I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 146 3, 2, 1, come on! ! !
"You want me to let you go, and you refuse to call me good brother, which makes it very difficult for me." Louis pressed Catherine's hands with one hand, and picked her slender chin with the other, with a frivolous tone Looks like a playboy.

"Don't even think about it!" Catherine looked at Louis angrily. Her weak body had no strength to resist.

"Hmph, you don't have to drink a toast." Louis showed the iconic smile of the villains, and stretched out his claws to continue scratching.

"Okay, okay, woo... hahaha... um... Deer, no more." Catherine giggled and trembled, begging for mercy: "I was wrong...don't scratch..."

Louis stopped his hands, patted his senior's peach, and asked with a smile, "Huh? Then what should you call me?"

"Okay... good brother..." Catherine's voice was as thin as a mosquito's gnat, and the gnat's capital was almost buried in the treasure on her chest.

"Can't hear, can't hear." Louis stretched his ears, looking dissatisfied, who could be fooled by such a small voice?

Catherine rolled his eyes at him resentfully, put her sweet lips close to Louis' ear, and said in a coquettish tone: "Good brother~"

"Hey, that's good." Louis patted Catherine's waist in satisfaction, got off the horse, and straightened the quilt kicked into a ball by Catherine: "Okay, I'm going to take a bath, and I should go to bed soon, shall we? "

"I'm bored, you go first..." Catherine said quietly.

"Let's take a break, we'll be together later." Louis lay back down again. This kid was very thick-skinned, and Catherine couldn't do anything about him.

It has been eaten to death.

Remonia in the office was so sour that she banged on the floor, but there was nothing she could do about these two people.

After all, no matter how wicked she was, she would not dare to go against Louis' will.

After all, Louis didn't get rid of his height disadvantage. He just took a bath and still didn't do anything excessive.

As the days passed and the weather grew colder, the Heir of Slytherin stopped attacking.During this time, without telling the teacher, everyone chattered and exchanged amulets, exorcism items and other things to protect themselves. The Harry trio came to Louis mysteriously and stuffed him with a voodoo doll. It can ward off evil spirits, and Catherine, whose image was gradually reversed in the eyes of the three little animals, also received an ugly voodoo doll as a gift.

Louis told her that she was not in any danger, and there was no need to take this voodoo doll around, and it was useless anyway, but Catherine felt that this was the first gift given to her by the little animals, and it should be taken seriously.

He felt that Catherine was actually just enjoying the feeling of being valued as a professor's girlfriend.

In the second week of December, professors from the four colleges came to collect the list of students who stayed in school for Christmas as usual. After asking Catherine, Louis thought about it and decided to fill in the option not to go home for the New Year.

And the agreed duel day is coming soon.

On this day, Hogwarts, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became noisy. Reporters from major daily newspapers, directors of the school board, wizards from pure-blood families, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and even Fudge himself came to witness the magic. The world's first rare event.

The crowd in the auditorium is bustling, and the students can be said to be shoulder to shoulder.The long dining tables and chairs in the original auditorium were long gone, replaced by a special gold-plated dueling platform, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the sky.Once again the ceiling was as dark as the night sky.

Principal Dumbledore, the four deans, and officials from the Ministry of Magic sat on the guest table, while others stood on both sides of the dueling stage, waiting for the protagonists to enter.

The duel is a best-of-five match, which is the legendary BO5. Since Louis has to take care of four houses, Harry's three-person Ron automatically withdraws, and Harry and Hermione are allowed to play; the Slytherin house is Draco didn't run away, Ravenclaw's was Justin Fletcher, and Hufflepuff's was Hannah Abbott the Blacksmith.

Louis specially customized a full body of outfits for them from Savile Row, including robes - the royal tailors in Savile Row knew the rules very well.

So they didn't raise any doubts about the weird wizard outfits.It has to be said that this workmanship may not be better than Madam Mojin's magic craft, but what you wear on your body is your foundation.

