I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 A traitor has appeared

After all, Harry was a newborn calf. In his eyes, a Black who killed thirteen people by magic was no different from Voldemort.

Maybe it's because I'm not even afraid of Voldemort, but I'm afraid of you, Black, who is Voldemort's subordinate?

After tossing and turning until midnight, Harry finally knocked on Louis' door.

Looking at Louis with red eyes in front of him, Harry seemed to understand a law.

When you want to kill someone, you can't hide your eyes no matter what.

Hearing Harry's stupid question, Louis wished he could turn him into a mouse and let him play with Scabbers.

"You can even slay the crystal old man under the spell, and you are afraid of a little Sirius Black?" Louis looked at Harry as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"Oh... oh!" Harry nodded half-understanding.

In the end, he turned his head and returned to his room under Louis' murderous gaze.

The next morning, Tom woke Harry up as usual with his toothless smile and a cup of tea.After a simple breakfast, the group arrived at King's Cross Station.

After the luggage was put away, the children got out of the car and said goodbye to the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley kissed each of her children goodbye, then Hermione and Catherine, and finally it was Harry and Louise's turn, with a special hug. Take advantage.

It could be seen that although Harry was a little embarrassed, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Be careful, Harry," she instructed earnestly when she straightened up, her eyes were extraordinarily bright.Then she opened her huge tote bag and handed it to Luis: "I made sandwiches for each of you, and you can divide them among each other when you get in the car."

"Okay, Aunt Molly." Louis took the sandwich.

Mr. Weasley came over at this moment and took Harry aside.

"Harry, you must be terrified," he whispered.

"No," said Harry sincerely. "Really," he added, because Mr. Weasley didn't seem very convinced.

"I'm not a person who likes to be brave, Mr. Weasley." Harry was silent for a moment, and continued: "But, Sirius Black, he can't be more capable than Voldemort—isn't he?"

Mr. Weasley flinched visibly when he heard Voldemort's name.

After overcoming this emotion, he patted Harry on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Harry, I know you are, um, stronger than Fudge imagined, even stronger than Fudge himself..."

Fudge: Cue, I'm strong.

"I'm glad you're not afraid, but..."

"Arthur! What are you doing? Time to go!" urged Mrs. Weasley.

"Here he comes, Molly!" cried Mr. Weasley over his shoulder, and then he turned his head and said in a sharp tone: "Listen, Harry, I want you to promise—"

"Guarantee that I am obedient and stay in the castle?" Harry's expression was a little unhappy and rebellious.

"Not exactly." Mr. Weasley paused for a while, then put on a serious expression: "Harry, you must promise that you don't take the initiative to find Black..."

Harry's rebellious psychology suddenly came up again, but before he could speak, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, glared at Mr. Weasley, and pushed Harry into the car.

I don't know why, there is no one in this carriage, just a few of them, and a stranger in an extremely worn-out robe, lying on the seat and sleeping soundly, covered by the worn-out robe with several patches He couldn't see his face clearly, but there was a lot of white hair mixed in the exposed hair, which made him look rather sad.

"Who is he?" Ron asked in a low voice, and they sat down, closing the door, as far away from the windows as possible.

"Professor R. J. Lupine," Hermione whispered back.

"How do you know?" Ron asked in amazement, how could his girlfriend know everything?

"If you had better eyesight, you might see his name happen to be written on his box." Catherine replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head, where there was a small old box tied with many worn ropes. Fastened, neatly tied, "R. J. Lupine" was stamped in the corner of the case, the letters peeling off.

Speaking of this abbreviation, the British and American rules are completely different. For example, the British prefer to abbreviate their first name and middle name together, such as J.K. Rowling and R.J. Lupine; Abbreviated middle names, such as Dwight D. Eisenhower, Harry S. Truman.

"I don't know what he will teach everyone." Ron said to himself, frowning at Professor Lupin's Xiao Suo's silhouette.

Although Ron has never heard of Lupine's story, Professor Lupine's vicissitudes of hair are full of stories.

Louis said casually: "Do you need to ask? It must be Defense Against the Dark Arts. You don't expect Professor Snape to teach for other school years, do you? Does he still take Potions?"

"Besides..." Louis said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that students from other school years will be driven crazy by Snape?"

"But they didn't see madness in potions class..." Ron said in a daze.

Louis had a face full of pictures: "You are really a picture, Tucson is broken, one class is enough torture, two classes of Professor Snape every week, think about it, can you bear it? "

Ron raised his head, trying hard to imagine the scene Louis described, and shivered involuntarily.

It's terrible. In comparison, Louis is really the savior of Hogwarts classmates.

"I heard that Professor Lupine's level is good, and I just heard from my mother that the relationship between Professor Lupine and your father is very good." Catherine looked down at Lupine and said to Harry.

"My father...?" Harry asked hesitantly. He could see the tuft of hair on Professor Lupine's head, so he should be quite old.

He said bluntly: "They don't look like their peers."

"Just ask him when he wakes up." Ron shrugged, remembering what happened before he got in the car, so he asked curiously: "By the way, Harry, did my dad stop you just now? What are you doing?"

Harry told everyone about the argument between the Weasleys and the warning Mr. Weasley gave him just now. After finishing speaking, Ron seemed to be struck by lightning, and Hermione covered her mouth with her hands, and finally she put it down. Hand said: "Sirius Black escaped to hunt you down? Oh my God, Harry, you must be more careful... Be very careful, Harry, don't ask for trouble."

