I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 163 Catherine: Aren't you afraid of going to hell?
Professor Maomao... Ah no, Professor McGonagall is better at coaxing people, and he coaxed Tifa not so sad after a while.

In fairness, Professor McGonagall is usually very gentle, as long as the students do not make mistakes, she is even gentler than Dumbledore.

But considering the virtues of the students in Gryffindor College, it seems difficult for Professor McGonagall to calm down throughout the semester.

If the Gryffindor students don't get into trouble, it will be difficult for them to win the World Cup.

The other three professors also paid their respects to Lockhart's remains. Everyone was very sad, especially Snape.

"You kid still owes me a bottle of Felicia..." He said to himself, pinching his big hooked nose and staring at the lump of Lockhart, thinking in his mind, let's forget it. Forget about it.

There are a few excuses that are universally applicable in the world, and those who have a big holiday come here, and everyone is gone.In fact, it’s not an excuse, it’s more of a step, step down for others, and step down for yourself.

Of course Snape understood this truth. As the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep, and Dumbledore made up for the lost bottle of Felicia.

As the principal, you can't just let your professor not pay back the debts, can you?
Thinking of this, Snape pulled out a sinister smile, which scared Hermione and Ron into a fright.

The two whispered to each other, and when they looked up again, they found Snape was looking at them sullenly.

Noticing the two looked up, Snape slowly turned his head back like an owl again.

Professor McGonagall clapped his hands. Seeing that he had attracted people's attention, he said to the three little ones, "Okay kids, I think you should go back."

"You stay, Louis." Professor McGonagall emphasized Louis' name.

For Professor McGonagall, the three little ones didn't dare to fight for a chance like they did for Dumbledore. The three of them looked at each other and walked out of the principal's office in despair.

It is a very good and vivid explanation of what it means that the county magistrate is not as good as the current management.

"It's true for Albus too, alas." Professor McGonagall shook his head helplessly, and looked at Tifa: "When a person dies, he must go to the ground to rest in peace. Gilderoy is a professor at Hogwarts after all, if you don't mind , we can hold a funeral for Gildero.”

"Thank you Professor." Tifa's eyes were red, but she still couldn't stop the tears.

After discussion and decision by several deans, the funeral of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart will be held in the Hogwarts Great Hall three days later.

The cemetery is on the hillside far from the castle, where many faculty members or classmates who died in Hogwarts are buried.

After all, Professor Lockhart can be regarded as a member of Hogwarts. He went to school at Hogwarts and hoo hoo at Hogwarts.

But his behavior somewhat discredited Hogwarts.

Many people wrote to Hogwarts wanting to attend Lockhart's funeral, especially his fans - in fact, basically all his fans.

But speaking of it, I don't know whether to be envious or pitiful. More than 1000 fans attended Lockhart's funeral. This is still enough time for the day, but there is only one friend.

"So that's why you're gloating?" In the office, Catherine asked while sipping coffee.

Today's Catherine didn't know where to go, and she actually wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The elegant and intellectual aura made Louis feel a little uncontrollable from the bottom of his heart.

Senior sisters are really changeable, except for the temperament of the younger sisters, who are intellectual, royal sisters, queens, etc., they can all be controlled to death.

With this wife at home, goji berries are difficult to cure... But Louis has cheats, so it's not a big deal.

He took the coffee that Christaza handed over, shook his head and denied, "I'm not that kind of person... It's not enough to gloat, but I really don't have sympathy."

"Yeah." Catherine nodded, "I don't like Lockhart either."

"You don't want to ask why?" Louis was choked up all of a sudden. He planned to talk to Catherine about Lockhart's good deeds, but Catherine's refusal made him a little uncomfortable.

What does that feel like? It's like you took off your pants and she told you to come to your aunt. It's extremely aggrieved.

Catherine looked at Louis with a lump in her throat, couldn't help but chuckled and adjusted her glasses: "Okay, tell me."

The voice is very gentle, full of the feeling of an intellectual big sister.

"I won't say anything." Louis lost his temper, leaning on the table with his arms crossed and his head turned away a little arrogantly.

Catherine covered her mouth with a chuckle, stood up and walked over, put her arms on his shoulders, leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "Oh, tell me..."

"Don't say it, I'm getting emotional." Louis felt secretly refreshed.

"Is it okay..." Catherine shook Louis, her voice becoming softer.

This is really unbearable wow...

"Okay, okay." Louis cleared his throat: "Since you begged me sincerely, I will tell you mercifully."

"The books about him are basically made up-oh, my wording here is not accurate, it should be said that they were stolen." Louis shrugged: "It's like a book called 'Southief' at the southern end of a certain peninsula in the Far East. 'Like the country of China, it likes to steal other people's things for itself."

It's a bit of a private thing, Louis and his grandfather seem to have a grudge against Japan and South Korea, the grandfather hates devils extremely, and the grandson hates Bangzi extremely.

Of course, devils and sticks are indeed not good cakes.

