I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"I think you need to go on strike!" In the medical wing, the school nurse Madam Pomfrey said angrily to Harry: "They never have a day to calm down, stuffing all kinds of messy things into the school. The year before last, there was a snake. Weird, last year it was dementors, this year it’s fire dragons, and that snail, what else are they going to bring into this school next?”

"Okay, Harry, dear, it doesn't matter, the injury is not serious, just apply ointment..." After Madam Pomfrey finished venting, she said to Harry gently, "Remember me As I said, cherish life and stay away from Hagrid. I’ve gone to see that blast-ended snail, and it’s not something you kids can handle, except for a big guy like Hagrid, who is thick-skinned and fleshy..."

"Look at your thin skin and tender flesh, ugh..." Madam Pomfrey sighed and pinched Harry's face: "You shouldn't be treated like this. I'm going to talk to him later. But I can’t let you do all the work..."

"We're fine, ma'am." Harry immediately persuaded Ms. Pomfrey, "We are good friends with Hagrid, and this is what we should do..."

"Then this is even more wrong!" Madam Pomfrey said with a serious face, "Even good friends cannot let you be in such danger."

Then there was another burst of mother-like lectures and nagging. Harry didn't dare to refute or say anything. He could only listen and nod from time to time.

In the afternoon divination class, Professor Trelawney enjoyed telling people's fortunes as always. This time it was Louis' turn. Professor Trelawney, who knew that he did not believe in Western divination, burned another tortoise shell for him. Looking at the cracks on the shell in his hand, Professor Trelawney had a complicated look on his face.

"You will be in trouble, my dear." Professor Trelawney entered the nagging mode, causing Louis to subconsciously lick the little flower tightly. In this state, Professor Trelawney's fortune telling was extremely accurate. He knew it. of.

"Water and fire disaster?" Draco heard the words and came up and asked in confusion: "The first project has been completed, and the fire dragon has been dragged back to Romania. Where can there be any fire and water disaster?"

Professor Trelawney did not speak, but looked at Louis blankly, her two skinny hands still holding him tightly. After a while, she suddenly let go of Louis, frowned at everyone and asked: "Did I just say something?"

"No, you didn't say anything." Louis said immediately. He didn't want to hear any more prophecies - maybe he didn't have disaster in the first place, but he would if Professor Trelawney said this. Woolen cloth?

Next is the stage of self-prediction, which is regarded as a self-study class. Professor Trelawney was particularly pleased with Harry and Ron today as they had been making elaborate predictions of their own horrific deaths. But today when he explained the different ways Pluto interfered with daily life, there was always a giggle from the Slytherin side, and she was quickly getting very annoyed.

The biggest reason is that Ron and Harry, who suddenly behaved very honestly this semester, actually secretly passed notes to their Slytherin classmates in private and made them giggle. This class was impossible to pass!

"I think that some of us..." Professor Trelawney said in a low, mysterious voice - but this tone did not conceal her current irritation. She stared meaningfully Harry, "Don't think that I can't see your little moves. If you were standing where I am now, you would find that every move underneath is so clear..."

"Well, what I need to warn you is that if you saw what I saw when I did the crystal ball divination last night, I'm afraid you wouldn't be so frivolous." Professor Trelawney stretched out her hands to grab it. "Last night, as I was sitting here, immersed in my needlework, I suddenly had an irresistible urge to consult my crystal ball... When I sat in front of the crystal ball, you said , what did I see staring at me?"

"Two dogs staring at each other?" Crabbe whispered while trying to lower his voice, causing the Slytherins and Gryffindors to laugh together - his attempt to lower his voice obviously failed.

But Professor Trelawney did not feel dissatisfied. She glanced at Crabbe with sadness and pity in her eyes - as if she were looking at an unknown mushroom: "It's death, my dear..."

"Just tell me, Professor, who among us is going to die?" Draco asked impatiently. It had been a full year and a half since he took Trelawney's class, and he had heard this trick for a long time. The ears are calloused.

Trelawney was mercilessly interrupted by Draco and felt very unhappy. She coughed and continued: "Maybe you will think that I am deceiving you - but in fact, I really saw it. I saw the vulture of death hovering over Hogwarts Castle, I saw it, I saw the ferocious look in its eyes, someone will definitely die in this Triwizard Tournament!"

"Professor, I need to remind you that people will die in every Triwizard Tournament. You don't need to tell me that." Harry said suddenly, but his expression was not good, as if he related this matter to himself.

"Oh, my dear." Professor Trelawney smiled, "Don't worry, death may not be related to you this year, but the new student must be related to you..."

The blood of level four enemies, right? Louis smiled inwardly.

During dinner, Aslo awkwardly mentioned to Louis that Dobby and Winky came to work at Hogwarts.

"This is a good thing." Louis nodded and commented.

Aslo didn't think so. He hated Dobby very much. In his opinion, as a house elf, he shamelessly took wages that did not belong to them. This was simply an insult to the entire clan.

Emma comforted him for a long time and even gave him two oranges. Aslo's tears burst out immediately.

"Miss... Miss Asluo will never be able to repay Miss's kindness in his lifetime..." Asluo held the orange in one hand and wiped his tears randomly with the other hand.

"You mean my mother's favors are profitable?" Louis was amused. He looked back at his mother and said with a smile: "Seeing no mother, you are the contemporary Zhou Bapi...ah..."

Halfway through saying this, Emma grabbed her ear hard.

"Let you talk nonsense!" Emma said angrily, almost pulling off Louis' ears, and finally let go of Louis' ears at Asluo's plea.

It is obvious that Lewis's ears are a little bigger.

"Big-eared deer." Catherine commented with a smile.

Not to mention how the angry Louis punished Catherine. Just talking about the Transfiguration class held by Gryffindor and Slytherin the next day, Professor McGonagall suddenly made a very unpopular statement to everyone. news.