"When did I ask for trouble!" Harry became angry at once. He looked at Hermione with displeasure, and asked, "When did I ask for trouble? You see, I seem to be someone who likes to ask for trouble." ?"

"It's not like." Louis caught up with the words.

"Yes." Catherine added firmly.

Harry looked at the couple, daring to speak out.If Louis is okay, the key point is that Catherine may really not be used to him. If she really pissed her off, even if Louis stops him today, he will have to enjoy the fuchsia.

"But..." Ron trembled, he didn't even bother to chew the fudge, "How stupid would Harry be to find a lunatic who wanted to kill him?"

They took the news much more seriously than Harry himself expected, and both Hermione and Ron seemed to be more afraid of Black.

"It's hard to say." Louis muttered to Catherine again.

Ron let out a chuckle, and quickly held it back. He put on a serious face, and whispered: "But having said that, I have never heard of anyone being able to get out of a heavily guarded prison like Azkaban. He escaped from prison, my God, and he is the number one felon, shouldn't a prisoner like him be strictly guarded?"

"There is no absolutely strict prison in the world, Ron." Louis said with a smile, "Just like the Scrub Prison, which is known as the most secure in our country, it is impossible to prevent others from escaping, isn't it?"

But what Louis didn't say is that Scrubb Prison has always been known as the most secure, but in fact only God knows.

There is an old saying in Europe, what is heaven?Paradise is the policemen in England, the workers in Germany and the cooks in France.

What is hell?Hell is the cooks in England, the policemen in Germany and the workers in France.

As for why?Know everything, even if you don't know the others, you should know what a British cook is.

"Even if he escapes from prison, he will be arrested soon. The Ministry of Magic has issued such a big arrest warrant, even the Muggle news has been published..." Hermione frowned and said, "When I was watching TV in France , I’ve all heard about it, think about it, it’s still news in the Muggle world...they must have a way.”

"The solution has nothing to do with us." Ron spread his hands and turned his ears: "Did you hear any strange sounds?"

"What's the sound?" Harry asked in a daze. He was only thinking about the fact that the men were going to fight, and didn't notice any strange sounds.

Louis did hear it. He pointed to the suitcase on the luggage rack and said, "Here, your suitcase."

Ron stood up, stood up and went to get the suitcase on the luggage rack. After a while, he took out a pocket looking glass from the suitcase. It was spinning rapidly in Ron's palm, and it was brilliant.

"It's said that cheap is not good, I've seen it." Ron complained: "When I tied it to Errol's leg, it looked like this. It was crazy and didn't stop for a moment. The seller told me that as long as If there are untrustworthy people around, it will always be like this...Here, look at our room, who is untrustworthy?"

Several people looked at each other, Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis with burning eyes.

Then, following Catherine's gaze, everyone turned their attention to Louis.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for?" Louis asked anxiously, "Am I that much of a ghost?"

Among us, there is a traitor!
"That makes sense." Hermione squinted her eyes and said with a grin, "I knew it must be you, heh, how many times have you tricked us in the mirror world, I still remember being attacked by the treasure chest monster." The feeling when you swallow it in one bite!"

It’s a bit of a grudge to some extent.

"How is it possible, Louis is just joking." Ron quickly denied: "The distrust that the seller told me about it shouldn't be a joke, right?"

In fact, his tone was somewhat uncertain, and he was just trying to make up for Louis.

"I'm so sad. It's fine if you don't understand me, but even Kathy misunderstood me." Louis deliberately pretended to be miserable, and sighed to the sky: "Forget it, just..."

"Stupid..." Catherine smiled softly, reaching out to stroke Louis's smooth hair.

Ron disliked that the looking glass was too noisy, so after discussing it, Harry took out the thick sock Mr. Dursley gave him and stuffed the looking glass into it, which stopped the buzzing. loud sound.

Speaking of thick socks, Harry thought of Uncle Vernon, and then thought of the signature form: "When we get back to school, let's go to Hogsmeade. I signed..."

Ron immediately said: "Then let's have a good time, Hogsmeade is the only magical village in England without Muggles, you know, I really want to visit Honeydukes' candy shop, ah...Merlin's sock……"

Ron was interrupted by Hermione with an unhappy expression before he could finish his emotion with a longing face.

"Ron! I don't think Harry should have left the school and Dumbledore's protection while Black was at large—"

Ron looked fearless: "But with us, Black wouldn't dare—"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" Hermione was angry: "Black has killed so many people in the crowded streets, do you really think we can stop this perverted murderer?"

"Isn't there still Louis?" Ron looked indifferent.

But when he looked at Louis expectantly, he saw Louis smile shyly.

"Sorry, I plan to live a two-person world with Kathy."

Ron choked, he pouted, and said reluctantly: "Well, I don't think the looking glass really lied to me, Louis is indeed untrustworthy!"

"It's a little late for you to find out, Ron." Louis put his arms around Catherine's slender waist and smiled nonchalantly.

The Hogwarts Express is heading north steadily, leaving the season with you, and the scenery outside the window is getting more and more wild.The dark clouds above the head are getting thicker and thicker, and under the cover of the dark clouds, the sky is getting darker and darker, as if a storm is brewing.

Outside their compartment, there were people walking back and forth non-stop, making it very noisy.Harry's compartment was a bit crowded, chatting was okay, but it wasn't suitable for resting, so Louis and Catherine returned to their compartments, intending to take a nap to pass the time.

(End of this chapter)