I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 273 Wing Chun Siwen
"Do you need to ask?" Louis replied without hesitation, "Of course I went to the ball with Catherine, she is my favorite woman."

Catherine, who came quietly behind Louis, showed a sweet smile when she heard this.

Of course Louis knew that Catherine was behind him, but even if he didn't know, he would still choose this way.

It is true that the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, but it is obvious that Catherine is his palm, and the flesh is thicker.

As a result, Louis felt a softness in his back, and a light fragrance spread into his nostrils, followed by warmth on his face.

Catherine gave him a big chump.

"Ah, little moon." Louis pretended to have just discovered Catherine, and pretended to be pleasantly surprised, "Didn't you go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, why are you here?"

"Class is over early. Aunt Emma told us about the dance in class, and she asked me to come over and watch you." Catherine said so, but she looked at Louis with a smile on her face Satisfied, "I'm so happy, I just knew my fawn would take me to heart."

"You are the person I love the most." Louis chuckled.

Harry on the side covered his face and made a toothache posture.

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Catherine snorted.

"I have a toothache..." Harry said grimly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about toothache." Louis suggested sincerely, "I hope you can understand that as a Hogwarts warrior, it would be extremely embarrassing to not have a dance partner. —you don't want to be laughed at, do you, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, as if he had thought of the misery of going to the ball alone.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry." Hermione and Ron walked over and stood beside Harry, like the second general humming: "You are the hard core who defeated the Hungarian Horntail Ruthless, believe it or not, those girls will line up to dance with you!"

"Does he have the guts to accept it?" Catherine sneered.

As Ron had judged, the next day a Hufflepuff third-year girl offered to invite Harry to the dance.But Harry was a little too surprised - he had never even spoken to this girl before, and he could have sworn that he was so surprised that he subconsciously declined her invitation.

But Harry obviously didn't realize how much his actions had hurt the third-grade child. The girl ran away crying, looking hurt.

Not only this girl, but also a girl from the second grade and a girl from the fifth grade all came to invite him that day, but Harry refused.The main reason was that the girl in the second grade was too small, and Harry felt he couldn't handle it; and the girl in the fifth grade was too tall, so Harry always felt that he was not facing a girl, but Hagrid.

Yes, this girl is as big as Hagrid...

"She's pretty." Ron said objectively and impartially after laughing enough.

"She's a foot taller than me!" said Harry, still in shock. "My God, I thought I was facing Hagrid, my mother..."

"It seems that you don't know the benefits of Mrs. Bachi." Louis commented to the point, "Actually, it's better to be older. I don't know how to be good at being young, and I mistakenly regard girls as treasures..."

"What is Mrs. Bachi?" Draco asked in a low voice from behind, while Professor Binns was still chanting on it.

Louis gave them some popular science, and Draco smacked his lips, saying that this is actually not bad.

Didn't expect you to be like this Draco.

"Hey, let me tell you guys, can you respect Professor Binns?" Hermione turned her head and glared at the bad students who were whispering in class, growling like a lion, "Don't go too far! Don't go too far during class." Whispering."

"Who are you?" Draco looked at Harry annoyedly, "Are you Professor Granger, my God, why should we listen to you?"

"It's not that we don't listen to the lectures. You can listen to what Professor Binns is talking about now?" Louis pointed to Professor Binns on the podium.

Well, this class was supposed to be about the Middle Ages, but now Professor Binns is talking about the history of World War II.

You said that you are a researcher on the history of magic, what are you talking about about the Muggle history of World War II?

The students in the class didn't think there was anything intimidating. This is Professor Binns' daily operation. It seems that Professor Binns must have read the history of World War II the night before, otherwise he wouldn't have entered his mind like this.

Of course, the class taught by Professor Binns is the most popular among the students. After all, in his class, everyone can do other things unscrupulously without being penalized by the professor.

In fact, there is no chance of extra points in Professor Binns' class. This ghost professor is obviously a no-nonsense one, even if he is as smart as Hermione.

What's more, there are actually a few bold classmates from Gryffindor, such as Seamus over there, who are playing wizard chess with the people next to him.The Slytherin students went too far, and there were even two girls happily knitting sweaters underneath.

Well, you read that right, they are knitting sweaters.

You see, the quiet hobbies of Slytherin girls can't be learned by ordinary people.

In Snape's class, they were not so lucky. Professor Snape's eyes were like falcons looking for prey, staring at the students on the field.

The students in the Potions class didn't dare to show their breath, they sat there attentively, waiting for the spit of Snape's venom.

Snape stared at his classmates with sullen eyes, and announced something that everyone hated - he would give a final exam in the last class of this semester.

When he made the announcement, the atmosphere of the whole classroom was instantly tense, and the students dared not speak out against such wicked behavior.

"It's too bad, I'm going to fight with my fist." Louis at home complained to Catherine.

Catherine sighed: "Do you think you are the only ones suffering? Professor Snape asked us to write two extra papers before the final exam...God, I really don't know what to do..."

"That's easy to say." Louis smiled. "You can ask Paqiuli to help. She has nothing to do in the library every day. Maybe it can help you write a paper?"

Of course Paqiuli has no objection: "Mu Q, of course, I can help you write two papers when I am free in the library. I have also dabbled in potions in the wizarding world recently. Writing a paper should be no problem. big."

"Really?" Catherine was immediately happy, but she suddenly remembered what Paqiuli said just now, "I have dabbled in something recently", and asked hesitantly, "Then you Potions..."