"Lockhart is the kind of man who, in his own words, 'readers won't want to read about an ugly old wizard in America who frees a village from the scourge of werewolves and puts his picture on the cover , isn’t that ugly? He has no taste in clothes.”

"This is his original words. The deeds of this old wizard were adapted into "Walking with Werewolves" by him."

"There is also "Break with the Female Ghost", which describes him expelling the female ghost of Wanlun. It is actually the achievement of an old witch, but he stole it as his own."

Catherine was a little surprised. She always thought that Lockhart was just an idiot, and his book was probably made up. She never thought that he was such a despicable villain.

"What about the experiencer of the story he stole as his own?" Kristaza asked cutely.

Louis responded with a sympathetic look: "Silly mother dragon, there is a magic spell called 'Forget Nothing' in the magic world..."

"Oh my god..." Although Catherine's personality was a little cold, she was still very upright in her three views. She really couldn't accept that such a person could be a teacher and a professor at Hogwarts.

"I really don't know what Dumbledore thinks, how can such a person be a professor..."

Her expression was somewhat disappointed. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was not what a headmaster should do if he could accept such a person as a professor in the school.

"Hey, this has nothing to do with us." Louis spread his hands. "His funeral will be in two days. I really didn't expect so many die-hard fans to come to express their condolences."

"This kind of scum!" Catherine gritted her teeth and said, "This kind of scum actually has fans, Merlin is really blind!"

"Let's take a look at the bright side." Louis stroked Catherine's hair: "The friends who attended his funeral couldn't even fill Myrtle's bathroom..."

Myrtle: "Don't cue."

This point Louis is not talking nonsense at all, nor is he making up random things. Thanks to Lockhart's character, he has offended people over the years. It is very difficult to find people like this who love to show off and show off. bosom friend.

At most, you can make two wine and meat friends to eat Lizhuang white meat together, but do you think such superficial brothers can come to the funeral?

That's definitely not possible, how can the gifted people take it back as soon as they go out...

"Then what are you going to do? Expose his true face at the funeral?" Catherine leaned in his arms, and now Louis, who has eaten gold, is already a head taller than Catherine, let alone, although his figure is still a bit thin , but the feeling of snuggling in Louis's arms made Catherine very useful, especially when his chin was resting on top of her head, it always made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Oh, no, I won't." Louis said softly, playing with Catherine's soft jade hands, "It is a loss for the entire magical world to lose such a great best-selling author and a professor who is popular with students..."

"But you..." Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis in surprise: "Didn't you say that he..."

"What am I talking about him?" Louis squeezed her little hand and chuckled softly: "Think about it, snatching his remains from the lair of the monster that ate the great adventurer and best-selling author, and successfully killing this monster." A monster... This is also a good time to attract people's attention."

"But this doesn't conflict with exposing his face..." The jealous Catherine still felt contemptuous of Lockhart's plagiarism.

"Then do you think it's better to avenge a best-selling author, a great adventurer, or to avenge a liar?" Louis squeezed her little hand again.

"What's more, if this matter is revealed, it will be a big blow to Hogwarts' reputation. Just think about it, Hogwarts actually accepted a liar as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Tsk tsk, not only Hogg Watts, even Dumbledore will be discredited."

Catherine looked at Louis again, with a trace of astonishment in her eyes.

After a long while, she said quietly, "Are you really not afraid of going to hell, Louis?"

"Oh, my little Cathy . . . Didn't realize you had a theological bent."

Louis' tone was extremely harsh, and he rubbed his nose against Catherine's face as he spoke.As soon as he finished speaking, Catherine stepped on him angrily.

"Everything has to look good, at least he can create value for me, can't he?" Louis nibbled on her earlobe, and said with a smile: "In general, his contribution to the magic world is more important than his death. Live a lifetime and be big."

When Catherine heard this, she burst out laughing. She nudged Louis's waist lightly with her elbow, and looked up at him: "Then, have you finalized the details of the funeral with the deans?"

"Of course, in order to show respect for this adventurer, I specially asked Ye Zi to invite a suona team." Louis said with a smile.

"Suona? That's good, but why this instrument?" Catherine didn't know much about this instrument.

"In my mother's homeland, there is such a saying..." Louis raised his head nostalgicly, just at this time Ye Ziyan also walked in.

She pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, teasing the two of Louis who were hugging each other: "I'm tired of being together in broad daylight, you two don't get too hot..."

With that said, she went to Louis's office chair and sat down: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I was talking about Lockhart's funeral, and I happened to be talking about Suona. Little Moon doesn't know what Suona is. Let me introduce it to her."

Ye Ziyan and Liu Ye raised their eyebrows lightly: "Okay, I just want to hear your evaluation of this instrument."

