okay, I need to go to Surrey in a while... Mr. Bill, please inform Mr. Askin to prepare a car for me." Louis handed the letter to Bill and ordered.

"Let me go with you, Louis." Diana said with a hint of worry on her eyebrows: "It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"It's okay, Duhe (Diana's nickname)." Louis said with a smile: "My classmate's family situation is relatively complicated. His parents died when he was very young, and he is now staying with his aunt and uncle... Oh

, his aunt and uncle are both Muggles... just ordinary people who don't know magic, and they have a very bad attitude towards him."

"Oh, it's so pitiful." Diana was full of pity for the poor little boy she had never met before: "Then I want to go with you even more, and I must take him home, alas...poor child

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Having said this, she covered her chest with both hands, her big eyes filled with sympathy and sadness.

"Okay, if you don't mind the trouble." Louis shrugged, he didn't care.

As for Harry's uncle... he had his own way of dealing with Vernon Lewis.