I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 277 So Many Mr.

Poisoning Solanlian... No, the matter of feeding her canary biscuits will be left behind. The most urgent task now is to get the dance well.

Today's dinner was very sumptuous. Since the weather is relatively cold, the house elves have launched a series of hot stews. Louis especially likes the potato stew.

To be honest, this potato stew is his favourite. The fat and thin pork meat is diced, stewed with potatoes into a thick soup, and putting a spoonful of it into his mouth is simply a mouthful of happiness.As a Serisian in his previous life, Louis still mastered the core skills—tearing bread into pieces and eating it with soup, it was so refreshing.

"Look at you, eat slowly, and no one will compete with you..." Catherine lovingly took out a handkerchief and wiped the food on Louis's face, "Really, I find that you don't care about it every year. etiquette."

"To hell with the etiquette." Louis shrugged, "The so-called etiquette is just to cover up some of my shortcomings. You see, when my aunt is tasting wine, she directly holds the goblet. Would anyone say this is not etiquette? ?”

He really wasn't making up his aunt. The old lady often stuffed it into her mouth when she caught something. When she went to Buckingham Palace last time, she saw her aunt gnawing an apple in her hand.

Yes, he didn't go to Buckingham, there weren't so many gentlemen.

When Louis eats an apple, he usually asks someone to peel it first. If he eats it directly, his gums will often bleed for no reason.So if it is not necessary, he will never eat the whole apple.

Of course, apples are neither rice nor medicine, and there is no need to eat them.

Just after eating two pieces of bread, Louis heard Hermione calling him. Turning his head, she grabbed Harry and Ron and stood behind him, beckoning him to go out.

"What are you going to do?" Louis asked puzzled, seeing that Harry and Ron were equally confused.

"You'll know when we get there." Hermione looked very happy, high-spirited, not even so happy to pick up the money.

Ron curled his lips and asked, "What's the matter with you? You're so happy. It looks like you ate bees... as if you ate honey..."

He and Louis had learned this phrase, but halfway through it, it didn't feel right - Hermione would have to kill him if he said it all.

Of course, Louis did not invent this sentence himself, he learned it from the brigade commander.

It was obvious that something was wrong along the way, this Hermione was going to take the three of them to the kitchen...

When she entered the kitchen immediately, Hermione happily turned her head and shouted, "Harry! Look who this is!"

Harry looked down, his fist hardened...

Isn't this Dobby?The culprit who caused him to be cleaned up by Uncle Vernon during the summer vacation at the end of the first-year semester, the bastard who smashed the cake on Mrs. Mason...

However, Harry was very gracious and well-bred, he just gave a faint oh, and said in a neutral way: "Oh, it's Dobby, hello..."

His tone was dry, and it was obvious that he was holding back a burst of anger.

Ron didn't know the elf, but that didn't stop him from hearing Harry's tales of the house-elf's glory days.He coughed and said to Louis in a low voice, "Is this the little... elf who killed Harry back then?"

Fortunately, the phrase runt was not spoken.

Louis nodded in the affirmative.

Dobby was very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing that Harry didn't seem to like him very much, he pulled his ears vigorously, clenched his hands into fists and gouged his head bang bang: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! The great Harry Potter is not happy! Dobby is a bad elf!"

Hermione hurriedly held him back, preventing him from inflicting further damage on her.At the same time she turned her eyes to Harry and told him to say something.

"Hey, that matter is over long ago, Dobby." Harry is a kind-hearted person, and he can be soft-hearted. Seeing Dobby like this, he was already a little less angry. He walked over to comfort Dobby and said, " Don't worry, Dobby, I'm not happy because of your appearance, but... Well, recently, Professor Snape has been staring at me to clean up, which made me feel very bad. The unpleasantness that happened between you and me before , I have forgiven you long ago."

It is the basic operation of Harry and Ron to hold this blame on Professor Snape firmly - they both believe in a principle, that is, they must blame Snape if they are blamed, and no one will be so courageous anyway to confront.

