I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Cassandra: My father gave her a reason she couldn't refuse
Riddle spread his hands to show that you are right, everything you said is right.

How did that sentence come from?When a person is under the low eaves of other people's houses, he has to keep his head down.

But after thinking about it carefully, Riddle also felt that what Louis said was very reasonable.

He has already developed self-awareness, so he is willing to be swallowed by the subject.

Self-awareness and consciousness-generating are two concepts that seem similar, but the fundamental difference between the former and the latter lies in the difference in the concept of "I".

But the current diary's small mind clearly believes that he should be Voldemort's main body, and naturally, Voldemort's real main body has become his enemy.

"In a few days, there are still some small things that need your help." Louis bent his fingers and flicked the table lightly: "Behave well, Comrade Fang Fang, if you perform well enough, within a year, I will let this A 'mighty lady' gathers the entity for you—an entity that is stronger, far more powerful than a human, and sufficiently vigorous."

Yes, Louis is referring to the dragon people.

The compulsory course for every adult dragon clan is to make dragon people.

Riddle's mind was seized at once - he dreamed of owning a long-lived entity.

"How do you prove that you won't lie to me!" Not only the expression, but even Riddle's voice was filled with urgency.

"Believe it or not is your own problem." Louis didn't even bother to prove it. From the perspective of strength, he didn't need to prove anything with Riddle, a little shrimp: "You should be able to feel the strength of this lady. If you don’t cooperate or refuse to cooperate, then I can only express my regret.”

After thinking about it, Riddle could only choose to pinch his nose and trust Louis.

No way, the current situation is completely beyond his control.

He was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Louis tapped on the notebook, motioning him to hide first.

Riddle turned around and disappeared into the diary.

Seeing that Riddle hid his body, Louis cleared his throat and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and it was Draco.

Holding a newspaper in his hand, he looked like he was in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

Draco didn't speak, he greeted the three ladies briefly, and handed the newspaper to Louis with an ugly expression.

It's the Daily Prophet.

The content above was not very friendly. Louis glanced at it roughly. It was probably that Rita Skeeter was insulting Dumbledore as an old fool. Students from the first grade come to have a teaching competition with the world-renowned great adventurer and writer Gilderoy Lockhart.

Anyway, what I said is yin and yang strange air with guns and sticks, it's hard to hear.

Louis' face darkened instantly.

"What should I do? Louis, this woman... is really hateful." Draco cursed bitterly: "I really hope that I can turn her into a fly, so that she can get what she wants all day long. Buzzing in other people's ears."

"It's okay, I'll go and have a chat with her." Louis said with a chuckle, and glanced at the diary on the table beside him.

"Looking for her?" Draco was stunned: "You are not mistaken, Louis, this Rita Skeeter is notoriously difficult to deal with, and she has always claimed that she will not be threatened by any evil forces. We must insist on speaking out for love and justice in the wizarding world..."

Draco was in a hurry, for fear that Louis would take a soft nail in the past.

"It's okay, Draco." Louis patted him on the shoulder with a light smile, and looked at the bookcase aside: "I'll give her a reason she can't refuse."

"A reason you can't refuse? Uh..." Draco froze.

After sending Draco away, Louis began to wonder where to put the diary.

After thinking about it for a long time, it is indeed safe enough to give it to Christasa, but Riddle is a male after all, and it is not very good to enter the girls' dormitory.

Throwing it to Draco and worrying about it... yes, what to worry about, anyway, now Riddle's diary can't do anything anymore, so it's just stuffing it to Draco.

So Louis asked Tom to give the diary to Draco...

It can be regarded as returning to the original owner, after all, it was put by his father Lucius in Lihen Bookstore.

Lying alone in bed with nothing to do, Louis began to click on the task panel to check the progress of the task.

After submitting the task, the fire skill tree appeared in front of his eyes.

Fireball, Pyroblast, Dragon's Breath, Living Bomb, these four skills form a line of linkage, and the ultimate skill of this line is Meteorite.

On the left is the ring of resistance, flame body, and flame barrier. After these three skills, the ultimate skill is the fire shield.

Different from the electric magic, there are four separate skills under the skill tree of the fire magic.

Fierce Fire is proficient, Karmic Fire is proficient, Sin Fire is proficient, and Epilepsy is proficient.

Epilepsy is okay... The corner of Louis's mouth twitched slightly.

I just don’t know if Melina will cry and beg me after repairing epilepsy.

Don't go crazy here!

However, the fire-type skills at least look pretty good. Louis is really hesitant now, whether to fix the electricity-type or the fire-type first.

Thinking in his mind, he added a little skill point gifted by the skill to Chain Lightning...

It is worth mentioning that his lightning technique has already reached the tenth level.

After lying down for a while, Louis asked Tom to prepare a pen and paper. He deliberated at the desk, wrote a letter that he thought was impeccable in wording, and asked Emeris to bring it to Rita Skeeter.

And a check of [-] Galleons was attached with the letter as a small gift.

The next morning, word spread throughout Hogwarts that Louis was jogging around Hogwarts Castle with a phalanx.

In the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart looked at the advancing phalanx through the window, and complained disdainfully: "What nonsense, what can be trained like this? I think he wants to train the students to become escape masters !"

Tifa looked at Louis downstairs from the side, and ignored his brother's words, but looked at the phalanx downstairs with a serious expression.

She didn't despise Louis because he was too young. On the contrary, she raised 12 cautions against the abnormal Louis in her heart.

It is absolutely impossible for Dumbledore to be an old fool. If this is the case, it means that this Louis is not simple.

She planned to find an opportunity to find out about Louis's reality and see what this little guy is capable of.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.

