I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Solanlian's Sleepy Coffee

Under Solanian's flickering eyes, Louis stopped drinking coffee and cast a discerning eye at the coffee.

Hot Coffee (Added Version): Solanlian's hand-ground coffee tastes great, but her special potion is added to it, and she may fall into a deep sleep a few hours after eating it.

That's right, this is the real Solanlian.

Seeing Louis put down the coffee cup in his hand, Catherine's heart tightened, and she quickly put it down.

At the same time, ripples flashed in front of Louis, and the next moment, Solanian was bound by the golden rope transformed by Louis' spell.

Louis walked up to Solanlian, sighed at the binding skills of the spell, and raised her chin with a wand: "I expected you to have this trick, Sister Lian."

"Hmph." Solanlian put on a steadfast and unyielding look, very much like a French guerrilla captured by the German army.

"Little Moon." Louis turned his head and waved in greeting.

Catherine understood, picked up the coffee on the table, walked over and handed it to Solanlian.

"I hope you can cooperate, Mom."

Solanlian snorted, and closed her eyes not to look at the two people in front of her, looking extremely arrogant.

Louis waved his wand, pried open Solanlian's mouth, and then Catherine poured two cups of coffee down for Solanlian.

"It's still very cooperative, hum." Louis pinched her face, and then saw her lose her sanity under the influence of coffee.

"Let her rest in the house, really." Louis shook his head and sighed, this woman is really... tsk tsk.

……

Because of this incident, Solanlian was angry for several days, until Louis and the others left for Sirius' home at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and they didn't calm down.

It was early in the morning when we went, only Sirius was up, and he was kicking the house elf with his feet.

The elf was barely naked save for a dirty rag around his waist.His skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, his head was bald, but a lot of white hair grew out of his two big bat-like ears, his eyes were bloodshot, gray, and his fleshy nose was very Big, almost like a pig's nose.

In addition to being unsightly, this guy's mouth is really too bad to be punched.

"The master is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart—" muttered the beaten Kreacher, hugging his head, so that Sirius wished a spell would shut him up forever.

When Hermione arrived, the house-elf Kreacher scolded everyone, including his master Sirius, with rich words and complicated tricks that even Snape could hardly match.

But Hermione, the elf protectionist, was not angry, but looked at him with pity. This time, it lit a hornet's nest, and Kreacher's cursing words became even more difficult.

"Okay, Sirius, don't hit him, he's pitiful enough." Hermione begged Kreacher pitifully.

Kreacher immediately retorted: "I don't need your poor smelly little Mudblood."

One sentence made Hermione choke enough, but Louis smiled gloatingly.

The wicked need to be grinded by the wicked, this is an eternal truth.

But having said that, Kreacher's attitude towards Louis is very good, not to mention respectful, at least it can be said to be trembling. The education of love.

When Kreacher confirmed this conjecture, Louis smiled even more happily.

Seeing that everyone was coming, Sirius dropped Kreacher, glared at him viciously, then turned and went to Harry's room to wake him up.

Louis followed, walked into Harry's room, and saw Harry lying upright on the bed.

"The sun is drying your ass, Harry." Louis greeted with a smile.

Sirius looked at Louis, then at Harry, and said with a smile: "I always think that good friends should call each other by nicknames, so as to make them feel close. For example, James liked to call me Padfoot back then, but I prefer to call him Padfoot. His prongs..."

"What do you call him?" Louis has never been very good at giving people nicknames.

Sirius pondered for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable nickname for Harry.

Louis turned his head and shouted, "Kathy, if you were to give Harry a nickname, what do you think would suit him?"

Catherine almost didn't even think about it, so she immediately answered: "Scarhead."

"Look, my wife is good at picking nicknames, isn't she?" Louis showed off to Sirius.

Sirius sneered: "It's really strong, it must have been inherited from Solanlian - she gave me the nickname 'Big Black' back then, but it's a pity I can't beat her, otherwise I will definitely hang her up .”

Louis endured and endured, resisting the urge to tell Sirius that the nickname was actually his mother's.

Harry was still on the bed, he was staring straight at the ceiling as if he was in a nightmare, he had just woken up from a very realistic dream, and he didn't wake up from the nightmare until Louis called him Scarhead recover.

Harry pressed his hands tightly to his face, and beneath his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.

"What's wrong with you? Harry?" Sirius' expression was not irrelevant.

Harry didn't speak, but sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table with the other.He put on his glasses, and the scene in front of him was finally clear.

"Sirius, Louis," Harry greeted, still hurting badly as he pressed on the scar.

"Does the scar hurt?" Sirius asked with concern.

Harry nodded.

Louis frowned and said, "It seems that you really haven't practiced your Occlumency well...Did you dream about Voldemort?"

Sirius looked a little embarrassed when Louis said this.

In fact, he was also to blame for this matter. Harry always said that he didn't want to practice, but he didn't force it.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, sitting by the window trying to recall the scene in his dream just now.Everything was so real... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... But he was sure that Voldemort must be among them, otherwise his head couldn't be hurt like this.

"Just now... when I was dreaming." Harry began to describe his weird dream: "It was a dark room... There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and a small man was kneeling on the ground, he seemed to be Peter... no, he was Wormtail Peter, and there was a cold, shrill voice ordering Peter, and it was Voldemort's voice."

Speaking of which, Harry grabbed the collar of his shirt and felt as if a lump of ice had slipped into his stomach on a hot day.

