I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Louis was not ashamed of his inability to prepare sleeping potions.

Money is enough. As the saying goes, those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others. Do you think Professor Snape knows a lot? Under the temptation of someone's big order, shouldn't I just sit in the office and make truth serum every day?

Although my professor is arrogant and reluctant, I understand him very well. In fact, his subtext is that he needs more money.

Harry drank the bottle of potion and fell unconscious on the bed. Louis glanced at the other people, stood up and left without saying anything.

Now that it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Harry, there was no need to stay here.

Pushing open the door of the office, Louis looked around but couldn't find Catherine. When he saw Sakuya playing with the old tangerine peel that Ye Ziyan brought back from Seris, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Master," Sakuya stood up, bowed, and replied softly: "This is the old tangerine peel that Mrs. Ye brought back from Seris. Do you want to try some?"

"Okay." Louis didn't refuse. It seemed that he missed this taste quite a bit and liked it in his previous life.

While Sakuya was making tea, Louis walked into the bedroom. Catherine was sitting on the chair, with a bit of loneliness in her brows.

"What's wrong, Little Moon?" Louis walked over and gently stroked her silky hair, "Still thinking about the Triwizard Tournament?"

Catherine didn't say anything. She hugged Louis' waist with her backhand, put her head on his abdomen, and snorted.

Louis rubbed her hair, but he could understand Catherine's mood. After all, he had been preparing for this for more than half a year. She thought she was sure of victory, but then someone stole her home. Even though she knew that Voldemort's conspiracy was involved and guided Harry to victory quickly, she still couldn't accept it in her heart.

It seems that the calm just now was just trying to be brave.

Sakuya knocked lightly on the door and pushed in. Without disturbing the two people's world, she put the teapot aside and quietly left.

"You don't need such a thing to prove yourself. No one in the whole school knows that you are the strongest..." Louis said dryly, with the feeling of describing a "hard power champion". He lacked confidence and was completely different from his previous life. Bragging about the confidence that LGD had when they beat 8 o'clock.

Catherine didn't answer, just hummed in a muffled voice. Louis really didn't know what to say, so he could only hold her and pat her head.

It is completely in line with the current situation of contemporary netizens. Anyone who complains will only talk about the harm, then hug, pat and rub them, just like a pastry chef.

"How about we go hunting during the holidays. Maybe we can have a little more fun?" Louis patted Catherine on the back.

Catherine still didn't speak, just shook her head.

Lewis was at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to use the most straightforward method of comfort.

…

To be honest, this method of comfort is indeed very useful, at least Catherine no longer has the mind to think about the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, the price was that Louis received a row of teeth marks on his triceps.

The next morning, Louis, who was having breakfast in the office, was hurriedly called away by Ron, saying that Harry should be waking up soon.

Louis grabbed the unfinished sandwich on the plate and wanted to ask Catherine to go with him, but Catherine ignored him at all.

Well, it seemed that she was really offended. Louis spread his hands and decided to go out first.

"Have you eaten, Ron?" Louis asked as he bit into his sandwich.

Ron was a little worried. He hummed and immediately changed the topic to Harry: "Louis, do you think Harry will be okay? Yesterday I saw that his condition was not very good..."

"Don't worry, lucky people have their own destiny." Louis swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and decided not to be ashamed to ask: "By the way, Ron, can I ask you a question?"

Ron's heart suddenly flew back from Harry. He looked at Louis as if he were looking at a new world, and said flattered: "Ah...this...can you ask me if you have any questions...and don't you Do you know anything?"

"Of course, like how to coax a woman." Louis spread his hands, looked around to see that Catherine didn't follow secretly, and said softly: "I have a question, if Hermione didn't get the first grade in the exam, how would you comfort her? she?"

"Huh? Ever since you stopped taking the exam, Hermione has been number one in the grade..." Ron frowned and thought for a long time before giving such an unreliable answer.

Louis slapped himself on the forehead, and he immediately said: "I mean if, if..."

"If so..." Ron thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I will take her to watch Quidditch. You know, watching Quidditch is good for physical and mental health..."

Louis:…

Forget it, I shouldn’t have asked Ron in the first place. I was so stupid. Really, I only knew that Ron was straighter than me, but I still asked him how to coax girls...

Ron looked at the absent-minded Louis and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you? You look absent-minded. Have you made Catherine angry?"

"Oh, that's not the case, she's just in a bad mood." Louis shrugged, "I don't know how to coax her, that's all."

"Then...just leave her alone for two days. Anyway, I'll figure it out in two days." Ron spread his hands and said it didn't matter - she wasn't his girlfriend anyway, and her anger wasn't directed at him.

Louis glanced at Ron with disdain, ugh...scumbag.

When they arrived at the hospital wing, Harry was still sleeping deeply. Beside him, Lilastrasza was reading a book, Aunt Molly was watching on the other side, and Hermione was peeling an apple.

Bill didn't know what he was doing, and Sirius wasn't here either. When Ron walked in, Aunt Molly quickly shushed her lips.

It seemed that Harry was still sleeping, and he had slept long enough... Louis reached out and looked at the time. He fell asleep at nine o'clock last night, and now it was already nine-thirty in the morning, and Harry was still sleeping deeply.

At this time, there was a noise outside the door, and there seemed to be many people.

"What's going on?" Lewis pointed to the door, not knowing what was happening outside.

