I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 The Senior Sister by Candlelight
After the three students walked out of the office, Tifa's complexion immediately darkened. She looked at Lockhart with an unfriendly expression, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Gidero, it's okay to be vain, but don't be too presumptuous..."

"Yes yes yes..." Lockhart wiped the cold sweat from Leng's forehead, Tifa's anger made him a little trembling, sweat profusely.

"What's going on?" Her voice was cold.

Lockhart told Tifa the ins and outs of the incident. Tifa tapped his fingers on the table and said in a cold voice, "The current Hogwarts students are really presumptuous, and there are even some who dare to fight in class... ..." At this point, she narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully recalling the details just now.

"Something's not right, why is that Percy different from usual? I remember that he has a very calm personality..." Tifa seemed to be in a bad mood, and the rhythm of her fingers tapping on the table became more and more rapid.

"Maybe he took the wrong medicine today." Lockhart said with a haha.

"No, I have a bad feeling." Tifa raised her eyebrows, looking at Lockhart who was still giggling, her mood suddenly became worse.

Having such a big brother is really...

Tifa held her forehead, really didn't want to talk much.

On weekdays, she is in charge of teaching work, even teaching students magic, and Lockhart bears the title of a professor, and every day he thinks not only of replying to fans, but also of promoting his glorious deeds. Not wanting to interfere at all.

Tired, destroy it.

Now she really wanted to give Lockhart an Imperius Curse, so that he could devote his heart to his teaching career.

If Beauxbatons had an academy, then she must be Azkaban.

……

Let’s say that the three little ones wandered back to Louis’ office, and found that everyone was still sitting there waiting, with small notes all over their faces. When they looked carefully, it turned out that the four of them were playing poker...

"Three fours." Penello dropped three cards.

"No." Percy and Jack said in unison.

"Three sixes, report." Seeing that everyone was silent, Penello thought that he had a chance to win. With three sixes and one three in his hand, he decisively chose to play three sixes first.

Greed is not enough...

Louis saw her order, smiled confidently, threw out two cards, and slowly uttered two words.

"Two kings!"

"Don't play, don't play anymore!" Penello threw the three into the pile of cards. Anyway, she was doomed, and there was no need to continue playing. She raised her head, only to notice that the three came in , hastily screamed and turned around, scratching at random with his hands, trying to tear off the strip of paper on his face.

"Come back so soon?" Louis had two notes on his face, so he tore them quickly. He looked at the three little ones with some expectation in his eyes.

Hermione nodded, and replied: "Well, Professor Lockhart didn't find any news that could prove that he has a problem... But there is something strange about it."

"Let's talk about it." Louis was not surprised, he sent the three little ones to play a shot for nothing.

Hermione did not respond to Louis, but looked at the three senior students: "I noticed a strange thing in Professor Lockhart, I always feel that Professor Lockhart's attitude towards his sister is not right, that kind of low-spirited His attitude really shouldn't be the attitude a brother should have towards his sister."

"Oh, you said this." Percy said without thinking, "You haven't taken their classes, so you may not know much about it. Assistant teacher Tifa has always been relatively strong, and the strength is really strong, and the teaching methods are also very good. , and you also know that Professor Lockhart is usually more vain, and Assistant Professor Tifa actually dislikes him like that."

"So she usually reprimands Professor Lockhart, right?" Louis asked suddenly.

"Yes, that's right," Percy replied.

"That's not right...I've never seen this kind of strange brother-sister relationship, and my intuition tells me that it's not right...it feels awkward, but I can't put it into words." Hermione frowned, really not understanding.

Louis thought to himself that you still don't read enough Japanese comics, and you have more younger sisters with such a strong personality... and there are not a few younger sisters who are strict, okay?

"It's probably due to his strong personality." Louis shrugged, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

But Hermione still frowned and clung to this question, but seeing that Louis didn't seem to care very much, she suppressed the doubts in her heart, and planned to spy on the information herself if she had a chance.

"Okay, after a busy night, you must be tired." Seeing that Harry and Ron were in a sluggish state, Louis said to them, "If you're hungry, eat something here before going back. "

When he heard the meal, Ron's eyes lit up, and his originally sluggish spirit was swept away.

The end result was that he and Harry gobbled it up, and walked back to the Gryffindor lounge with their stomachs in their robes and crab steps.

After everyone left, Louis returned to the bedroom.

Under the candlelight, the senior sister was lying on the pillow reading a book, her slender willow waist was slightly arched downwards, and her plump peaches and her exquisite back formed a mountainous curve.

The senior sister's two little white feet were swinging back and forth leisurely. When Louis opened the door and came in, she even scratched at him with her crystal toes, as if sending an invitation.

"What are you looking at?" Louis walked over, and Lushan's claw naturally supported the senior's straight and slender calf.

The warm and delicate touch made Louis feel it, and he subconsciously made a shifting action.

"What are you doing?" Catherine felt Louis' movement, which stunned her.

"Oh, subconsciously..." Louis explained with a smile: "I thought I was driving, and subconsciously shifted gears."

As a result, I got a roll of the eyes from the senior sister, plus a kick that was neither light nor heavy.

"So what are you looking at?" Louis smiled and leaned forward to see what the senior sister was watching.

"Hey, you took your hand away, it's so itchy..." Catherine wrenched her right foot out of Louis's hand, and then said, "Aren't those books you brought back? I'm reading that... well, "On Contradiction" "."

"Hey, why are you suddenly interested in these?" Louis also became interested, and he held the senior's little feet in his hands again. go.

But Louis' next words made Catherine so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

"I always thought you were a muscle-oriented woman, why did you start using your brain?"

The leisurely tone, and the tone of the beating, really can make people angry that Jesus was born and the Virgin Mary ascended to heaven.

