I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

In Louis' eyes, the persistence of his two girlfriends in diamonds did not surprise him at all.

Some people say that women and dragons are the same species, and both have a unique pursuit of shiny things. This is true, and it is indeed true.

Looking at Catherine's shining eyes, a scumbag like Louis secretly wondered if he usually treated his women too harshly. Why did a few diamonds make her look like this?

"So you do too, right?" Louis drew the two women's attention from Chromie to Christasa with just one sentence.

"No...I'm not interested in shiny things." Christasa swallowed hard and quickly denied it.

Just kidding, if I admit this, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the two mistresses to eat me alive.

Besides, she really doesn't have a hobby of collecting diamonds... Her hobby has always been to go to bed after eating.

Seeing that the dragon was about to die, Chromie quickly explained: "Okay, don't accuse her wrongly. Only bronze dragons have the collecting habit. After all, you can't expect the red dragon to go and get something out of the timeline, right? ?"

"But... having said that." Louis looked down at Chromie: "Are we really not in a hurry to set off, or should we continue to discuss diamonds for a while?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Chromie quickly swung his short arms and raised a handful of sand in the air like a dancing master.

The raised Sands of Time dissipated in the air, causing ripples in circles. After flickering for a while, a portal appeared in front of everyone.

"Come in," Chromie read, emotionlessly.

The air in 1815 was much fresher than that of later generations. Although people in this era did not pay much attention to environmental protection, we were in the midst of the first industrial revolution... and the pollution was not as serious as the second industrial revolution.

Just like in the song "We Hope Old Emperor William Comes Back", grandma said that when she was young, she could drink water from the Elbe River directly without getting sick. In this year and month, at least the sky is blue, the mountains are green, and the water is clear, except for the London sky and the Thames River.

Courtesy Thames: You?

Louis turned around and couldn't see any garrison anywhere. There were lush woods all around, and only a few cats of different colors occasionally flashed through the woods.

——It’s strange, why are there so many cats in Belgium now?

"Brussels is in the distance, Louis." Chromie's voice sounded behind him. He coughed twice more and continued: "Strange, why does it feel like the timeline is right but a little crooked?"

"Is that skewed or not?" Louis looked at Chromie, who was taking out his pocket watch and comparing the timeline carefully, with an unkind look on his face.

"It seems... there's a little problem, but not serious." Chromie coughed twice more, and his expression suddenly changed. Before Louis could ask what was going on, his whole body suddenly hung into the air, dripping. The ground was spinning back and forth, rolling forward and somersaulting, which was very funny.

"What's wrong with you? What kind of look is this?" Louis looked at Chromie, who was still juggling like a circus, and asked with concern: "It's quite unique..."

"There are...time-space turbulences are interfering with me, stop them!" Chromie shouted in a high-pitched voice, looking extremely panicked. His two small hands were grabbing randomly, trying to find balance, but to no avail.

At the same time, two pale golden Wheel of Time halos appeared around Chromie's body, spinning around her.

"What should I do?" Louis was not in a hurry, after all, he was not the one who was hung up.

A light yellow hourglass emerged from Chromie's body and fell to the ground with a clatter.

At this time, Chromie seemed to have been completely blocked by the turbulence of time and space, shaking his head and unable to say a word.

"How should I use this thing? Kris?" Louis turned to look at Krisstrasa.

"Try targeting her." Christasa didn't dare to say that she couldn't use it, but just gave an ambiguous suggestion.

Louis picked up the hourglass that was still timing and pointed it at Chromie. Sure enough, it worked. At that time, the wheel turned into circles of ripples and dissipated into nothingness.

Chromie lost his restraints, fell from the air, and fell to the ground.

The feeling was really sour, and Chromie grinned for a long time before he managed to get over the discomfort.

"What happened just now?" Catherine asked with concern. As soon as she came in, she saw Chromie doing acrobatics on his own, which was really confusing.

"It's just a turbulence in time and space, it's no big deal." Chromie looked at it quite openly, as if it was no big deal.

She looked at Louis and stretched out her little hand. Louis did not covet her treasure and returned the hourglass to her little hand.

"Let's go to Brussels together." Chromie put the hourglass back in his arms and suggested to everyone.

Along the way, the group of people always felt that something was wrong, but strangely they didn't know what the problem was. After walking along the dense forest for a while, it suddenly became clear, and Louis finally knew something was wrong.

There were too many cats. There were all kinds of cats walking through the dense forest along the way. What appeared in front of them now was still a group of cats - yes, it was really a group, and they were still dressed in nineteenth-century clothes. Cats in early British military uniforms.

It's the red and white military uniform called the lobster soldier, with a black big-brimmed hat. The cats in front of them are dressed like this. Some are walking upright and carrying guns, while others are lying on the ground to transport goods. You can clearly feel it. , these cats are very good at walking upright. At the same time, they have not forgotten their original intentions and the skills of their ancestors (perhaps their ancestors?).

For a cat lover, this is heaven on earth.

But Louis only liked cats in general. He turned to look at Chromie: "What's going on with these cats? I don't remember that there is any record in history of the British domesticating cats and incorporating them into the army?"

"Uh... maybe there is a big mistake in time and space, otherwise I wouldn't have been so strongly rejected when I brought you here." Chromie said with some embarrassment: "This should be a cat world, existing in The masters of the world are not humans, but cats... In plain English, all historical figures have been replaced by cats. It is very likely that the Duke of Wellington we want to protect is also a cat... …”

Six periods came to Louis' mind.

WTF? Can you say that again?

He didn't believe it, but everything in front of him told him that Chromie might be telling the truth. After all, in real life, where would a cat run around with a gun?

Soon, the cats discovered them. A group of cats wearing lobster uniforms came over with guns in hand. The bayonets on the tips were shining brightly. They looked cold and scary.