Aunt Molly glanced at Harry and whispered: "It seems that Cornelius Fudge is here and has been shouting from about eight o'clock until now. It's so noisy... If they don't shut up, they will wake Harry up." of……"

"What are they shouting about? What happened again?" Louis asked puzzledly, "Did Voldemort come here?"

At this time, Harry also opened his sleepy eyes. He was almost catching up with Nobita Nobita. He was blind when he took off his glasses. Lirasstrasza saw him waking up and handed him the glasses as soon as possible. Glasses.

Harry put on his glasses and saw the people in the room clearly. He grabbed Lilastrasa's hand and said thank you.

At this time, Aunt Molly stood up. She didn't notice Harry getting up. Her attention was completely attracted by the people outside... Aunt Molly was very angry at the noisy people outside. She thought they were disturbing. Harry's break.

"It's Fudge's voice," she complained softly, "and Minerva McGonagall's voice, isn't it? But what are they arguing about? It's so early in the morning, should anyone have a good rest... It's really of……"

Harry also heard it at this time: someone was shouting and running towards the ward.

"It's a shame, but there's nothing we can do about it, Minerva," Cornelius Fudge said loudly.

"You should never bring it into the castle!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded very angry, "If Dumbledore finds out -"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward was suddenly knocked open. Bill opened the curtain, and everyone around him was staring at the door. They didn't notice that Harry had sat up and put on his glasses.

Fudge strode into the ward. Professor McGonagall and Snape followed closely behind.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge asked Aunt Molly, not very well, as if he was questioning.

"He's not here," Aunt Molly said angrily, "Mr. Minister, this is the ward. Do you think that as the Minister of Magic, you can do whatever you want -"

But at this moment, the door opened, and Dumbledore walked into the ward quickly.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked sternly. He looked at Fudge and then at Professor McGonagall with his burning eyes. "Why are you disturbing these people here? Minerva, you really surprise me... …”

Dumbledore's tone was somewhat accusatory. On the surface he was questioning Professor McGonagall, but in fact he was criticizing Fudge.

"Haha, I think there is no need to ensure Potter's safety anymore, Dumbledore!" she screamed, "Don't worry, the minister has ensured this! He has improved the security of the entire school several times. Class!”

Not to mention, maybe it was infected by Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall began to speak in a strange manner.

To be honest, Louis was a little surprised. He had never seen Professor McGonagall as impulsive as she was now - even when Harry was bitten by a spider, she was not as anxious as she is now. An angry blush spread across her cheeks and she balled her hands into fists. She was shaking with rage.

"We told Mr. Fudge that we discovered that Death Eaters were responsible for last night's incident," Snape said in a low voice. "He seems to feel that his personal safety has also become a problem, and he must recruit a dementor to accompany him. Enter the castle...here, the dementor is standing outside now..."

"My dear lady!" Fudge shouted loudly. He now tore off his gentle disguise and roared: "As the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide whether I am willing to bring bodyguards, because your school is not safe now. ! Death Eaters are everywhere!"

"It's not just Death Eaters, Cornelius." Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand, "You probably don't know about Barty Crouch Jr.... He pretended to be Arras Thomas Moody used the Triwizard Tournament and his fellow Death Eaters to come up with a series of plans, and now... Voldemort has returned!"

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," Fudge said, a smile actually flashed on his face, "You...you can't really believe all this, right? God...the mysterious man is back? Don't be kidding, don't You're kidding... Since you mentioned Barty Crouch Jr.... that guy is an out-and-out lunatic. You also know about the torture of the Longbottoms... but how can you take the words of such a lunatic seriously? Here, Dumbledore..."

Fudge's expression was very wonderful. He was completely unwilling to believe that Voldemort had really returned - this did not do him any good, and was actually very harmful. As long as he thought about the fact that the throne of the Minister of Magic was not guaranteed, he would get nervous. trembling.

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort." Dumbledore said firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's resurrection. You might as well come to my office and I will I'll explain everything to you in detail, if you have the patience."

As he said that, Dumbledore glanced at Harry and saw that Harry was already awake. Harry wanted to speak, but saw Dumbledore shaking his head at him and saying: "I'm afraid I can't allow you to ask Harry questions today. The third event of the Triwizard Tournament has exhausted his mind. I hope Don't disturb him, he is already pitiful enough..."

Fudge still had that strange smile on his face. He also looked at Harry with an unfriendly expression. Then he turned his gaze back to Dumbledore and asked hesitantly: "You - um -You're going to take Harry's word for it, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

He was greeted by a moment of silence, and then Dumbledore spoke, his eyes shining brightly: "Of course I believe Harry, there is no doubt about it - I heard Little Crouch take Veritaserum I also listened to Harry’s account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup; their words corroborated each other, and there were no loopholes - you wouldn’t suspect that they were colluding with each other, would you?”

Sirius sneered: "What kind of brain does it take to believe that Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. and Harry are together? Oh my God, Fudge, you will never believe such a nonsense. Bar?"

Fudge had a very bad look on his face. Sirius's strange aura made him very uncomfortable, but he still had that weird smile on his face. He glanced at Harry again, trying to characterize the whole problem: "Are you going to Believe that Voldemort has returned, listen to a mentally disturbed murderer and a frightened child, and this child...he..."

Fudge glanced quickly at Harry again.

Louis understood what kind of medicine Fudge was hiding in the gourd. He was now trying to frame the whole problem as the nonsense of "a mentally disturbed murderer and a frightened child" to cover up the return of Voldemort. news, so that his position as Minister of Magic will not be shaken by such emergencies.