Harry is a very complicated person. If you say he is the Virgin... He is quite vengeful; if you say he is narrow-minded, he can often forgive others. It can be said to be very complicated.

"Really?" Dobby looked at Harry with wide eyes, sparkling with anticipation.

"Of course it's true." Harry believed everything he said, "Dobby, you are my friend, and you sacrificed your life to save me back then."

"Oh! The great Harry Potter forgave Dobby! The open-minded Harry Potter is Dobby's forever friend!" Dobby cheered, jumping up and down, "Dobby is finally in Hogwarts!" Approved by Harry Potter!"

Watching him jumping around for a while, Louis leaned over to Harry and whispered a few words to him. After Dobby calmed down, Harry also raised the question in his heart.

"Why did you come to Hogwarts? Malfoy's house?"

"The master gave Dobby a sock, and Dobby is free!" Dobby said excitedly, followed by another burst of cheers, and excitedly told everyone what happened before.

Probably when Lucius and Narcissa were arguing, Lucius stuffed the sock that Narcissa threw over to Dobby in anger...

The plot is also bloody enough.

According to the character of an ordinary house-elf, this matter would definitely be regarded as a misunderstanding, but a house-elf like Dobby, who is naturally rebellious at the back of his head, would of course choose to use his strength to get downhill, and take advantage of the situation Lucius ran out of the house and never planned to go back.

It was a good thing for Dobby, but not for the Malfoys.Lucius had no choice but to go to the black market to buy another house-elf, and thanks to the large dividends he got from Louis, this would have been a real pain in the ass.

For Dobby, Louis didn't like it, nor did he hate it too much.

"Dobby won't be in trouble, will he?" Hermione said suspiciously, and she had brought Louis here to ask him about it.

"Don't worry, it won't." Louis said with a smile, "If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time, and I will communicate with Lucius."

"I'm relieved by your words, Louis." Hermione said with a beaming smile.

"Come on, I'll be satisfied if you don't count me twice." Louis waved his hands again and again.

After dinner, Louis began to prepare gifts for everyone in the office. At the same time, owls also rushed into the office from time to time, presenting gifts carefully prepared by classmates and friends to Louis.

What Harry gave him was a pair of plain glasses, but through this pair of glasses, he could observe the surroundings from different perspectives—for example, when he was lying flat, he could use this function to see the front and side.

Ron gave him a bag full of dung bombs and told him to just throw them away, so Louis went to the Gryffindor lounge at that time and threw three stinky dung bombs on Ron. The big dung bomb.

Hermione’s gifts fit her personality very well. She gave Louis several books, all of which were the history books of Siris—oh, it looks like a few books, but it’s actually a set. Louis is a little confused. What is the little girl doing as a Zizhi Tongjian?
Just kidding, I don't rule the country...

What Draco sent was a bunch of high-end snacks and snacks from the wizarding world, all of which are high-end products that cannot be bought outside, and it seems quite distracting.Louis conveniently opened a box of what looked like pudding, took a bite, and it tasted pretty good, with a faint coffee smell that melted in the mouth and left a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.

Dumbledore gave him a big box of candy, which contained all kinds of flavors, chocolate frog, blowing super bubble gum, zizi honey candy, lemon sherbet - oh, fortunately, Professor Dumbledore remembered that he didn't like cockroaches Duihe Bibi multi-flavored beans, otherwise Louis will definitely "choose carefully" in return.

Professor McGonagall sent notes on Transfiguration, which, like Professor Flitwick's, were notes on their respective subjects.What Hagrid gave him was a pair of dragonhide gloves, which were said to be the dragonhide of a black dragon.When Louis opened it, Christaza brought her head closer and said in shock that it was the dragon skin of the black dragon.

"Black dragon?" Louis smiled. "As for the fuss? Isn't it the black dragon of the Hebrides..."

