I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 76
Mr. Dursley's mind was full of old Lewis coming in with his battleship and firing his guns at his mother.

"Sorry, Your Highness, it was me just now...uh..." Mr. Dursley was cramped and nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Even a middle class like Mr. Dursley, in front of real Roman nobles, is actually not much better than mules and horses.

If you don't agree with you, you can also write an article "My Marshal Grandpa".

Looking at Mr. Dursley standing nervously inside the door, Louis couldn't help smiling.

Before being arrogant and then being respectful, thinking about it makes people laugh.

He didn't make things difficult for Mr. Dursley, but said very gently: "Now, Mr. Dursley, can I visit Harry?"

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Dursley in a low voice, his fat head bouncing fast, the flesh on his chin rocking back and forth.

He had already completely forgotten the wish he had just made.

Mr. Dursley doesn't care about Dumbledore because he knows that Dumbledore can't do anything to him, and on the other hand he has no idea of ​​Dumbledore's identity.

But Louis is different. Today you make Louis lose face, and tomorrow Louis can make him lose face.

The physical kind.

Mr. Dursley gave Aunt Petunia a wink, and Aunt Petunia understood and ran up to the second floor.

After a while, she walked down with Harry.

"Louis! Louis! Oh, my good friend." Harry burst into tears when he saw Louis.

He leapt forward and hugged Louis tightly like a suckling swallow in a forest.

Louis patted him on the shoulder in embarrassment: "Okay, okay, haven't I come here? If you keep doing this, Draco will easily misunderstand..."

"Bah..." Harry quickly let go of Louis, and he knew that Louis had nothing good to say.

Such a joke made Harry less sentimental than before.

"I……"

Harry tried to speak, but was interrupted by Louis.

"I know, you don't need to worry." Louis patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, then turned to Mr. Dursley and said, "I'm sorry about Harry, Mr. Dursley."

Mr. Dursley shook his hand to indicate it was all right.

"I'm sorry, but I can assure you that Harry didn't do it." Louis patted the back of Harry's head and explained for him: "But he is also responsible for this matter, so how about it, Mr. Mason's order you Don't worry, I will ask someone to contact him and try to make him meet your needs, do you think this is okay?"

In the previous life, there were many arguments about the attitude of the Dursleys towards Harry, but Louis didn't care about it. The attitude of others is their own business. There is not so much empathy in this world, and Louis doesn't want to comment to the end. how.

But it was Harry's fault, and Louis wanted to wipe his ass off.

After all, Harry would have to live here until Sirius came out.

The best way is to give kindness and strength together, especially for the Dursleys... In fact, the most important thing is that he is used to this kind of method. Blindly coercing is something that a dark devil like Voldemort will do. Will obey orders to do things temporarily under high pressure, but the efficiency of this kind of passiveness is far lower than that of active ones.

It's like forcing people to work at 996. Under high pressure, employees are sneaking there to catch their breath, and the actual efficiency is actually not very good.

But after all, most capitalists prefer to buy a car, but employees are not animals, they are also people.

How did that sentence come from?With a monthly income of [-], the company is my home.With a monthly income of eighteen thousand, fuck the boss.

"That's... that's really thankful to you! My Highness!" Dursley's red face turned purple again, this time not from anger, but from excitement and joy.

This helped him a lot.

In addition, Harry, who had always been unpleasant to the eye, is so cute now.

People are so realistic.

Louis was not interested in appreciating the English version of Ochumelov's color-changing stunt. It was one thing for him not to comment on the attitude of the Dursleys to Harry before, but it was another thing not to have a good impression of the Dursleys.

Helping him complete the drilling rig order from Mr. Mason is to help Harry repay the kindness of nurturing him over the years.

Next, it is necessary to calculate the matter of child abuse - but how to treat the Dursleys depends on Harry's intentions. This is respect for friends.

He said to Mr. Dursley with a chuckle, "Then... I hope Harry will have a good time in the future."

"No problem!" Mr. Dursley laughed until he lost his eyes, and he embraced Harry: "Harry will be like our own son from now on!"

"Then I'm relieved." Louis smiled noncommittally, and pulled the reluctant Harry out of his armpits: "I want to invite Harry to stay at my house, you shouldn't be too embarrassed ?Mr. Dursley?"

"No problem! No problem!" said the Dursleys in unison.

……

After all, the Dursleys are still Harry's guardians now, so they still need their consent before they can take Harry away.

Harry had quite a lot of luggage. Louis helped him carry Hedwig, and the driver of the car helped him carry the luggage down to the second floor. Under the envious eyes of the three Dursleys, they left without a trace.

In order not to be so shocking, Tom and Jerry stayed in the car and waited for them to come back.Since the two of them followed Louis, they saved a lot of things every day-mainly Louis was used to stretching out his clothes, and it was really unaccustomed to have to do everything by himself after school.

After all, it's impossible for Bill and the others to follow him to Hogwarts, right?

The two guys are all dressed in straight tuxedos, and they really look like that.

After greeting the two of them, Harry looked at the interior of the car as if he had discovered a new world... He had never been in such a luxurious car in his life.

Louis sat across from Harry, and Diana sat with Harry.Harry was still a little nervous at first, but the gentle Diana made him lose his nervousness to Hogwarts with a few words.

"Orange juice, can you?" Louis asked.

"Okay." Harry didn't know what to drink, so he just asked.

Tom brushed off his sleeves gracefully, took a can of freshly squeezed orange juice from the liquor cabinet, and filled a glass for each of the three.

Louis is not yet an adult, and drinking alcohol is more or less bad for his health, so the wine cabinet is actually filled with various juices freshly squeezed for him by the servants before each trip.

Harry took the juice and began to tell Louis about his experience.

"I thought none of you wrote to me, Louis." Harry, who knew the truth, was much more cheerful, and he resumed his heartless smile like a big fool, and handed the empty glass to Tom for a refill: " I'm dying of panic... you know, I even thought you guys were going to get along with me... Fortunately, that Dobby said he intercepted all the letters sent to me..."

"You wrote to me too, didn't you?" Harry looked at Louis.

Louis burst out laughing. He took the orange juice handed over by Tom, and said with a smile, "Silly boy... why did I write about that..."

"Not even Miss Walley?" Harry asked foolishly.

Diana's eyes became amused when she heard the words "Miss Walley".

The glass of orange juice in Louis's hand clattered to the carpet.

(End of this chapter)