I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Professor Cat... ah, no, Professor McGonagall is quite good at coaxing people. After a while, she made Tifa feel less sad.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall is usually very gentle. As long as her classmates don't make mistakes, she is even gentler than Dumbledore.

But considering the moral character of the students in Gryffindor House, it seems to be difficult for Professor McGonagall to stay calm throughout the semester.

It would be difficult for Gryffindor students to avoid getting into trouble, even if they win the National Football World Cup in Cyris.

The other three professors also paid their respects to Lockhart's body. Everyone was very sad, especially Snape.

"Your boy still owes me a bottle of Felixir..." He said to himself in his mind, pinching his big aquiline nose and staring at the Lockhart, thinking to himself, forget it, everyone will be gone. Just forget about it.

There are a few excuses that are universally applicable in the world. The big festival has come and everyone is gone. In fact, it is not an excuse, but more of a step, for others to step down, but also for myself.

Snape certainly understood this truth. As the saying goes, tear down the east wall to mend the west wall, and the wool comes from the sheep. This lost bottle of Felixir can be repaired from Dumbledore.

As a principal, you can't let your professors go unpaid, right?

Thinking of this, Snape gave a sinister smile, which frightened Hermione and Ron.

The two of them were whispering, and when they looked up again, they found Snape looking at them gloomily.

Noticing the two men raising their heads, Snape slowly turned his head back like an owl.

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, and after seeing that people's attention had been attracted, she said to the three little ones: "Okay kids, I think you should go back."

"You stay, Louis." Professor McGonagall said Louis' name emphatically.

For Professor McGonagall, the three little ones didn't dare to fight for any chance like they did for Dumbledore. The three of them looked at each other and walked out of the principal's office dejectedly.

It is a very good and vivid explanation of what it means that county officials are not as good as current officials.

"It's true Albus, alas." Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly and looked at Tifa: "When a person dies, he must be buried in the grave. Gilderoy is a professor at Hogwarts after all, if you don't mind. , we can hold a funeral for Gilderoy.”

"Thank you, Professor." Tifa's eyes were red and she still couldn't hold back her tears.

After discussion among several deans, it was decided that Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's funeral would be held in the Great Hall of Hogwarts three days later.

The cemetery is on the hillside far away from the castle, where many faculty members or classmates who died at Hogwarts are buried.

After all, Professor Lockhart is considered a member of Hogwarts. He goes to school at Hogwarts and works at Hogwarts. If his actions are excluded, he can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

But his behavior somewhat tarnished Hogwarts.

There were many people who wrote to Hogwarts wanting to attend Lockhart's funeral, especially his fans - in fact, they were basically all his fans.

But I don't know whether to be envious or pitiful. There were more than a thousand fans attending Lockhart's funeral. This was enough time that I could spare that day, but I only had one friend.

"So this is why you are gloating?" Catherine asked while sipping coffee in the office.

Today, Catherine had a seizure for some reason and actually put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Her elegant and intellectual aura made Louis feel a little uncontrollable from the bottom of his heart.

The senior sister is really versatile. Except for her temperament, which is not the same as that of her younger sister, she is very good at controlling her intelligence, royal sister, queen, etc.

With such a wife at home, wolfberry is difficult to treat...but Louis has a cheat, so it's not a big deal.

He took the coffee handed over by Christasa, shook his head and denied, "I'm not that kind of person... It's not okay to take pleasure in someone else's misfortune, but I really don't have sympathy."

"Yeah." Catherine nodded: "I don't like Lockhart either."

"Don't you want to ask why?" Louis was choked up all of a sudden. He originally planned to reveal Lockhart's good deeds to Catherine, but Catherine's refusal made him feel a little uncomfortable.

What does it feel like? It's as if you took off your pants and she told you to come and have sex. It's extremely frustrating.

Catherine looked at Lewis's throat and couldn't help but chuckle and adjust her glasses: "Okay, tell me."

Her voice is very gentle, and she feels like an intellectual big sister.

"I won't say anything anymore." Louis got angry, leaning on the table with his arms folded a little arrogantly, and turning his head to the side.

Catherine covered her mouth and chuckled, stood up and walked over, put her arm on his shoulders, leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Oh, tell me..."

"Don't say it, I'm in a mood." Lewis felt secretly happy.

"Okay..." Catherine shook Louis, her voice getting softer.

This is really overwhelming...

"Okay, okay." Louis cleared his throat: "Since you begged me sincerely, I will tell you mercifully."

"The books about him are basically made up - oh, my wording here is not quite accurate. I should say they were stolen." Louis shrugged: "Like a book called 'Southief' at the southern end of a peninsula in the Far East. 'Like other countries, they like to steal other people's things as their own."

It's a bit of a secret. Louis and his grandfather seem to have a grudge against Japan and South Korea. The grandfather hates the Japanese and the grandson hates the sticks.

Of course, neither Guizi nor Bangzi are good cakes.

