I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 Xiaolu Wants to Bully Catherine
Brother Xun's words are good, people in Seris always compromise.

But what he said was a bit biased. In fact, not only the people of Seris, but everyone in the world likes to compromise.

Perhaps it can be said that the essence of human beings is a compromise, repeaters and pigeons.

Of course, the great true fragrance law is indispensable.

Just like at the negotiating table, you are the first to raise your psychological bottom line and it is impossible to be accepted, but if you come up, the lion will open your mouth, raise a condition that the other party cannot accept, and then slowly lower the requirements, The other party will have an obvious sense of gap, and maybe what you get is higher than what you expected in your heart.

The same is true when you buy something. For example, if you want something worth 50 yuan, you can get it for [-] yuan. When you come up and cut it down to [-] yuan, you can bargain with him slowly.

Another example is today's example. If Louis came up and raised his own request, Catherine would never agree.But he first made a request that Catherine would never accept, and then used Vitali, a competitor, to make indirect attacks. Catherine, who was distracted, would definitely be taken advantage of by the cunning Louis.

This is the routine, Louis's thousand-layer routine.

Old mille-feuille, good boy must not learn.

In addition, Louis does not think this is PUA. For example, your bear is small. Louis said that your bear is too small. This is a statement; Your bear is too small, others don't like it, but he likes it, this is PUA.

But if Louis says he likes Xiong Xiao's, then it's definitely a scam.

So Louis advises everyone not to learn a word and use it everywhere, it will appear to be a fart.

Catherine was obviously anxious, she blurted out: "No! Don't go to Vitaly!"

"Then you don't help me, and you don't want me to go to Vitaly, which makes me very embarrassed..." The little scumbag Louis spread his hands, looking very helpless.

"You...!" Catherine was anxious for a long time without saying a word. She was at war with heaven and man in her heart, and it took a long time before she bit her lip and said, "Just this time! Don't push yourself too far!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Louis agreed happily, but he murmured to himself, it's up to you to think about it in the future...

……

Catherine's training is going on as scheduled. As for Louis's small conditions, that will not be discussed until after returning home for Christmas.

After all, Louis also considered that the impact of this kind of thing in school would not be very good.

Well, let's talk about it when we get home...

In case of being caught by Professor McGonagall, it will not be a matter of simply saying "the influence is extremely bad".

After sending Catherine away, Louis took out his diary and continued to tease... No, he teased Tom Riddle.

That is Voldemort.

As for the full name, it was because he didn't want to confuse Tom with Tom.

Yes, cats and people.

"It's a nice day today, with a nice wind and a sunny day," Louis wrote in his diary.

"Can you not write everything in the diary?" the diary replied.

Louis drew a pig's head in the diary, and attached the text: "Because I think you look like a pig's head, by the way, you don't believe that?"

"I only believe in myself." Diary replied.

"This is your fault." Louis drew a few circles, and then drew a pair of Union flags: "If the people have faith, the country will have strength, and our nation will have hope."

Louis's chicken soup for the soul had no effect, and the diary obviously had a sneering attitude, and even the handwriting became messy: "But what does this have to do with me being a diary?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot that you are just a diary." Louis smacked his lips: "I heard that the squib Filch in the school seems to be out of paper recently, why don't you wrong yourself?"

The diary was silent for a moment, and the handwriting imitated Louis' Hengshui style very neatly: "Sorry."

He added: "Sir, please tell me something about the beliefs of the people."

Louis took the mentor's book and began to instill chicken soup for the soul to young Tom.

He obviously listened a little bit, otherwise he wouldn't have had a lively discussion with Louis on class issues while he was copying the article.

"Have you heard of Voldemort?" Louis said suddenly.

"I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it." The diary replied.

"What would you do if you were Voldemort?" Lewis wrote in his diary.

"If I am Voldemort?" the diary murmured, can you remove the if, I am Voldemort, Voldemort is me...

But he didn't dare to say that. The young man in front of him, who didn't know his name, was obviously a reckless person, and his usual powerful demagoguery had no effect on him. He gave Filch toilet paper.

"To be honest, I don't know." The diary suddenly fell into confusion, because he thought about it carefully, and he actually didn't know what his ultimate goal was.

"I personally think that the most precious thing for a person is life. Everyone has only one life. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret it because he wasted his time, nor will he Ashamed of being inactive, so that when he is dying, he can say: 'My life and all my experiences are dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - to fight for equality among wizards'!" Lewis brushed Writing brushily, the writing speed is fast.

"If I were Voldemort, then I would definitely fight all my life to overthrow the outdated concept of pure blood and the corrupt rule of the Ministry of Magic." Louis's chicken soup for the soul is almost at his fingertips: "Think about it, Dumbledore once told me, Voldemort is a half-blood wizard... Then, his natural position should be against the concept of pure blood, but why did he start pursuing the so-called pure-blood concept when he set off a dark wave? I can only say that he betrayed his own birth."

"He is a 'spiritual pure-blood', forgive me for saying that, tsk..."

Yes, just like those spiritual landlords and spiritual capitalists in his previous life.

The diary wanted to refute, but he found that he had nothing to say.

Unlike Voldemort in the future, Tom Riddle is only a 16-year-old young man now, without any deep scheming and meticulous thinking. It should be said that 16 years old is the easiest age to reshape the three views.

If you don't believe me, you can look back at your past and see if it is like this.The first reshaping of many people's three views basically came from high school.