He closed his eyes tightly, remembering again, trying to recall what Voldemort looked like, but couldn't.

"All I know is that as soon as Voldemort's chair was turned around, when I saw what it was, I felt a great panic and woke up suddenly, as if something invisible was pressing on me, making me unable to I can’t move, I can’t make a sound, I can only open my eyes and look at the ceiling..."

"Don't think about it if you can't remember it, Harry." Sirius said with concern: "Wormtail, you must be a dream, Wormtail, that traitor is still staying in Azkaban."

"Don't talk too much, Sirius." Louis took out the latest "Daily Prophet" from his pocket-this is the morning paper that he left Solanian's house this morning: "Let's take a look."

Sirius took the newspaper, and the first thing he saw was the huge front page.

Pettigrew Peter escapes from prison successfully

For a moment he wanted to tear the paper to pieces.

"These bastards!" he cursed viciously.

"You didn't say that when you escaped from prison yourself." Louis said sarcasticly on the side.

"Look at my business, can it be called jailbreak?" Sirius defended: "That's going, it's leaving..."

"You and I will laugh if you talk about it again." After speaking, Louis and Harry looked at each other, and laughed together, the cheerful air in the bedroom warned.

"Well, don't think about it so much. Voldemort is not a serious problem. Even if you think about it, it won't help. You can't expect the Ministry of Magic to destroy him, can you?" Louis spread his hands: "Wait until the Ministry of Magic gathers up the Aurors, They've already run away."

"You're right." Harry nodded and walked out of the bedroom.

After staying in the bedroom for a while, Kreacher has already prepared today's breakfast.Of course, without Hermione's share, under Louis' persuasion, Kreacher reluctantly prepared a breakfast for Hermione.

Louis swapped his own breakfast for Hermione's, and watched as Kreacher swiftly removed the plate from Louis's face, and exchanged it for him a moment later.

"You have lost all your eyes." Solanlian commented.

"It should be said that I know Kreacher very well." Louis shook his head at Kreacher, and received a forced smile from Kreacher.

Kreacher's craftsmanship is not bad, it's a bit inferior to the house elves at Hogwarts, but it's only a little bit better.As Hermione ate, she was so touched that, at least in her opinion, the relationship between her and Kreacher had broken the ice.

"Dirty little Mudblood, stay away from me." Kreacher's Snape behavior continued.

Harry couldn't see it, and said, "Kreacher, don't say that about my friend."

But Hermione didn't appreciate it, but said without raising her head: "Harry, this is his freedom, my God... this is the beginning of the house elves' resistance to wizard rule, we should support..."

Catherine slapped her knife and fork on the table, walked over to Hermione, and carried her out.

This kind of personality is really not very likable-she is not even a saint, she is forcing everyone to accept her point of view, and she has some signs of extreme animal protection organizations.

Catherine is also very simple, throwing a lot of works of her tutors to her, and said viciously: "Read all of these, and I will check them in a month. What does a clock taste like!"

The translation is Bai Zuo Shoushou'er, and it should be read.

When it was close to lunch, the Weasleys arrived late.Seeing Hermione sitting at the desk studying Huanghuang's masterpiece, Ron "PS" at Harry, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, you're sick again?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, she was trying to sell her theory of house elf protection to us, but Miss Worley ordered her to read something she should read..." Harry whispered, "You don't want to go to Miss Worley I beg you, otherwise I will definitely not have your juice..."

"You think I look like a Zabby?" Ron asked back.

"I don't think you look like it." Harry smacked his lips: "I don't think you are..."

Ron flew up and kicked Harry's ass, and said with a smile, "Get out."

The Weasley family was still chatting eagerly with Sirius and Solanlian, and when Ye Ziyan walked in from the door, the atmosphere became more heated.

The topic of the chat was nothing more than children. Regarding education, Sirius was extremely proud of Harry's achievements in school, and he was full of praise for Harry's talent in Quidditch.

"So Sirius, when are you going to have a baby yourself?" Aunt Molly asked suddenly.

"Me? Ah, I'm not in a hurry." Sirius said with some embarrassment. He has always been surrounded by hot girls, but he has never thought about getting married and having children.

Solanlian leaned on her small face and said with a smile: "You are indeed too old, Sirius, you should find a suitable girl and spend the rest of your life together."

"I'll forget it." Sirius shook his hand and said, "Don't talk about this, why don't we talk about what we are going to do in two days..."

"It seems that you still can't forget Emma." Aunt Molly said with some sighs: "Oh, you are always so infatuated, Sirius..."

As a result, Sirius became embarrassed when he heard this sentence, Ye Ziyan covered his mouth and smiled, took out his wand, and formed a picture in front of everyone.

On the screen, Sirius is chatting up a Muggle girl, and then having dinner together, and after dinner, the two get into a hotel.

"Is this your infatuation?" Ye Ziyan asked jokingly.

Louis interjected: "People always have to move forward. The man has passed away. All we can do is to carry this longing and live well, right, Sirius?"

Sirius answered immediately: "Yes, yes, yes, that's right, Louis, I actually think so, after all, we have to look forward."

Ye Ziyan put away the spell, put the wand back into his pocket, and snorted at Louis.

He wanted to step on him, but Louis quickly dodged it.

"I think you have the potential to be a scumbag. I see through you, Louis." Ye Ziyan showed a scheming frog touching your stomach, expressing that he has seen through the fake moves of Jin Bianluo like Pique. Lewis' inner potential.

(End of this chapter)