Of course, before this news broke, Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands invented by George and Fred, and they were competing in fencing in the back row of the classroom.

"Potter! Weasley!" Professor McGonagall trembled with trembling lips, pointing at the two of them and angrily yelled: "When will you two grow up? Look at what you are doing, even your first-year classmates can't do it. As childish as you are! Now! You two stand up immediately and go stand in the back!"

"Men remain young until they die." Ron muttered quietly.

"I really hope you are as mature as Mr. Mountbatten." Professor McGonagall sighed, and when she turned to look at Louis, she happened to see Louis using the transformation technique to conjure a jumping parrot on the table. bounce.

What Professor McGonagall wanted to say was choked in her mouth. After a while, she pointed to the back row and asked Louis to stand behind him. By the way, he deducted ten points and five points from the two colleges respectively.

There is neat writing on the blackboard, as meticulous as Professor McGonagall's. Above it is an after-school homework assignment - try to give an example of how the transformation spell must be adjusted when performing cross-species transformation.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the blackboard and tapped the blackboard with the pointer turned into a wand: "You should pay more attention. I have something to tell you, something very important -"

Halfway through, the fake wand in Harry's hand exploded with a loud bang - it was a little trick of the twins, the loser's wand would explode.

Professor McGonagall glared at Harry and continued: "The Yule Ball is coming soon. It is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. That's right - the ball is only for four people." It is open to students above grade level, of course, if you are willing, you can invite a junior student to be your dance partner.”

"Of course, younger students can also sit aside and watch." Professor McGonagall added at the end.

Harry was stunned for a moment, the news was too sudden, and he suddenly regretted breaking up with Ginny so early.

No matter what, we have to wait until after the dance, but now is a good idea. Who will he invite?

Ron wasn't worried, he had Hermione, and it was completely justified.

The students in the class turned to look at Harry. Everyone knew that Harry had just experienced a breakup at the beginning of the semester. Looking at Harry's troubled face, they all had sullen faces now, trying not to laugh. The sound comes.

In the end, Lavender Brown didn't hold back and burst out laughing, causing a chain reaction. Parvati, the little Indian sister next to her, also laughed out loud.

As a result, they both liked to stand for a while.

"Put on your formal robes," Professor McGonagall continued, "The Yule Ball will be held in the Great Hall at five o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve o'clock in the evening. Listen..."

Having said this, Professor McGonagall glanced at the classmates sharply: "The Yule Ball will undoubtedly give us the opportunity to...well, let down our hair and relax."

Speaking of this, Professor Maomao's tone was a little unnatural, and this sentence was obviously inconsistent with her usual personality.

Louis quietly took out a Snickers bar from his pocket and handed it to Harry, whispering: "Are you hungry? Let's go together - sweep across Germany and be ourselves!"

"I'm not an old furry bear..." Harry continued to complain, but still took the Snickers bar.

Professor McGonagall on the stage continued: "What I just said does not mean that we will relax our requirements for Hogwarts students. If any of you embarrass this school in any way, I will feel sad. Very sad!”

When he said this, Professor McGonagall kept her eyes on Ron and Harry, as if they were sure that these two people would bring shame to the school.

At the same time, the bell rang. Professor McGonagall asked other students to leave first and stopped Harry.

Louis returned to his seat, when Sakuya Izayoi also walked into the classroom and started packing his schoolbag.

"I see you were made to stand just now?" Sakuya asked in a low voice while packing up the books.

"Well, class was so boring, so I turned into a jumping parrot." As he spoke, Louis stretched out his hand and his eraser turned into a yellow, red and green Keck parrot. It was very good-looking and beautiful. Beautiful and bright, very cute.

As soon as it appeared, it started bouncing around on the table like a spring.

"Do you want to raise a parrot?" Sakuya asked sensibly.

"I'm a little interested, but it's just impulsive." Louis spread his hands, "Forget it, I'll ask Chromie later to see if there are any new parrot species in Azeroth - the animals over there are quite similar. , well, you know, it grows wildly and is relatively thick-skinned.”

Sakuya didn't say anything. After packing her schoolbag, she glanced at Louis, who was staring at the parrot with his chin in his hands. Suddenly he raised his head and pressed his nose with his hand to block the loyalty that was gushing out.

As he walked out of the classroom, Harry followed listlessly. Louis looked at him and asked curiously: "What's wrong, Harry? You look a little unhappy?"

"Professor McGonagall said that according to tradition, the ball will be danced by warriors and their partners..." Harry sniffed, "You know, I don't know how to dance, and besides, I and Ginny broke up and I don't know where to find a dance partner, my God..."

At this point, Harry scratched his hair in confusion.

"What do you think of Elizabeth?" Louis suddenly thought of his good sister.

Harry thought for a moment and shook his head decisively: "No, I have always regarded Elizabeth as a good brother..."

"Then who are you looking for?" Louis raised his eyebrows, turned the parrot in his hand into rubber, and stuffed it into Sakuya's pad.

"I don't know, my God, I feel like both you and Ron are traitors, and I'm the only one exuding the fragrance of being single." Harry said with some frustration, "Compared to asking me to invite a girl to attend Ball, I'd rather face that Hungarian Horntail, maybe it'll be easier."

When he said this, several girls happened to be passing by. They all stared at Harry and chuckled.

"Have you ever seen a Western cowboy movie?" Louis asked suddenly.

Harry looked at Louis in confusion, wondering why he suddenly asked such a question.

"I think you can learn from their lasso skills." Louis spread his hands, "If you are shy, then there is only one solution that is not a solution."

"What about you?" Harry suddenly asked, "I'm afraid you are in much bigger trouble than me. You have so many girlfriends...who will you choose as your dance partner?"