"Of course I don't understand it. Forgive me for saying this. Tom, the pursuit of strength is a good thing, but... have you ever thought about it? If a heart grows crooked, then... the stronger his strength, the more important it is for the society. The greater the danger."

"Voldemort is a typical example. He doesn't know what it is... No, he doesn't know what love is. In the limited records, I have never heard of him having love for anything. He is stupidly pursuing what he can't do. The power to truly control..."

After writing here, he suddenly found that the diary did not allow him to write, and when the pen tip touched the paper of the diary, it could only bring up pieces of wetness.

"Let me tell you...let me tell you what happened..." the diary was scribbled: "let me take you to see with your own eyes how the wizard you respect destroys a person of!"

The diary flipped rapidly as if being blown by the wind. At the same time, the entire diary began to glow unscientifically. Louis reached out to touch the diary that was flipping rapidly, and was sucked in immediately.

……

It was a world of bleak colors, and Louis stood in a house, staring at its stairs in a daze.

While he was wondering where it was, he heard a conversation behind him.

"I have to admit that I was a little confused when I received your letter, Mr. Dumbledore." It was a woman who spoke: "For so many years, no relatives have ever visited Tom."

Louis hurriedly leaned over and looked down the stairs, and saw Dumbledore, who was still a half-grown man with a flowing butt, chatting with a lady in her 40s.

"Dumbledore?" he called out, but Dumbledore obviously couldn't hear what he was saying, and was still chatting with that lady... Mrs. Cole, the director of the orphanage.

Louis suddenly remembered the plot of Harry returning to 50 years ago in the movie, which should belong to the memory kept in the diary.

"Some accidents happened to other children, terrible accidents." Mrs. Cole seemed to recall some bad memories, she trembled, went to a room door and knocked: "Tom, someone is here to see you. "

Dumbledore pushed open the door, walked straight in, and greeted him very familiarly: "How are you doing recently? Tom?"

Louis followed quickly, and as expected, the moment he entered, Mrs. Cole slowly closed the door.

Little Tom was obviously a troubled boy. He stood in front of the window and stared straight out of the window. He didn't turn around until Mrs. Cole left. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and shook it.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair to Tom's side. I don't know if it was an illusion. Louis always felt that Dumbledore's next sentence was to ask Tom to stick out his tongue to see the coating...

"Let me introduce myself, I am Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore introduced himself kindly.

"Professor?" Tom repeated, looking alert. "Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did that woman ask you to come over and examine me?"

He pointed to the door just now, with a look of wariness.

"No, it's not." Dumbledore maintained his usual riddleman attitude, smiling gently.

At first glance, he is not a good person, just like a strange old man.

"I don't believe you," said Tom defensively. "She wants you to see me, doesn't she! Tell the truth!"

The last three words were spoken particularly loudly, with a terrifying momentum.Louis could tell it sounded like an order, and it seemed that he had given this order many times before.

The first impression this child gave him was that he was a bit like the class bully in his previous life, that withdrawn type of bully.

Tom suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Dumbledore fiercely, with a somewhat strenuous expression on his face.Dumbledore, on the other hand, didn't answer, just continued to smile kindly, and after a few seconds Tom's eyes relaxed, but he seemed more alert.

"who are you?"

"I've already told you that I'm Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts and I'm here to invite you to my school - which will be your new school Go to school, if you will."

Hearing this, Louis saw Tom jumping up from the bed almost on the spot, and the expression on his face suddenly became very angry. He waved his arms and shouted: "You can't lie to me! You are from the madhouse! Professor huh, that's right - tell you, I'm not going, get it? That damn old woman should go to the madhouse, I didn't do anything to Amy Benson Jr. and Dennis Bishop, you can Ask them yourself! They'll tell you!"

Having said that, he added another sentence: "Don't you want me to go to that lunatic asylum called Hogwarts!"

"I didn't come from a madhouse." Dumbledore said patiently: "You can do something, can't you, Tom? I know, you can do something that other children can't."

Tom's eyes widened suddenly. He had never shared these secrets with anyone before. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I can make things move without touching them...I can make animals listen to me without teaching, if If anyone treats me badly, I can make them suffer instantly...I can hurt them if I want."

As he said this, Louis noticed his expressionless face.

"Who the hell are you?" Tom asked.

"I'm just like you, Tom." Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully: "It's different."

"Prove it to me."

Dumbledore didn't do anything, and saw that the dilapidated wardrobe that was originally placed in the corner suddenly burst into flames.

Tom's eyes went wide at once, and he exclaimed angrily, "How can you—that's all I have—oh no!"

Louis understood his current behavior very well. If it were him, he might have chopped off Dumbledore's heart.

The flaming wardrobe was trembling, and Dumbledore said leisurely, "There seems to be something trying to get out of your wardrobe, Tom."

Sure enough, the closet also rattled along with Dumbledore's words, and Tom showed a panicked look for the first time.

"Open the door," said Dumbledore, and Tom hesitated, then walked over and slammed the wardrobe door open.

A few worn out clothes hung on the clothes rail, and on the highest shelf above was a small box that was shaking non-stop, as if it contained some Shi Lezhi mice.

"Bring him out." Dumbledore's voice was serious.

"Professor, but..." Tom asked in horror, "but this wardrobe is on fire..."

"I said, take it out." Dumbledore's tone was beyond doubt.

(End of this chapter)