I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 74 Harry's Little Trouble
"Louis, Louis—" a sweet and gentle voice sounded from outside the door, "Get up quickly, or I'm going to come in."

Louis opened his sleepy eyes and looked sideways. The morning light spilled on the ground through the gaps in the curtains. Looking at the angle, it was about seven or eight o'clock.It was too early to mutter a word, he turned over and was about to continue playing chess with Duke Zhou, when the door opened and he felt cold immediately.

Turning around, the uninvited guest who took away his quilt just looked at him leisurely.

"Ah... Sister Diana, please let me rest for a while, young children are growing, and lack of sleep will affect their development."

Unmoved, Diana put the quilt aside, lifted Louis from the bed, and urged softly: "Get up quickly, don't be as lazy as grandpa when you are young..."

"What's for breakfast?" Louis asked cutely, hugging the pillow.

"Sausage, toast, baked beans in tomato sauce, roasted tomatoes, and scrambled eggs." Diana quickly made the bed for Louis as she spoke, obviously urging him out of bed.

"Sausage? Salami (Italian sausage) or Bratwurst (German sausage)?" Louis asked persistently.

"British sausage."

"Oh, no..." Louis only felt a wave of nausea rushing from his stomach to his throat. He buried his head in the pillow and moaned weakly: "I don't...don't eat emulsified high-fat offal... "

"Picky eating is not a good habit, my dear baby." After finishing speaking, Diana turned around and shouted: "Come in."

As the words fell, a row of maids filed in, surrounded Louis to wash, and then waited for him to change clothes as usual. After this complicated procedure, Louis felt exhausted.

With a tired face, Louis sat at the dining table, facing the traditional English breakfast, feeling rather hard to eat.

In fact, this breakfast is not unpalatable. The difficulty lies in the emulsified high-fat offal tube. Louis was lucky enough to taste it. Even the most orthodox cumberland sausage could not arouse his interest.

With British cooking, you know everything.

As for the other frying, it was quite a meal, but the tradition of the Mountbatten family not to waste food made him have to kill that sausage with an attitude of death.

"Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love the emulsified high-fat offal tube deeply." Louis murmured angrily, and the maid serving at the side immediately sliced ​​the sausage and put it in front of him.With his eyes closed, he forked a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth.

Should I say it or not, it's a bit smelly.

It's clean and hygienic.

After many years of nurturing, even the stones have to smell a little bit, and Louis, who has a clever mind, naturally learned the manners of those nobles to ten percent.Even the act of forcibly eating food that he doesn't like can be elegant and impeccable.

Coupled with his handsome appearance like jade, it is even more elegant.

"Flipped, flicked..."

Something seemed to be flapping its wings. Louis followed the sound, and an owl was trying to hit his window.

That Scottish round-faced fat chicken doesn't seem very smart.

"How could there be an owl? Oh...Susan, go get some food and feed this poor little guy. Really, it looks like he's lost." Diana put down the newspaper and looked at the owl with pity .

Louis's previous letters were sent by the family servants after receiving them, so Diana didn't know that owls still had the ability to deliver letters.

Louis stopped Susan: "Ms. Susan, please stop, don't go, yes, yes, Mr. Bill, can you please open the window first? I think this little guy seems to come to me."

Diana frowned delicately, but did not object to her brother's behavior.

She also wanted to get close to this little thing.

The servant Bill bowed to acknowledge receipt, then stepped on the stool and opened the upper window.

The owl flew in, stopped on the table, and threw a letter in front of Louis.

He was not in a hurry to open the envelope, but picked up a fork and pushed the emulsified high-fat offal tube in front of the owl.The owl is not picky about food, so it grunted a few times to express its thanks, and bowed its head to enjoy the rare food.

Take asparagus.

Diana also put down the newspaper, looked at the little creature feasting in front of her, got up and walked over to touch its feathers, then looked at the letters on the table, and said with great interest: "This little guy is not afraid of people... um, Did it come to deliver a letter?"

Louis nodded and opened the letter.

It says:

Dear Louis:

I learned that Harry has been in a little trouble at his uncle's house recently, and I think that as his good friend, you will not sit idly by.Also, give my regards to old Louis.

Faithful
Albus Dumbledore

He put down the letter, and Diana asked with concern, "What's going on, Louis?"

"It's my principal, and it's not a big deal." Louis handed the letter to Bill for him to put away: "The letter said that one of my classmates has a little trouble and needs me to help with it."

"But..." Louis hesitated for a moment: "He doesn't seem to have told me where my classmate's home is."

As if telepathically, another owl landed outside the window.

Susan went to retrieve the letter and fed it a few pieces of beef jerky. The owl howled happily, flapped its wings and flew away.

Dear Louis:

Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you the address of Harry's house, I hope you don't blame an old man's forgetfulness.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

your faithful
Albus Dumbledore

Several periods crossed Louis' mind.

"Okay, I need to go to Surrey in a while...Mr. Bill, please inform Mr. Askin to prepare a car for me." Louis handed the letter to Bill and ordered.

"Let me go with you, Louis." Diana had a trace of worry on her brows: "It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"It's okay, Duch (Diana's nickname)." Louis said with a smile: "My classmate's family situation is more complicated. His parents passed away when he was very young, and now he lives in the house of his uncle and aunt... oh , his uncles and aunts are all Muggles... just ordinary people who don't know magic, and they treat him very badly."

"Oh, it's so pitiful." Diana was full of pity for the poor little boy she had never met before: "Then I will go with you even more, and we must take him home, oh...poor child ..."

Having said that, she covered her chest with her hands, and her big eyes were full of sympathy and sadness.

"Well, if you don't mind making trouble." Louis shrugged, but he didn't care.

As for Harry's uncle... Vernon Lewis had his way.

(End of this chapter)