"Lockhart was one of those people who, in his own words, 'Readers would not want to read about the deeds of an ugly old American wizard who saved a village from the scourge of werewolves and had his picture on the cover. , isn’t that ugly? He has no taste at all in his clothes.”

"These are his original words. The deeds of this old wizard were adapted into "Walking with Werewolves" by him."

"There is also "Breaking with the Female Ghost", which describes his expulsion of Wanlun female ghosts. It is actually the achievement of an old witch, but he stole it as his own."

Catherine was a little surprised. She had always thought that Lockhart was just a fool, and his books were most likely made up. She never expected that he was such a despicable person.

"What about the people who experienced the stories he stole as his own?" Krisstrasa asked cutely.

Louis responded with a look of pity: "Silly female dragon, there is a curse in the magic world called 'forgetfulness'..."

"Oh my god..." Although Catherine has a somewhat cold personality, she is still very upright in her outlook. She really can't accept that such a person can be a teacher and a professor at Hogwarts.

"I really don't know what Dumbledore is thinking, how could he allow such a person to be a professor..."

Her expression was a little disappointed. As the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore could accept such a person as a professor in the school. This was not what a principal should do.

"Hey, this has nothing to do with us." Louis spread his hands: "His funeral will be in two days. I really didn't expect so many die-hard fans to express their condolences."

"Such a scumbag!" Catherine gritted her teeth and said, "This kind of scumbag actually has fans. Merlin is really blind!"

"We might as well look at the bright side." Louis touched Catherine's hair: "The friends who attended his funeral couldn't even fill Myrtle's bathroom..."

Myrtle: "Don't cue."

Louis is not talking nonsense at all, nor is he making it up. Thanks to Lockhart's character, he has offended people in recent years. It is difficult to find someone like this who loves to show off and show off when nothing happens. A close friend's.

At most, you can make two fair-weather friends and have a meal of Lizhuang white meat together, but do you think such superficial brothers can come to the funeral?

That's definitely not possible. How can you recycle the gifts after they go out...

"Then what are you going to do? Expose his true identity at the funeral?" Catherine leaned on his arms. Now that Louis had eaten the gold, he was already a head taller than Catherine. Not to mention, although his figure was still a bit thin. , but the feeling of snuggling in Louis' arms was very useful to Catherine, especially when his chin was placed on top of her head, it always made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Oh, no, I won't." Louis played with Catherine's soft jade hands and said softly: "Losing such a great best-selling author and a professor who is popular among classmates is a loss for the entire magical world..."

"But you..." Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis with some surprise: "Didn't you say that he before..."

"What did I say about him?" Louis squeezed her little hand and chuckled: "Think about it, snatching the remains of the monster that ate the great adventurer and best-selling author from the lair of him, and successfully killing this monster. A monster... This can be considered a good opportunity to attract people's attention."

"But this doesn't conflict with exposing his face..." The jealous Catherine still felt disdainful of Lockhart's plagiarism.

"Then do you think it's better to avenge a best-selling author, a great adventurer, or to avenge a liar?" Louis squeezed her little hand again.

"What's more, if this matter is revealed, it will be a big blow to the reputation of Hogwarts. Think about it, Hogwarts actually accepted a liar as the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Tsk, tsk, it's not just Hogwarts. Watts, even Dumbledore will be discredited."

Catherine looked at Louis again, with a hint of astonishment in her eyes.

After a long while, she said quietly: "Are you really not afraid of going to hell, Louis?"

"Oh, my little Kathy...I never thought you had theological leanings."

Louis' tone was extremely harsh, and he nuzzled Catherine's face while speaking. As soon as he finished speaking, Catherine stepped on him angrily.

"Everything should look better, at least he can create value for me, right?" Louise bit her earlobe lightly and said with a smile: "In general, his contribution to the magic world in this death is more than his It’s great to live a lifetime.”

Catherine burst out laughing when she heard this. She lightly hit Louis' waist with her elbow and looked up at him: "Then have you and the deans finalized the details of the funeral?"

"Of course, in order to show my respect to this adventurer, I specially asked Ye Zi to invite a suona team." Lewis said with a smile.

"Suona? That's good, but why this instrument?" Catherine didn't know much about this instrument.

"In my mother's country, there is such a saying..." Louis raised his head with some nostalgia, just at this time Ye Ziyan also walked in.

She pursed her lips and chuckled, teasing the two of Louis who were hugging each other: "We are tired of being together in broad daylight, and you two don't mind the heat..."

With that said, she walked to Lewis's office chair and sat down: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, we were talking about Lockhart's funeral, and we happened to mention the suona. Little Moon doesn't know what the suona is. Let me introduce it to her."

Ye Ziyan and Liu Ye raised their eyebrows slightly: "Okay, I just want to hear your evaluation of this instrument."

