I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"Louis, Louis -" a sweet and gentle voice sounded from outside the door, "get up quickly, or I'm going to come in."

Louis opened his sleepy eyes and looked sideways. The morning light shone on the ground through the gap in the curtains. Looking at the angle, it was probably about seven or eight o'clock. It was too early to mutter. He turned over and was about to continue playing chess with Duke Zhou. Unexpectedly, the door opened and he felt a chill.

Turning around, the uninvited guest who took away his quilt was looking at him leisurely.

"Ah...Sister Diana, please let me rest for a while. Young children are growing, and lack of sleep will affect their development."

Diana was unmoved, put the quilt aside, lifted Louis up from the bed, and urged softly: "Get up quickly. Don't be as lazy as grandpa when you are young..."

"What's for breakfast?" Louis asked with a cute look on his face, hugging the pillow.

"Sausage, toast, baked beans with tomato sauce, roasted tomatoes, and scrambled eggs." As Diana spoke, she quickly made the bed for Louis, obviously rushing him out of bed.

"Sausage? Salami (Italian sausage) or Bratwurst (German sausage)?" Louis asked relentlessly.

"British sausage."

"Oh, no..." Louis only felt waves of nausea rushing from his stomach to his throat. He buried his head in the pillow and groaned feebly: "I don't want... don't eat emulsified high-fat sweetbreads... "

"It's not a good habit to be picky about food, my dear baby." After Diana finished speaking, she turned back and shouted: "Come in."

As the words fell, a row of maids filed in, surrounded Louis to wash up, and then served him to change clothes as usual. After this complicated procedure, Louis felt tired.

Louis, who looked exhausted, sat at the dining table, facing the traditional English breakfast, which felt quite unpalatable.

In fact, this breakfast is not unpalatable. The difficulty lies in the emulsified high-fat sweetbreads tube. Louis once had the opportunity to taste it. Even the most orthodox cumberland sausage could not arouse his interest.

I know everything about British cooking.

As for the other fried dishes, they were quite satisfying, but the Mountbatten family's tradition of not wasting food forced him to kill the sausage with a life-or-death attitude.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love the emulsified high-fat sweetbreads tube deeply." Louis groaned sadly, and the maid who was waiting on the side immediately cut the sausage into slices and put them in front of him. He closed his eyes, forked a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

Should I say it or not, it smells a bit stinky.

Just clean and hygienic.

After years of edification, even the stone has to smell a little bit. Louis, who is smart and intelligent, has naturally learned the manners of those nobles. Even if he forcefully eats food he doesn't like, he can still do so with impeccable elegance.

Coupled with his handsome appearance, it makes him even more elegant.

"Pulling, puffing..."

There seemed to be something flapping its wings. Louis looked around and saw an owl hitting his window hard.

That fat Scottish chicken with a round face doesn't seem to be very smart.

"Why is there an owl? Oh... Susan, go get some food and go out to feed this poor little guy. Really, it looks like it's lost." Diana put down the newspaper and looked at the owl with pity in her eyes. .

Louis' previous letters were all collected and sent by the family servants, so Diana didn't know that owls had the ability to deliver letters.

Louis called Susan: "Ms. Susan, please stop for a moment. Don't go yet. Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Bill, can you please open the window first? I think this little guy seems to be here to find me."

Diana wrinkled her delicate eyebrows, but did not object to her brother's behavior.

She also really wanted to get close to this little thing.

The valet Bill bowed to express his acceptance, then stepped on the stool and opened the window above.

The owl flew in, stopped on the table, and dropped a letter in front of Louis.

He didn't rush to open the envelope. Instead, he picked up a fork and pushed the cut emulsified high-fat offal tube in front of the owl. The owl is not picky about food either. He chirped a few times to express his gratitude, then lowered his head and began to enjoy the rare food.

Grab the bamboo shoots.

Diana also put down the newspaper and looked at the little creature feasting in front of her. She stood up and walked over and stretched out her hand to touch its feathers. Then she looked at the letters on the table and said with interest: "This little guy is not afraid of people... Well, Is it here to deliver a message?"

Louis nodded and opened the letter.

It says:

Dear Louis:

I learned that Harry had a little trouble at his uncle's house recently. I think as his good friend, you will not sit back and watch. Also, say hello to old Louis for me.

You are loyal

Albus Dumbledore

He put down the letter and Diana asked with concern: "What happened, Louis?"

"It's my principal. It's not a big deal." Louis handed the letter to Bill and told him to put it away: "The letter said that one of my classmates has a little trouble and needs my help."

"But..." Louis hesitated: "He doesn't seem to have told me where his classmate's home address is."

As if telepathically, another owl landed outside the window.

Susan went over to retrieve the letter and fed it some beef jerky. The owl whistled happily twice and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Dear Louis:

Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you Harry's home address. I hope you won't blame an old man for his forgetfulness.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Yours faithfully

Albus Dumbledore

Louis had a few periods of thought in his mind.

"Okay, I need to go to Surrey in a while... Mr. Bill, please inform Mr. Askin to prepare a car for me." Louis handed the letter to Bill and ordered.

"Let me go with you, Louis." Diana said with a hint of worry on her eyebrows: "It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"It's okay, Duhe (Diana's nickname)." Louis said with a smile: "My classmate's family situation is relatively complicated. His parents passed away when he was very young, and he is now staying with his uncle and aunt... Oh , his aunt and uncle are both Muggles... just ordinary people who don't know magic, and they have a very bad attitude towards him."

"Oh, it's so pitiful." Diana was full of pity for the poor little boy she had never met before: "Then I want to go with you even more. I must take him home, alas...poor child …”

At this point, she covered her chest with both hands, her big eyes filled with sympathy and sadness.

"Okay, if you don't mind the trouble." Louis shrugged, but he didn't care.

As for Harry's uncle... he had his own way of dealing with Vernon Lewis.