If it is not properly stamped, a transparent hole is likely to be poked.

"You! What are you doing, meow!" The one-eyed orange cat who looked like an officer in the lead pointed his command knife at them. His expression was unkind and his tone was very stern. However, the "meow" at the end of the sentence really ruined the atmosphere.

It feels a bit malicious and cute.

"We are the special envoys of His Majesty the King and the Cabinet, asking to see His Excellency the Duke of Wellington." Louis lied.

It was obvious that the team in front of them would not believe it. Without even thinking, they scolded: "Seeing that you have no hair on your body, you want to pretend to be His Majesty the King's special envoy? You can't even pretend to be the Duke of Meowlington?" None of the fiefdoms are right, meow!”

Lewis twitched the corner of his mouth, what the hell, what the hell...

Seeing the cat in front of him not believing it, Louis took out the St. Edward's crown and put it on his head.

"This is a token given to me by His Majesty the King."

The junior officer obviously knew the goods. As a minister of the Dragon who followed Charles II through the border, his family still had many legends about the royal family's treasures. He recognized what the St. Edward's Crown was at a glance. After thinking for a moment, he said: "You guys wait here for a moment, Meow. I will inform His Excellency the Duke."

"Okay, meow." Louis was turned away, and he subconsciously learned the meow man's idiom.

The squad leader left, leaving several subordinates still looking at them with guns in hand. Catherine leaned into Louis' ear and whispered: "Little deer, I really liked your meow just now."

"Why don't you meow for me?" Lewis backhanded him.

"Meow~" The senior sister's voice was itchy and soft, really like a kitten's paw scratching back and forth on Louis' heart.

"Try cat ears when you go home, don't refuse." Louis pinched Catherine's waist without leaving any trace.

After a while, the team leader who entered brought out the Duke's adjutant. The adjutant looked at them carefully and saw that none of them were carrying any weapons - mainly because the clothes they wore were not thick and could not hide any weapons - then he said: "Your Excellency, please follow me. I come."

Wellington...no, it's the temporary residence of Duke Meowlington. The handsome manor is quite luxurious. Maybe it has something to do with the character of the manager. Groups of busy cat soldiers shuttle around, and there are also cats wearing messenger uniforms. Stopping in and out, Louis even saw a group of cat servants humming and running around carrying fish much larger than their bodies. He didn't know whether they were working hard or doing something else.

Entering the Marshal's Mansion, passing through several rooms, the group was taken to Duke Meowlington's office.

Duke Meowlington is a long-haired Maine Coon cat. He looks very handsome at first glance. He is sitting on a chair and flipping through documents like a human. However, it doesn't look very hygienic. He puts his hand into his mouth and licks it twice before flipping through it. The paper, if seen by the enemy, might be poisoned.

That would really be settled once and for all.

Seeing Louis and the others coming in, Duke Meowlington raised his head and looked at them carefully, especially Louis at the front. After a long while, he nodded and said hello: "Hello, you cats, hairless ones... Well, what should I call you cats?"

Meowlington's speech habit is different from that of the squad leader. It is obviously a relatively unconventional word for meow, but it makes him say it with a full sense of majesty. Maybe this is his temperament.

"Humans," Louis replied.

"Well, humans." Duke Meowlington nodded, "I have never heard of or seen the human race. You are from..."

"Coming from the far east." Louis was right. In fact, his soul was considered an Oriental.

No matter how bad it is, Ye Ziyan is a genuine Oriental.

"So the East is like this, meow? There are really many wonders in the world..." Duke Meowlington sighed: "Can I see His Majesty the King's token?"

Louis nodded and lined up three British treasures in order.

"Well..." Duke Meowlington stepped forward. Just as he picked up the ball of royal power, ripples of time and space suddenly appeared in the air.

"Be careful!" Chromie shouted quickly.

"Danger!" Louis quickly went over to take away the three national treasures, keeping Duke Meowlington behind him.

After all, Duke Meowlington is a handsome man who has experienced battles in the battlefield. It is his basic professional ethics to remain unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain. He was just stunned for a moment before he reacted and quickly retreated behind the desk.

It's still unclear where Lewis and his group came from, and he doesn't know how to treat them now, so the best way is to keep distance and call the guards.

"Guard! Guard!"

But there was no response, not even a response.

"You have been pulled into the turbulence of time and space, Your Excellency." Lewis did not look back, looking at the ripples of time and space in front of him with a solemn expression.

In the fearful gaze of Duke Meowlington, five black giants, almost three meters tall, walked out of the ripples, their heads almost touching the ceiling. These dragon-men are covered with black scales, but their limbs and belly are abnormally pale and slightly reflective, which doesn't look like a good thing at first glance.

Their heads look like giant lizards, and there is a long, barbed and spiked tail behind them, and each of them is carrying a huge weapon. Duke Meowlington has no doubt that these five The weirdo can overthrow his handsome man without any effort.

"He... what are they?" Meowlington sat on the chair with his legs weak.

"It's the Eternal Dragon, Your Excellency." Louis replied.

The Eternal Dragon stared at Chromie as soon as it appeared. The leader's muscles were obviously stronger than the rest. It stared at Chromie closely with a pair of vertical pupils, and hissed with a smile: " Chromie, it’s really you bug..."

"You are the bugs! Mdlis!"

Although Chromie is old and has lived for tens of thousands of years, he is very stupid with this little mouth. It is probably due to his talent. He can only respond to other people's insults with "You are the one, blah blah", which makes him a bit like a primary school student. It smells like a quarrel.

I'm really afraid of the backlash if she says something.

Mdelis smiled scornfully, and after a while, he pointed the giant ax in his hand at Louis and the four of them: "Did you bring these mortals here just to...come to Wellington's funeral?"