As soon as the clothes were put on her body, she told the little wizards the price of the clothes. Hannah's legs softened and she sat on the stool. What does Weier Street represent? He was worse than Hannah, and he sat down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he bounced up like an electric shock, still slapping the back of his butt vigorously - just kidding, it's a pity that such expensive clothes are dirty... But he forgot to clean up a new spell.

Hermione was also a little dizzy. She held Harry, rested her forehead with the other hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Ha...Harry, please support me, I'm a little...a little dizzy..."

Harry didn't have much idea about money—after all, this kid himself was a local tyrant, and he let go of Hermione gloatingly, with the attitude of an eagle mother who kicked the cub off the cliff: "You have to rely on yourself, Hermione, when you When you can stand on your own without external force, it means that you have not been knocked down by money."

Of course, eagles don't train young chicks in this way, everyone knows.

Looking at Hermione's wobbly figure, Harry began to gloat and count the time.

"One—two—three——" Counting here, Harry saw Hermione was about to fall, and immediately rushed up to hold her right hand and shook it vigorously, and said with a smirk: "Congratulations! You are not hit by money." fall!"

Hermione gave Harry a middle finger, and then seemed to think that the feeling was not bad, so she reached out her other hand and gave Harry a double middle finger.

"Hahaha...giggle..." She was amused by her behavior, she was so laughing that she leaned on her knees and even couldn't straighten up.

Now it was Harry's turn to be depressed.

"Okay, don't be nervous, relax and relax." Louis began to enlighten before the game, just like a coach.

Everyone was not too nervous at first, but after being told by Louis, they became a little nervous, especially Hannah, who was panting heavily, with one hand on her chest, and the violent heartbeat made her feel as if her heart was about to start. It's like popping out of my throat.

Louis knew that he was being self-defeating, he said with a chuckle, "It's nothing, come on, why don't we shout a slogan, I'll say three two one, let's all cheer together, how about it?"

"Come on, come here and surround the city." Louis smiled and stretched out his arms, one by one, Hermione on his left and Harry on his right. After everyone stood up, Louis motioned for everyone to stretch out together. Putting his right hand in the middle and stacking them together, he looked at the team members who were still breathing deeply, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be nervous, come on, listen to me, three, two, one..."

"Come on!" The six people pressed down with their right hands and shouted in unison.

"Okay, let's go into the auditorium." Louis patted their shoulders one by one, beckoning them to walk into the auditorium.

After entering the auditorium, Louis saw that Gilderoy Lockhart had long been waiting for him on the dueling platform. Today he was wearing a fuchsia robe, shining like a peacock with its tail open—it would be better to ask him which day he was not Such a swagger.Seeing Louis come in with five players, he walked down the dueling ring with a greasy smile, and when he was far away, he stretched out his hands and tried to shake hands.

As a gentleman among gentlemen, Louis would naturally not be rude. He politely held Professor Lockhart's outstretched hands and smiled sincerely.

But he himself didn't know how sincere the smile on his face was.

"Hello, Professor Lewis, hello." Lockhart showed his trademark toothy smile at the reporter who was taking pictures, and after posing a few more poses, he motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said loudly: "Then, please Kang Secretary Nelly Fudge lectures on this duel."

Accompanied by the warm applause, Fudge also stood up with applause, smiled friendly, and after a while stretched out his hands and pressed forward, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

After the applause was over, Fudge cleared his throat, and added a sound amplification magic to himself.

"I'm sure everyone has heard about this gamble." Fudge smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, harmless to humans and animals: "Our newborn calf, His Royal Highness Louis Mountbatten of noble birth." The word Barton' is accented, probably to remind people in the wizarding world not to underestimate him just because of his young age—it is very likely that this kid is a pioneer sent by the Muggle royal family to intervene in the wizarding world.