Louis sighed and pretended to be very artistic: "Of all musical instruments, the suona is the king. It either ascends to heaven or worships in the hall. A thousand years of pipa, ten thousand years of zheng, an erhu for a lifetime, and the whole play ends with the sound of the suona. Song 1 As soon as the coffin was lifted, the cloth was covered, and the whole village, old and young, waited for the food to be served. They walked and carried it, followed by white. As soon as the coffin was lifted and buried in the soil, relatives and friends began to cry, firecrackers sounded, and suonas were played. Chasing, I didn’t know the meaning of suona when I first heard it, but when I heard it again, I was already a person in a coffin..."

Hearing this, Ye Ziyan raised her little foot and kicked Lewis's calf: "You little bastard, why do I feel more and more like you have lived in Siris? It feels like you know better than me..."

Louis hiccupped and smiled, but did not answer, but asked: "Just say what I said is not vivid..."

"It's indeed very vivid..." Ye Ziyan sighed. She held her chin with one hand and looked into the distance dreamily, feeling a little homesick.

"In short, the volume of the suona is relatively loud. With its cover, we can talk about other things." Louis smacked his lips: "Well, this funeral is indeed the right time. Anyway, I can have something to talk with Fudge."

…

At breakfast the next day, Louis was eating a small stove when there was a knock on the door.

"Louis, Louis." It was Ron who knocked on the door, his voice urgent.

Krisstrasa opened the door, and not only Ron was at the door, but also his inseparable Hermione and Harry.

Louis picked up the napkin gracefully, wiped his lips gently, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Professor Sprout's mandrakes are ripe, Madam Pomfrey has made them into an antidote, and Luna is awake!" Hermione said quickly, but her eyes were fixed on the table. of bacon.

She swallowed hard. She hadn't eaten yet in the morning. The cafeteria obviously didn't serve bacon today, so why was it available here in Louis?

"You haven't eaten yet, please sit down." Louis turned around and asked Christasa to move some chairs over: "There must be a lot of people at Madam Pomfrey's place. Let's go there later and fill our stomachs first."

The three of them didn't have any objections. It should be said that except for Hermione, they were also very greedy for bacon.

"Didn't you say that bacon is not served in the cafeteria today?" Hermione asked while eating.

"Oh, today's breakfast was made by Cathy." Louis' tone was very calm, but the three of them could hear the strong hint of showing off.

His unspoken meaning is "Look, my wife cooks delicious food, right?"

At this moment, the three little ones felt that they were full even though they had not even eaten a few mouthfuls.

Being fed dog food.

You can't go to see Luna empty-handed. Louis hugged a bouquet of fresh flowers, while Catherine took a book "Learning Divination from Scratch" because she thought that the talkative Luna was very suitable for this kind of divination.

Of course, Louis also knew that Luna was extremely talented in divination, so he had no intention of objecting to Catherine.

Everyone in the infirmary had already left, leaving only Luna and the Lovegood brothers, and her sister Akko.

Since Luna was relatively weak, she planned to rest for a while before going out.

"Hi, Luna." Louis greeted and put the bouquet on the bedside table.

Catherine also placed the book next to the bouquet.

"Very beautiful flowers, thank you, Louis." Luna's voice was still empty, like singing: "Thank you too, Catherine, it seems that you two are together."

"Yeah." Louis smiled and squeezed Catherine's hand.

He looked aside again: "Hello, Zlatan, and Akko... Is this Mr. Lovegood, Luna's father?"

Luna's father's hair was golden like his daughter's. He stood up and stretched out his hand solemnly: "I am Xenophilius Lovegood. Nice to meet you, Your Highness."

"I am Luna's classmate and his good friend. You don't have to be so polite." Louis smiled and held Xenophilius's hand: "At the same time, I am also a loyal reader of "The Quibbler."

"Really? That's such an honor." Xenophilius suddenly became very happy, as if he was very proud.

After a few more pleasantries, Luna said that she had rested well and wanted to be discharged from the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing did not need to go through any discharge procedures. She just said hello and left the hospital wing with Luna.

On the way, Luis called Zlatan.

"What's wrong? Luis?" Zlatan asked curiously.

Lewis looked at the wizard who looked very much like Eevee in both height and appearance, and shook his head to get rid of the sense of déjà vu: "I have an immature idea."

"Tell me about it." Big Ibrahimovic...it was Zlatan who was interested.

"Have you ever thought about becoming the Minister of Magic?" Louis looked at Zlatan with bright eyes.

"Me?" Zlatan was stunned for a while, then smiled and patted Louis with a palm-like hand: "Zlatan doesn't think he can become the Minister of Magic."

"You must have confidence in your life, Zlatan." Louis' eyes were firm: "I think you are very suitable."

Zlatan looked at Louis intently for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "I don't want this, Fudge is still the Minister of Magic."

Louis immediately understood his deeper meaning. He did not explicitly accept or reject it. He just said "Fudge is still the Minister of Magic", and the subtext was "I can consider it if Fudge steps down."

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, so there is no need to point them out. They play the same thing in Liaozhai.

The two foxes, one big and one small, looked at each other, and the exchange of interests they had secretly reached was unspoken.