During lunch, the owl sent a reply.That's right, Rita Skeeter flatly rejected Louis' request and returned the thousand Galleon check.

According to her, the Daily Prophet will not be pressured from any direction, nor will it yield to any force.

In short, with a dignified appearance, if Louis didn't know who she was, he might be fooled.

In order to prevent this woman from talking nonsense, Louis planned to go to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet to take a look in person—of course not by himself, but with Mr. Riddle.

There is no one in the magical world who doesn't know who Mr. Riddle is, let alone a wizard of Rita Skeeter's age, and even what Mr. Riddle looks like.

What is more gratifying is that Riddle in this diary can also transform into an adult Voldemort.

After asking Principal Dumbledore for instructions, Louis took his diary and went to the Daily Prophet to have a cordial and friendly exchange with Rita Skeeter.

After all, we need to talk openly and honestly, Louis thought leisurely, it seems that the sincerity of his one thousand Galleons before was really a bit lacking.

That being the case, let Ms. Skeeter feel her sincerity.

……

25 years later, Hogwarts.

"Hey, Cassandra!" A girl in the distance greeted excitedly a blond girl who was sitting on a bench and reading a newspaper.

The blond girl is very beautiful. It should be said that she has inherited all the advantages of her parents. She looks as noble as a swan, elegant and reserved, but the words in her mouth are as ugly as a crow.

"Red-haired squirrel number two..." Cassandra squinted her long and narrow eyes, "It seems that you had a good meal at home this summer vacation, I don't think Aunt Hermione must have cooked for you, right?"

"My name is Rose! Rose Weasley! Not No. [-] Red Squirrel!" Rose took the trouble to correct her, but there was no anger in her tone.

"Okay, Red-haired Squirrel No. [-]." Cassandra said without raising her head, continuing to browse the Daily Prophet in her hand.

Rose didn't show any displeasure, but leaned closer and asked, "Wow...you're so focused, what are you looking at?"

"The Daily Prophet." Cassandra replied without emotion, and then complained mercilessly: "If Aunt Hermione really values ​​your cultural education, you should recognize these words."

"Hey..." Rose showed a silly smile, just like her father Ron did when he was a child, she knew that it would be good to listen to half of Cassandra's words.

This is also a habit developed since childhood. For Cassandra's poisonous tongue, she has already formed a language filtering system.

"Ah... the Daily Prophet..." Rose seemed to think of something: "Hey, Cassandra, tell me the story of Uncle Louis back then? I heard that the former Rita S. Kit and Uncle Louis had a little feud? But it seems that since [-], the Daily Prophet has never published any negative news about Uncle Louis. What is going on?
She hugged Cassandra's arm, looking at Cassandra with her big watery eyes flickering, that cute look was exactly the same as her old father who was acting like a baby to her mother all day long, Cassandra Della couldn't bear to look straight at her face.

It's all my own fault. I accidentally slipped the tongue in front of this group of friends who grew up together, and mentioned the anecdote about her father——Louis, who has long been the master of the world's magic net.In the end, this little girl fell in love with her, and pestered her to listen to stories whenever she had the chance.

Cassandra had a headache, she put down the newspaper in her hand, stared at Rose with her green eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I will tell you as hard as I can."

"The first time, my father sent Emeris a letter with a check for a thousand Galleons, but Rita Skeeter refused."

"The second time, my father came to see him in person. It took less than an hour. She seemed to be a different person. She didn't have any objection at all, and she obediently said that she would never write anything about it again. I don’t want any negative reports from my father, and I don’t want a single Gallen, and I signed the contract very obediently, expressing my agreement that the Daily Prophet will be completely managed by the Mountbatten family.”

"Huh?" Rose showed a very interested look: "How did Uncle Louis do it? I heard from my mother that she is a difficult woman to deal with."

"My father gave her a reason she couldn't refuse." Cassandra took out the newspaper, ready to continue browsing the short stories.

"What's the reason...just tell me." Rose rubbed against Cassandra's arm.

Cassandra finally couldn't resist Rose, and said helplessly: "My father took Mr. Riddle to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet. Mr. Riddle pointed his wand at her head and gave her two choices."

"Either choose to stop smearing my father, and the Daily Prophet will be managed by the Mountbatten family in the future."

Having said that, she paused.

"The other one?" Rose sounded excited.

"Another option is that she can continue to smear my father, and Voldemort will use the Avada Kedavra Curse on her. After all, Riddle was still a wanted fugitive at the time, and no one can control her even if she is killed. .”

"Cool..." Rose's big eyes were full of longing. She was holding fists in front of her chest like a nympho, and her eyes were full of little stars: "It's so cool! If I can marry Uncle Louis in the future Just the same man."

"Nympho," Cassandra snorted.

"I heard that Uncle Louis and Aunt Catherine are going on a trip again...The relationship between the two of them is really good..." Rose held her heart in both hands, putting the pot on or off.

The newspaper in Cassandra's hand made a clicking sound, and Rose noticed that she seemed to use a lot of strength to squeeze the newspaper, and even the knuckles were slightly white.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Rose from the natural department asked cutely.

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Cassandra's voice was cold.

"Who is it?" Rose obviously didn't understand what was going on.

"The woman who took over my father! Unforgivable..." Cassandra said while gritting her teeth, with thunder in her eyes on the other side, as if she really wanted to fight her mother.

Perhaps Walley women were inherently hostile to their mothers, as was Catherine, and so were her daughters.

"Shame, I can't live without my father at all." Rose made a grimace, and said slightly to Catherine: "Slightly slightly, I don't know how to be ashamed."

Cassandra didn't speak, she stared into the distance alone, not knowing what was going on in her heart.

(End of this chapter)