Catherine said a few words in her heart not to be angry, but her anger actually subsided.She rolled her eyes coquettishly, and closed the book in her hand: "I can't just think about learning magic every day...Since I have become your girlfriend, I have to follow in your footsteps. I can't be Your burden, nothing can help you, can it?"

Louis patted the senior sister's peach with satisfaction, and proudly praised: "I really like my concubine more and more."

Louis used here to call himself we, which is an ancient and sacred usage. In 1169, Henry II of England expounded the theory of "king's theocracy". This theory is "the monarch and the creator work together", so He used the word "we" to express "God and me", which means that the monarch not only represents the majesty of the royal family, but also represents the will of God.

In fact, it is probably equivalent to "望", "少人" and "孤" in Chinese. The fundamental purpose is to declare one's own uniqueness and the supremacy of power.

This usage is also used in some very formal styles, such as self-proclaimed magazine editors or judges, and the purpose becomes to declare their authoritative status in terms of professional level and professionalism-but it is actually like the current Siris , you rarely hear people say "my official" and "professor". After all, now is a harmonious society, and everyone is equal. You say you put on airs at every turn, so I'm a fortune teller, what are you?
In fact, the Pope has been using this title all the time. Although he doesn't have many teachers, his status in the Catholic world is indeed different.

"Say you're fat, and you're still out of breath." Catherine snorted softly, pulled her little feet back from Louis's hand, and lay on her side on the bed in a different position, with one arm leaning on the pillow to support her chin, and the other hand Grab Louis's clothes and take him to bed.

After looking face to face for a long time, Catherine's eyes were as gentle as water, as if she was talking to him, or whispering to herself: "My little deer is so handsome, I can't get enough of it..."

"I remember you were not like this before, you couldn't say such things before." Louis smiled and picked her chin, as if teasing a kitten: "You used to blush when you were fine, I see you now... ..."

He abruptly held back the phrase 'thick-skinned'.

"What now?" Catherine asked with great interest.

"That's right, I'm getting more proficient at teasing me." Louis said sincerely.

"There is nothing to hide when you love someone, and there is nothing to be shy about." Catherine said so, but with the light on, Louis could still see the crimson cloud on her face.

"Really?" Louis put his small face closer and drew closer. He could clearly feel that Catherine's breathing was a little short.

"Then... how can it be false?" Catherine said unnaturally, she really couldn't suppress the shy feeling.

Of course Louis could see it too, he secretly smiled in his heart, anyway, he was idle and bored now, and he planned to have fun with Catherine.

"I think you look very unnatural. Could it be that you are not saying what you mean?" Louis asked pretending to be skeptical, "Are you fooling me..."

Catherine was in a hurry, she sat up suddenly, she didn't care about being naked, and was about to argue, but saw Louis's malicious smile, she stretched out her hand and slapped Louis on the buttocks in a hurry: "You little bastard, is it fun to tease me..."

"Of course it's fun, hahahaha..." Louis laughed viciously.

In a panic, Catherine pressed Louis on the bed, wanting to slap him twice to relieve her hatred, but she was reluctant to do so. She was struggling, and suddenly remembered the thing about Louis tickling her before, so she stretched her hands towards Louis' waist, Start scratching the itch.

"Ouch... Ouch, Kathy, little moon, I was wrong... Hahahaha..." Louis is also very ticklish. The carp kept trying to break free, but Catherine had an advantage in her age after all, coupled with the little magic spell she cast secretly without talking about martial arts, she firmly had the upper hand for a while, suppressing Louis so much that she couldn't move.

After all, Louis had grown up a bit, and Catherine still had a bit of trouble trying to subdue him. After such a fuss, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.She scratched Louis' ribs like this, and said ferociously: "Say! Do you dare to play tricks in the future!"

"Hahahaha...Little Moon, don't scratch me...I dare, of course I will dare in the future..." Louis is not a master who admits defeat, and his strong point is his strong point.

Catherine quickened the frequency of scratching her ribs again, and this time it was good. Louis laughed even more cheerfully, out of breath, and even burst into tears.

"I'll make your mouth hard... ha... you bastard deer." After scratching for a while, Catherine didn't have much strength. After all, Louis had a lot of strength, and her hands were still scratching. was freed from birth.

Louis rubbed the ribs and soft flesh in his waist. Seeing that Catherine was about to slip away, he turned around and hugged Catherine's body from behind. His two arms wrapped around her willow waist, and each hand grabbed one side of her ribs. , scratching the itch like playing a piano.

Catherine, who was caught in a weak spot, went limp, and fell on the bed while pressing Louis.

"Hahaha... Xiaolu... you bastard... giggling..." Catherine, who was turned against customers, giggled. She wanted to stand up and fight against Louis, but she was scratched by the tickle, and her whole body was sore under the effect of the tickle. Powerless, unable to arouse any resistance at all.

"Say it! Do you still dare to tickle me again?" Louis put on a threatening tone without stopping his movements.

"Don't dare...don't dare...hahaha...don't scratch it, it's so itchy, little deer..." Catherine Baishengsheng's calf kicked feebly on the bed, kicking the quilt into a ball, and even The sheets were all crumpled.

"Then are you wrong?" Louis already knew that Catherine was more itchy than him. This time, this time, Catherine hurt the enemy by eighty, and she hurt herself by one thousand.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... haha... giggling..."

"Then...call me brother to listen?" Louis slowed down his hand movements slightly, and whispered next to her ear.

There is no brother in English. Catherine has been learning Chinese since last year, and she is fluent in Mandarin than Louis, so Louis also speaks Chinese.

"You! Don't even think about it...hahaha..." Catherine didn't know what her brother meant, and she refused repeatedly in embarrassment, leaving no room for it.

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