"Young people are always brave, and he made a bet that around Christmas, five students from his second-year students would be chosen by Professor Lockhart, and five students from his fifth-year students would be selected by Professor Lockhart. Students, have a duel—the bet is who will be in charge of the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts in the future, and His Royal Highness Louis can choose which grades to teach." Fudge said with a smile.

"Of course, I won't talk nonsense. I think everyone can't wait to watch this rare duel match early." Speaking of this, Fudge turned his head to Dumbledore pretendingly: "Dumbledore Principal Lido, do you have anything to say?"

Headmaster Dumbledore turned his head and looked back at him, with an intriguing smile on his face, and an unpredictable light shone on the half-moon-shaped lenses.

In fact, even if Fudge is the Minister of Magic, it is a bit too much for Fudge to take the lead. After all, first of all, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and secondly, Dumbledore is the most powerful person in the magic world. Wizards deserve respect.

But Dumbledore was famous for his good temper, and he didn't want to say anything more.

Louis knew very well what kind of medicine Dumbledore was selling in the gourd. This was Zheng Boke's routine of Duan Yuyan. If he wanted to kill him, he must first drive him crazy.

Once a person becomes crazy, his mentality will be out of balance, so there will be flaws.

"No, I just want to remind everyone that competition comes second and friendship comes first. Don't hurt your temper."

With Dumbledore's intentional connivance, Fudge's mentality became even more arrogant.

"That is, that is." Fudge smiled sullenly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he announced loudly: "Okay, I announce—the duel competition officially begins!"

Lockhart also brought five classmates, it seems that this guy is very smart, none of these classmates are Slytherin.

But Louis always felt a little awkward, but couldn't tell where the awkwardness was.

At this time, George squeezed over and tugged at the corner of Louis's clothes indiscriminately. When Louis looked down, George looked around, gestured for silence, and handed him a note.

"Polyjuice Potion," scrawled the note in what appeared to be Percy's handwriting, along with a line to watch out for Chris Bernstein.

Louis shook his hand and burned the note with Fiendfire. Looking up, Lockhart was asking his team members to introduce themselves on the stage.

"Vesnina Ezel." A flaxen-haired female voice was the first, and the voice sounded a bit awkward, as if it was deliberately artificial.

Tifa in the audience coughed.

"From Ravenclaw," Vesnina added, sounding much more normal this time.

The chunky boy behind immediately followed up and introduced himself: "Chris Bernstein, from Gryffindor College."

"Bruce Topher, from Hufflepuff." It was a tall, lanky senior boy standing next to the pudgy boy like a can of pork and a bottle of beer.

"Kain Arryn, from Ravenclaw." This was a boy with freckles on his face, looking naive.

"Leon Coppert, from Ravenclaw." The last one was a senior boy with a prison-looking face, more Azkaban than Ravenclaw.

When he heard Chris Bernstein's self-introduction, Louis immediately thought of Percy's little note, and he didn't understand what he meant—these classmates were all dismissed by Lockhart or Fudge Rubbing secretly dropped the bag.

Use compound decoction.

Not knowing where the real classmates were hiding, Louis felt a little uneasy. He reached out to greet Ron, and after whispering a few words in his ear, Ron began to squeeze towards the guest seat.

After instructing Ron, Louis also took five players onto the dueling ring.

Strange to say, these five little guys didn't feel nervous after they got on the dueling ring, especially Hermione, who looked at the seniors in front of her with a confident face, and felt like watching them sell their heads.

After also introducing himself, Louis was ready to draw lots.

The rule of the lottery is first-order, and the person who gets drawn first can have the priority to choose the opponent——Louis was rather embarrassed, he asked Lockhart to draw first in a gentlemanly manner, but this kid was really shameless, and grabbed a ball When the paper was opened, he really got the first word.

In the first game, Vesnina from Ravenclaw, she picked Justin Fenriely, also from Ravenclaw.

Maybe it's easier to bully because of the fact that the land is covered by the sky?

(End of this chapter)