I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"No need to ask?" Louis replied without hesitation, "Of course I will go to the ball with Catherine. She is my favorite woman."

Catherine, who came quietly behind Louis, smiled sweetly when she heard this.

Of course Louis knew that Catherine was behind him, but even if he didn't know, he would still choose this way.

It is true that the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, but it is obvious that Catherine's palms are thicker.

Then, Lewis felt his back soften, a light fragrance spread to his nostrils, and then, his face felt warm.

Catherine gave him a big chirp.

"Ah, little moon." Louis pretended to have just discovered Catherine and said in surprise, "Didn't you go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Why are you here?"

"Class ended early. Aunt Emma told us in class about holding a dance, and she specifically asked me to come over and keep an eye on you." Catherine said this, but her eyes when she looked at Louis were full of contentment. Satisfied, "I'm very happy, I know my little deer will keep me in his heart."

"You are my favorite person." Lewis chuckled.

Harry on the side covered his face, as if he had a toothache.

"What, do you have any objections?" Catherine snorted.

"I have a toothache..." Harry said slyly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about toothache." Louis suggested sincerely, "I hope you can understand that as a warrior of Hogwarts, it would be extremely embarrassing to have no dance partner. ——You don’t want to be laughed at by everyone, do you, Harry?”

Harry's mouth opened wide, as if he had already thought of the misery of attending the ball alone.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry." Hermione and Ron came over and stood next to Harry, like two generals: "You defeated the hard core of the Hungarian Horntail. You ruthless man, believe it or not, those girls will line up to dance with you!"

"Does he have the guts to accept it?" Catherine sneered.

Just as Ron had judged, the next day, a third-year Hufflepuff girl took the initiative to invite Harry to the ball. But Harry was a little too surprised - he had never even spoken to this girl, and he could have sworn that he was subconsciously rejecting her invitation because he was too surprised.

But Harry obviously didn't realize how much harm his behavior caused to the third-grade child. The girl looked hurt and ran away crying.

Not only this girl, but also a second-year and a fifth-year girl came over to invite him that day, but Harry refused them all. The main reason was that the second-year girl was too small, and Harry felt he couldn't do it; and the fifth-year girl was too tall, and Harry always felt that he was not facing a girl, but Hagrid.

Yes, this girl is as big as Hagrid...

"She's quite pretty." Ron said very objectively and fairly after he had laughed enough.

"She's a foot taller than me!" Harry said in shock. "Oh my God, I even thought I was facing Hagrid, holy shit..."

"It seems that you don't know the benefits of Mrs. Bachi." Louis commented pertinently and to the point, "Actually, it's better to be older. Young people don't know how good Sister Yu is, and they mistake girls for treasures..."

"What is the Eight-foot Lady?" Draco asked in a low voice from behind, while Professor Binns was still chanting.

Louis gave them some knowledge, and Draco smacked his lips, saying that this was actually not bad.

I never thought you were like this Draco.

"Hey, I'm telling you, can you respect Professor Binns?" Hermione turned around and glared at the bad students who were whispering in class, and roared like a lion, "Don't go too far! Don't do it during class. Whispering.”

"Who are you?" Draco looked at Harry with a bored look on his face, "Are you Professor Granger? Oh my God, why should we listen to you?"

"It's not that we don't listen to the class. Listen to what Professor Binns is saying now." Lewis pointed to Professor Binns on the podium.

Well, this class was originally supposed to be about the Middle Ages, but now Professor Binns’ lecture was completely out of line and started talking about the history of World War II.

You said that you, a person who studies the history of magic, are talking about the Muggle history of World War II?

The students in the class didn't think there was anything confusing. This was Professor Binns' daily operation. It seemed that Professor Binns must have read the history of World War II the night before, otherwise he wouldn't have been so impressed.

Of course, Professor Binns' class is the most popular among the students. After all, in his class, everyone can do other things without restraint without being deducted by the professor.

In fact, there is no chance of extra points in Professor Binns's class. This ghost professor is obviously indifferent, even if he is as smart as Hermione.

What's even more outrageous is that there are actually a few bold Gryffindor classmates, such as Seamus over there, playing wizard chess with the people next to him. The Slytherin classmates went even further. There were even two girls happily knitting sweaters underneath.

Well, you read that right, they are knitting.

You see, ordinary people can't learn the quiet hobbies of Slytherin girls.

In Snape's class, he was not so lucky. Professor Snape's eyes were like a hawk looking for prey, staring at the students on the field.

The students in the Potions class didn't dare to vent their anger. They sat there with eyes and noses in mind, waiting for Snape's venom to spit out.

Snape's sinister eyes wandered around the classmates, and he announced something that everyone hated - he would take the final exam in the last class of this semester.

When he made the announcement, the atmosphere in the entire classroom instantly became solemn. The students dared not speak out in anger at this immoral and smoldering behavior.

"It's so bad, I'm going to hit him with my fists." Louis at home complained to Catherine.

Catherine sighed: "Do you think you are the only ones suffering? Professor Snape asked us to write two extra papers before the final exam... Oh my god, I really don't know what to do..."

"That's easy to say." Louis smiled, "You can ask Patchouli to help. She has nothing to do in the library every day. Maybe she can help you write a paper?"

Of course, Patchouli had no objection: "MQ, of course, I can help you write two papers when I have nothing to do in the library. I have also dabbled in potions in the wizarding world recently. Writing a paper should not be a problem. big."

"Really?" Catherine was immediately happy, but she suddenly remembered what Patchouli had just said about "recently dabbling in something" and asked hesitantly: "Then you study potions..."

