I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 The Bad Woman

Vitaly seemed to have realized something, she straightened up, clenched her fists and patted Louis on the back: "I seem to understand a little bit, just to give her a motivation, right..."

"So, in some respects, you are still a little young, Vitali." Louis sighed contentedly, and continued: "Machiavelli has long said that the so-called gratitude is just a warm expectation for the benefits that will come. That's all."

"For some benefits, the gratitude you get after granting others is only temporary. No one knows when it will end. It may be a day, it may be a month, or it may be an hour. No one can tell clearly." Louis said easily Smiling: "But if you hang this benefit in front of her, she will always work hard for this goal."

"We use the donkey as an analogy. If the donkey eats the carrot, it is likely that it will refuse to continue pulling the mill when it is satisfied."

"But if you hang this carrot in front of it, then it will keep working hard because it wants to eat this carrot. This is true for donkeys, and it is also true for people." Louis concluded at last: "Of course, good Children don't learn this..."

"Hmph, you wouldn't use this method to deal with me, would you?" Vitaly pinched him gently.

"It's hard to say." Louis touched her soft and smooth thigh with his hand back, and said with a smile: "It depends on your performance."

Vitaly leaned down again, her perfect body fit against Louis' back, and amidst his slightly rapid breathing, her plump lips pressed against his ear, and she whispered softly: "I belong to the master, From heart to soul."

Chao, I'm not a shadow demon, what are you talking about?
The shortness of breath was not because of Louis' reaction, but because of Vitaly's pressure...

Think about it, the young Louis is not a strong man, his body is still a little thin, and when he was pressed down by Vitaly, he was almost out of breath.

"Even if you say that, I won't reward you." Louis patted her thigh: "Get up, young master, I'm almost crushed to death by you."

"I hate it, why is it so heavy..." Vitali's voice was a bit sad: "If the master thinks I'm fat, I can lose weight..."

"No, no! This is good! This is the best." Louis quickly stopped, joking, this kind of mediocre and good-looking figure is really likable, how could Louis be willing to let her lose weight and destroy this beautiful scenery? ?
Unlike some figures, it looks dry, but in fact it is useless...

Of course, I didn't mean to insinuate Catherine, and Catherine is not that kind of white and thin body, which Louis has a full understanding of.

Vitaly got up reluctantly, looked at Louis who was still lying on her stomach, and asked curiously, "Why don't you get up?"

There were seven full stops in Louis' mind. He didn't want to remember it. He was afraid that he would expose his bravado after turning over.

Vitaly looked at Louis' embarrassed look, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Unlike Catherine, Vitale had learned these things from her mother—the French are good at this.

She smiled gracefully and softly, and extended an invitation to Louis: "If the master is uncomfortable, Vitaly is fine."

"No." Luis waved his hand and refused. It is true that the body does not lie, and it is true that he does not have this idea.

He is also a person with a sense of ritual. Even if Catherine doesn't mind having many Vitaly and Christaza around him, he still needs to respect Catherine's opinion. At the very least, he must keep it for Catherine for the first time. ?
Of course, it is also possible that he is just lying to himself.

"Then go to sleep." Vitali showed a charming smile at Louis, turned over and wrapped her body tightly with the quilt: "I'm going to bed first, good night, master."

Louis suddenly wanted to shout out, "Hey, banshee, give me a good old way."

But he endured it anyway.

Silent all night.

The next day, the two returned to school early.

Catherine was only a little surprised, but she didn't care too much. She still had full trust in Louis.

In fact, Louis did not live up to her trust.

During the meal, Louis' place became a battlefield again.

Catherine sat on his left, Vitaly sat on his right, and they sandwiched him, their plates full of food.

Catherine watched Vitaly fork a piece of food for Louis, and she forked a piece of food not to be outdone, but Louis could only stuff it into his mouth with tears in his eyes, and couldn't even give it to Tom and Jerry.

Tom looked at the poor master, wiped his tears distressedly, and took up the milk basin with tears to drain.

Need to replenish water, how can you cry for the master if you don’t replenish water?
Tom's thoughts are still very simple.

In fact, Vitali didn't want to compare with Catherine. She just felt that Louis was a little thin. He was a little out of breath after being pressed down yesterday. He was really unmanly.

But she forgot that Louis was only 12 years old this year, even if he was only thirteen, how could he become manly so quickly?

The atmosphere of the Shura field next to Louis frightened the students. Hermione, who wanted to come over to chat with Louis about the house-elves, shivered and didn't dare to go forward.

Since there were no classes today on the weekend, Louis went back to the dormitory after dinner—this was his privilege, and he didn't have to go to self-study.

Of course, it's not just his privilege, it's also the privilege of number one in every grade, but everyone is very excited, who wants to lose the title of number one?That's not just an honor, but also a real monetary reward.

How many little wizards would dislike their money?I'm afraid not.

Catherine, as the number one in the fourth grade, and Vitaly, as his secretary, naturally have the right not to go to self-study.

Louis was sitting on the sofa, teasing Jerry with his fingers, and while he was not paying attention, he suddenly pulled his hand, Jerry rolled over in a circle and fell on a big horse, and the grapes that Louis was pinching just now hit him. head on.

Jerry stood up, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and looked at Louis with his arms crossed, with displeasure written all over his face.

Tom on the side pointed at Jerry with one hand, and patted his thigh with the other hand and laughed wildly. As a result, Jerry picked up the grape and threw it into Tom's mouth with such force that the grape even arched on the back of Tom's head. A piece went out and popped back in the mouth, sending him a backflip.

This time it was Jerry's turn to slap his thigh and laugh wildly.