He didn't say the following words, which probably meant that he didn't trust Pachiuli a little bit.

Of course Paqiuli knew what Catherine meant, she smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I just memorized all the books about Potions..."

Listen, is this human?

As expected of a large immovable library, it is talented in reading books.

It's a pity not to do the question.

"Are you stuck in the library every day?" Catherine asked curiously: "I think you should go out for a walk and exercise your body. Your body is too weak."

"I'm used to it, Mu Q." Paqiuli sighed, "The bodies of magicians are like this. I've been used to it for so many years."

"Distressed." Louis spread his hands, "This is a vicious circle. The less you exercise, the worse your health will be, and then the less you want to exercise. It is a closed loop...Of course you are still staying at home for a while now. Some, when Chromie comes, ask her if she has any good ways to heal your frail body..."

"I've given up hope..." Paqiuli smiled and didn't continue talking.

During the self-study the next day, there was already a clear sense of urgency.On the one hand, it was because of Professor Snape's inhumanity, and on the other hand, it was because the boys who didn't have a partner were starting to worry.

You ask girls why they are not in a hurry?Don't be kidding, girls are scarce resources.

Louis had nothing to do, so he also went to the auditorium to study by himself to pass the time. He saw Harry who was buried in writing, and leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How about it, Harry, have you solved the mystery?"

"No." Harry shook his head and sighed, "That golden egg, the sharp sound it made when it was broken...it made my scalp tingle, did you find a way, Louis?"

"Neither." Louis shook his head. "There's a bigger, more pressing question than that—have you found a date yet?"

Harry let out another long sigh: "No...it's too difficult, I always feel...well, there are quite a lot of people looking for me, but I really feel that there are fewer people who want to go with her..."

"Then did you ask my sister?" Louise laughed, "Elizabeth doesn't seem to have a partner, she really wants to find someone to participate."

"Elizabeth?" Harry really thought about it for a while, and immediately shook his head to say no: "Forget it, she's too young..."

"You're picky, and you want to go to the dance. I'm also very embarrassed." Louis spread his hands and said that Harry couldn't save him. "I've already found the opportunity for you, and it's up to you to grasp it yourself."

After speaking, Louis found a place to sit casually, opened his notes and began to write a proposal.

Fred, who was sitting across from Harry, took out a ball of paper and looked up at Snape, seeing that Snape's attention was on Ravenclaw's side, so he hit Harry with the ball of paper.

"?" Harry showed a puzzled expression, he didn't dare to speak loudly - Snape was full of finding fault with him, and he was worried that he had no reason to tease him, but he didn't dare to hit the gun.

Fred stretched out his hand, gestured and said, "I suggest you find a partner quickly." Having said that, he made a dancing gesture, "If you don't look for it, all the good girls will be picked out..."

"Why don't you look for it?" Harry mouthed, and since his back was turned to Snape, Snape couldn't see the movement of his mouth.

"Look, learn." Fred mouthed, pointed to himself, tore off a note, and hit Angelina who was diagonally opposite.

Angelina looked at him suspiciously, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Would you like to go to the prom with me?" Fred posed for the prom, inviting Angelina.

"Of course." Angelina nodded and accepted, she actually liked Fred quite a bit.

According to gossip, Angelina has never agreed to other people's invitations, just waiting for Fred to invite her.

"Have you learned it?" Fred turned his head to look at Harry with a smug expression.

Harry rolled his eyes at him and didn't speak, this kind of behavior is really cool.

"I think you should really think about it, Harry." Hermione said in a low voice, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first. You can see who is suitable first. If you're embarrassed, I can invite her for you... ..."

After speaking, Hermione turned and left the auditorium.

"I think what Hermione said makes sense, you can try it." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Ah? How do you try?" Harry was still confused, "It's best to invite yourself to this kind of thing, and let her figure out what's going on..."

It's okay, Harry is still a bit of a man, but only a little.

Snape, who had been paying attention to this side for a long time, saw the small movements of the two whispering, and floated over like a ghost, standing behind Harry and Ron, holding a book dignifiedly in his hand, covering his face.

"You're right, it's better to do this kind of thing yourself, or you'll look like a coward." Ron agreed with Harry's point of view.

But as soon as the words fell, the notebook in Snape's hand was blowing with wind, giving each of them a loving slap on the head.

"Potter." Snape opened his mouth and said nonchalantly, "I think you should know that it's time for self-study, if you want to have a friendly conversation with Weasley, maybe you can wait until the evening to get the potion The class office will handle the materials, I think you must have endless things to talk about at that time."

Harry didn't say anything, and didn't dare to say anything, he knew that if he talked back to Snape at this time, then Snape would definitely greet him with ten or a hundred sentences.

After Snape walked away, Harry whispered, "Let's talk about it after we go back, and don't let Professor Snape get caught."

"Yeah." Ron hummed, but still couldn't hold back the desire to complain, "I think Snape is definitely targeting you... I think when you face the fire dragon, he might not beg you to die, But you will definitely think in your heart why the fire dragon didn't spit out a mouthful of flames for you..."

At this moment, Snape saw the two whispering again, he rolled up the sleeves of his black robe, and walked towards this side, his movements looked like Wing Chun's opening hands.

"It's been four years, and I'm used to it." Harry said with a straight face, "He's not only targeting me, he's targeting the whole of Gryffindor..."

"But he clearly 'prefers' you more, Harry..."

Ron was halfway through speaking, and Snape stretched out his hands and pressed hard on his and Harry's heads, and the two heads hit the table with a dull sound.

(End of this chapter)