Louis sighed and put on a very literary look: "All kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the church. The thousand-year-old pipa and ten thousand-year-old zither, an erhu for a lifetime, and the sound of the suona ends the whole play. When the sound is heard, the cloth is covered, and the whole village is waiting for the food to be served, walking, carrying, followed by a piece of white. When the coffin is lifted, the soil is buried, relatives and friends cry, firecrackers, suona blowing, the front is carried, and the back Chase, I don’t know the meaning of the suona when I first heard it, but I’m already a person in the coffin when I hear it again..."

Ye Ziyan heard this, raised her little foot and kicked Louis' calf: "Little bastard, why do I feel more and more that you have lived in Siris? It seems that you know better than me..."

Louis hiccupped and laughed, but did not answer, but asked instead: "Just say that the image I mentioned is not image..."

"It's really vivid..." Ye Ziyan sighed, resting her chin on one hand, looking at the distance a little bit bewilderedly, a little bit homesick.

"Anyway, the volume of the suona is relatively loud, and with its cover, we can talk about other things." Louis smacked his lips: "Well, this funeral is indeed a good time, anyway, we can have some chats with Fudge."

……

At breakfast the next day, Louis, who was eating a small stove, was knocked on the door.

"Louis, Louis." It was Ron who knocked on the door, his voice was urgent.

Kristaza opened the door, and it was not only Ron, but also his inseparable Hermione and Harry.

Louis picked up the napkin gracefully, dabbed his lips lightly, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Professor Sprout's mandrakes are ripe, Madam Pomfrey has made them into an antidote, Luna has woken up!" Hermione said quickly, but her eyes kept staring at the table of bacon.

She swallowed hard, she hadn't eaten in the morning, and the cafeteria obviously didn't serve bacon today, so why does Louis have it here?

"You haven't eaten yet. Sit down." Louis turned back and asked Christaza to bring some chairs over: "Madam Pomfrey must have a lot of people there. Let's go later and fill our stomachs first."

The three of them didn't have any opinions. It should be said that apart from Hermione, the two of them were also very greedy for bacon.

"Didn't it mean that the canteen doesn't serve bacon today?" Hermione asked while eating.

"Oh, today's breakfast was made by Kathy." Louis' tone was very calm, but the three of them could hear a strong sense of showing off.

His subconscious meaning is "Look, does my wife cook delicious food?"

At this moment, even though they hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls yet, the three little ones felt that they were full.

was fed dog food.

Going to see Luna couldn't be empty-handed. Louis hugged a bouquet of fresh flowers, and Catherine took a copy of "Learning Divination from Scratch", because she thought that the nagging Luna was very suitable for this kind of divination.

Of course, Louis also knew that Luna's divination talent was beyond the charts, so he didn't object to Catherine.

The people in the infirmary had already left, leaving only Luna, the Lovegood brothers, and her sister Yake.

Since Luna is relatively weak, she plans to rest for a while before going out.

"Hi, Luna." Louis greeted, and put the bouquet on the bedside table.

Catherine also placed the book beside the bouquet.

"Very beautiful flowers, thank you, Louis." Luna's voice was still ethereal, like singing: "Thank you too, Catherine, it seems that you two are together."

"Yes." Louis smiled and squeezed Catherine's hand.

He looked aside again: "Hello, Zlatan, and Yake... This is Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, right?"

Luna's father had the same blonde hair as his daughter. He stood up and solemnly extended his hand: "I am Xenophilius Lovegood. Nice to meet you, Your Highness."

"I'm Luna's classmate and good friend, so you don't have to be so polite." Louis smiled and held Xenophilius' hand: "At the same time, I'm also a loyal reader of The Quibbler."

"Really? That's a great honor." Xenophilius suddenly became very happy, as if he had a lot of face.

After a few more pleasantries, Luna said that she had rested and wanted to be discharged from the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey's medical wing didn't need to go through any discharge procedures, she just said hello and took Luna out of the medical wing.

On the way, Louis stopped Zlatan.

"What's wrong, Louis?" Zlatan asked curiously.

Louis looked at the wizard who looked very much like Ibrahimovic in terms of height, body and appearance, and shook his head to get rid of the déjà vu: "I have an immature idea."

"Tell me about it." Big Ibrahimovic...it was Zlatan who got interested.

"Have you ever thought about becoming the Minister of Magic?" Louis looked at Zlatan with piercing eyes.

"Me?" Zlatan was stunned, and after a while, he smiled and patted Louis with his palm-like hand: "Zlatan doesn't think he can become the Minister of Magic."

"Be confident, Zlatan." Louis said with firm eyes, "I think you are very suitable."

Zlatan stared at Louis for a long while, smiled and shook his head: "I don't think about it, Fudge is still in the post of Minister of Magic."

Louis immediately understood his deep meaning. He didn't explicitly accept or reject it. He just said "Fudge is still the Minister of Magic", and the subtext was "I can consider it if Fudge steps down."

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, so there is no need to point out the words. Liaozhai plays a set of things.

The two foxes, one big and one small, looked at each other, and everything in the secret exchange of benefits was unspoken.

(End of this chapter)