"Okay, Louis, don't bully the two of them." Catherine walked in with the "Daily Prophet" of the day and handed it to Louis: "Skeeter has started writing articles criticizing the Ministry of Magic and speaking out for the Squibs. "

"Oh, that's a good thing." Louis stopped teasing the two live treasures, and took the Daily Prophet handed over by Catherine.

Tom looked left and looked again, and while Louis wasn't paying attention, he stretched a long cat and touched it silently on the ground. When no one was paying attention, he got up and grabbed Jerry, and turned around. Running, that swift speed made it difficult for Bolt to flatter his horse.

As a reporter who is good at making big news, Rita Skeeter's movements are still very fast. She interviewed several typical Squibs almost overnight, all of them with names and surnames. She criticized the Ministry of Magic as a vicious one. There isn't any sense of "anonymity" at all.

This saves a lot of trouble, but Rita in the photo seems a little unhappy, probably because she has no room for creativity.

Especially that Joseph Mills, almost every sentence is sad, every word is blood and tears.

"I'm Joseph Mills, a Squib, and I've been the hope of my family since I was born. My parents were wizards, and they always wanted me to study at Hogwarts. I I have always been looking forward to how great it would be if I could enter Hogwarts to study.

But when I was 11 years old, everything turned upside down. My family did not receive an admission letter from Hogwarts, and my family thought that Hogwarts had made a mistake, and even asked about it. But unfortunately, Hogwarts didn't make a mistake, it was me who was... a Squib.

From then on, I felt like the sky was falling. Fortunately, my parents did not give up on me. Even the eyes of relatives and the ridicule of friends did not change their love for me, but... damn it Death Eaters, the damned Voldemort took away my last relatives, my parents hid me in the basement to protect me, but the two of them were killed by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback sent by Voldemort for very good reason Ridiculous because they produced a Squib and they are a disgrace to the wizarding world...

Since I lost my last relative, I can only continue to wander. In the most difficult days, I have experienced all kinds of hardships. I was homeless and became a vagrant. I lived in bridge holes and slept in garbage dumps. However, I fought with stray dogs over a rotten piece of bread. No one really saw me as a human being. Everyone despised me. Muggles despised me as a dirty tramp, and wizards despised me as a A Squib, a disgrace to wizards...

But just when I thought my life was coming to an end, a ray of light shone into my dark world. It was His Royal Highness Louis Mountbatten, my God, when Mr. Malfoy—forgive me for calling him that— It wasn't Jazz at the time - when I found me, I even thought Mr. Malfoy, who used to be a 'Death Eater', was starting to 'kill evil' for the wizarding world.

Just when I thought I was going to die, I was notified by Mr. Malfoy that His Royal Highness Mountbatten was recruiting... Oh my God, I only found out at that time that Mr. Malfoy was slandered and he was not a foodie at all. A dead disciple, but a man of noble character—yes, how could there be someone with a dark mind beside the respected Lord Mountbatten?

At that time, my thoughts in my heart were very simple, and my requirements were very low. I was thinking, haha, finally someone is willing to take me in, even if they don’t pay me any wages, they only let me eat one full meal a day and have a decent income. It would be nice to live in a place like this, but I found that I was really wrong... Not only do I have three hearty and delicious meals a day, but also a spacious enough dormitory. Except for the days at home, I have never experienced such a comfortable The bed, the room so clean...

You may not know how I felt during those few days of training in His Royal Highness's workshop. To be honest, after more than 20 years of being inferior to dogs, I really felt like a human being for the first time... It was Mountbatten Your Highness gave us a chance to be human. The most unimaginable thing is that such an honorable and lofty Highness actually held my hand and treated me as a human being. Since then, I, Joe Joseph Mirdad swears that he will never betray His Highness in this life!

But such an opportunity to be a dignified man has to be deprived of it. I really don't understand why the Ministry of Magic wants to take away our last hope, just because of a bullshit secrecy law?I don't know whose interests His Highness has touched, and I don't think the factory will violate the "International Statute of Secrecy", but this incident tells me that there must be a conspiracy, a conspiracy against His Highness.

Your Highness is a kind and honest person, but we Squibs who have been favored by His Highness will never sit back and watch this kind of thing happen!Even if we risk our lives, we must seek justice for His Highness! "

"Alas." Louis put down the newspaper and said with some emotion, "Fudge is in serious trouble this time."

Catherine glanced at the newspaper, pursed her lips and said with a light smile, "You are the only one who is honest...You little bastard is the most dishonest, hmph."

"I'm being dishonest to you." Louis rolled his eyes, dragged Catherine to the sofa, and put his head on her lap.

Catherine naturally put her hand on Louis' head, stroked his hair lightly, and asked softly, "How are you going to deal with Fudge?"

"It's nothing more than throwing stones, digging the foot of the wall, and mixing sand." Louis said easily: "Now that the stone has been thrown out, it's time to dig the foot of the wall."

Catherine had a clever mind, and after a moment of shock, she knew exactly what Louis meant.Vitali also thought for a long time before she realized that only Kristaza, with her mouth full of nuts like a silly big sister, and her cheeks bulging like a hamster, didn't care what Louis was talking about at all.

My scalp is so itchy recently... Maybe I need to grow my brain?She muttered to herself as she ate.

"Then what corner are you going to dig?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"Of course it's Uncle Arthur." Louis smiled broadly, "There are a few other candidates on the list. I'll discuss it with Dumbledore later."

"Of course, some people can only be used as pawns... like that Rufus Scrimgeour, you can use him in this matter." Louis tapped his finger on the table: "As far as I know, Scrimgeour Jie has always been at odds with Fudge, an enemy's enemy is a friend, I think... Maybe this person can come in handy."

(End of this chapter)