The following words were not spoken, which probably meant that she couldn't trust Patchouli.

Of course Patchouli knew what Catherine meant. She smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, I just memorized all the books on potions..."

Listen, is this human talk?

It is indeed a big immovable library, and it is talented in reading books.

It would be a shame not to do the questions.

"Do you stay in the library every day?" Catherine asked curiously: "I think you should go out for a walk and exercise. Your body is too weak."

"I'm used to it, MQ." Patchouli sighed, "The bodies of magicians are like this. I've gotten used to it over the years."

"It hurts." Louis spread his hands, "This is a vicious cycle. The less you exercise, the worse your health becomes, and then the less you want to exercise. It forms a closed loop... Of course, you should stay at home for a while in this situation. Give me some, and when Chromie comes, ask her if she has any good ways to heal your weak body..."

"I have given up hope..." Patchouli smiled and did not continue speaking.

During self-study the next day, I already had a clear sense of urgency. On the one hand, it was because of Professor Snape's lack of integrity, and on the other hand, it was because the boys who had no dance partners became anxious.

You ask girls why they are not in a hurry? Don't be kidding, girls are a scarce resource.

Louis had nothing to do, so he went to the auditorium to study on his own to kill time. He saw Harry who was immersed in writing something, and leaned over and asked in a low voice: "How's it going Harry, have you solved the mystery?"

"No." Harry shook his head and sighed, "That golden egg, the sharp sound it made after breaking it open...it just makes my scalp numb. Have you found a way? Louis?"

"No." Louis shook his head, "Compared to this, there is a bigger and more pressing question - have you found a dance partner?"

Harry took another long breath: "No... it's too difficult. I always feel... Well, there are a lot of people looking for me, but I really feel that there are relatively few people who want to go with her..."

"Then did you ask my sister?" Louis was amused. "Elizabeth doesn't seem to have a dance partner. She really wants to find someone to join."

"Elizabeth?" Harry actually thought about it carefully, and immediately shook his head and said no: "Forget it, she is too young..."

"You're picky and you still want to attend the prom. It's very difficult for me." Louis spread his hands and said that Harry couldn't save him. "I've found the opportunity for you. It's up to you to seize it."

After speaking, Lewis found a place to sit casually, opened his notes and started writing a plan.

Fred, who was sitting opposite Harry, took out a paper ball and looked up at Snape. Seeing that Snape's attention was on Ravenclaw, he hit Harry with the paper ball.

"?" Harry showed a puzzled expression. He didn't dare to speak loudly - Snape was full of troubles with him, and he was worried that there was no reason to mess with him, so he didn't dare to hit the gun.

Fred stretched out his hand and gestured: "I suggest you find a dance partner quickly." At this point, he made a dancing gesture, "If you don't find one, all the good girls will be picked out..."

"Why aren't you looking for it?" Harry mouthed. Since his back was to Snape, Snape couldn't see the movements of his mouth.

"Watch and learn." Fred mouthed, pointed at himself, tore off a piece of paper, and hit Angelina who was diagonally opposite.

Angelina looked at him doubtfully and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Would you like to go to the prom with me?" Fred invited Angelina as if attending a prom.

"Of course." Angelina nodded and accepted happily. She actually liked Fred quite a bit.

According to gossip, Angelina has never agreed to anyone else's invitation and is just waiting for Fred to invite her.

"Have you learned?" Fred turned his head and looked at Harry with a proud expression.

Harry rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. This kind of expression was really cool.

"I think you should really think about it, Harry." Hermione whispered, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You can see who is suitable first. If you're embarrassed, I can help you invite her... …”

After saying that, Hermione turned and left the auditorium.

"I think what Hermione said makes sense, you can try it." Ron whispered to Harry in a low voice.

"Ah? How to try?" Harry was still confused, "It's best to invite this kind of thing yourself and let her figure out what's going on..."

Okay, Harry still has some sense of responsibility as a man, but only a little.

Snape, who had been paying attention here for a long time, saw the two people whispering to each other, floated over like a ghost, and stood behind Harry and Ron, holding a book dignifiedly in his hand, covering his face.

"You're right, it's better to do this kind of thing yourself, otherwise you will look like a coward." Ron agreed with Harry's point of view.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the notebook in Snape's hand was filled with wind and gave both of them a loving slap on the head.

"Potter." Snape opened his mouth and said calmly, "I think you should know that it is study hall time now. If you want to have a cordial communication with Weasley, maybe you can wait until the evening to get the potion. The class office will handle the materials. I think you will have a lot to talk about at that time."

Harry didn't say a word, and he didn't dare to say a word. He knew that if he talked back to Snape at this time, Snape would definitely greet him cordially in a hundred words.

After Snape walked away, Harry whispered: "Let's talk about it after we go back, but don't let Professor Snape get the hang of it again."

"Yeah." Ron hummed, but still couldn't hold back the desire to complain, "I think Snape is definitely targeting you... I think when you face the fire dragon, he might not pray for your death. But I will definitely be thinking in my heart why the fire dragon didn’t spit out a mouthful of fire for you..."

At this time, Snape saw the two people whispering to each other again. He rolled up the sleeves of his black robe and walked over. His movements looked like the starting position of Wing Chun.

"It's been four years, I'm used to it." Harry looked like he was lying down, "He's not just targeting me, he's targeting the entire Gryffindor..."

"But he obviously 'prefers' you more, Harry..."

Halfway through Ron's words, Snape stretched out his hands and pressed hard on his and Harry's heads, making a dull sound as their heads hit the table.