"No, this is the black dragon of the Black Dragon Legion..." Christassa frowned, reaching out to touch the glove, "No, not only black dragons, but also bronze dragons, green dragons, red dragons and blue dragons, God, what kind of twisted creation is this..."

"Let me see..." Louis said, and took a picture of the discerning eye.

Tight Dragonhide Gloves

Provides 15% strength bonus to armor protection
+20 Ability Power
+20 Stamina
Equip: Increases your chance to get a critical strike with spells by 1%
Equip: Restores 5 mana every 600 seconds.

*You feel a chill when you put your hands in these gloves, they seem to be made of the hide of drakes - the hides of many drakes...

"Really, this should be Nefarian's creation." Louis held the pair of dragon leather gloves, "It's so strange, how could Hagrid have such a thing in his hand? Logically speaking, it should be stored in Nefarian's Black Rock Mountain In the 'Black Wing Lair', guarded by Chromaggus..."

"How do you know so much?" Kristaza asked in disbelief.

"I am your master." Louis patted Christasa's little face, "Learn, there is no end to learning."

"Hmph." Christasa snorted softly.

"These gloves—you either?" Louis asked, holding up the gloves.

Christassa shook her head indifferently thankfully: "I'll forget it, will you wear a glove made entirely of human skin?"

"That's right." Louis nodded, and casually threw the dragon leather gloves to Sakuya who was standing beside him, "Put this away, and put it away first."

"Yes." Sakuya replied.

Continue to rummage through the presents, including grandpa's, um...it was given to Catherine, it seems to be a small necklace handed down from the family, and in the pendant box is a silver-white swan ready to fly.

No attributes, just a simple family heirloom souvenir.

"I like it very much." Catherine said, hanging the necklace around her neck with great care.

It is worth mentioning that this year Aunt Molly gave a very special gift. Although she gave a sweater as usual, Catherine's one was green, with a vivid Hungarian Horntail on it, and a bunch of homemade mince pies It is estimated that Aunt Molly saw Rita Skeeter's bragging in the "Daily Prophet", or that Solanlian boasted about her good daughter when she went to the Weasley's house when she was fine.

The pie was taken by Emma, ​​who said she liked Molly's meal best.

After receiving the presents, Louis took Catherine and two maids to wrap the presents together, and arranged for the owls to send them back. He tossed and tossed until the east turned pale the next day before finishing the work.

"I'm so sleepy..." Louis yawned and glanced at Catherine. "Actually, I've been wanting to sleep a long time ago. If it weren't for the fact that you are still busy..."

"Then why don't you just say no." Catherine touched his head and smiled warmly, "Let's go, let's go to bed, there will be a dance tonight."

In winter at high latitudes, the dawn is very late. Before returning to the bedroom, Louis looked up at the time and found that it was already past six in the morning.

Everyone was busy collecting gifts in the morning, so no one bothered Louis.At around twelve o'clock in the noon, Louis was called up by Catherine. In a daze, he was given a bottle of energy potion.

The energy potion didn't taste very good, a bit like bitter almond milk. Louis sniffed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was his mother who was pouring himself. Catherine watched worriedly behind her, with a look of wanting to stop but unwilling Too daring.

And it was Vitaly who was pressing his body. Seeing her flattering look to Emma, ​​Louis wanted to beat her a little bit.

"Gulu Gulu... You are really my mother... Gulu Gulu..." Louis struggled to break free from the choking maternal love, but his mother obviously didn't want to let him go.

"Don't make trouble, drink this up, what if you get sleepy at the dance at night?" Emma drank almost half of the bottle before putting down the delicate bottle.

After Louis was released, he panted heavily. For a moment, he even thought he was about to be choked to death by the energy potion...

This is too bad to drink... Louis secretly swore in his heart that he would go to Professor Snape later and ask him to improve the formula of the energy potion. It can't be so bad...

But then again, how can a potion that is not difficult to drink be refreshing?
(End of this chapter)