I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 101 Night Banquet
Lucius Malfoy estimated the time and had already been waiting at the gate of the manor with his wife and son.

Logically speaking, Lucius should not have waited for his son's classmates at the gate of the manor, but Louis's identity was different. First, as a duke, Lucius had to show respect even if they were Muggles. This had nothing to do with pure blood or not. This was a tacit understanding among the nobles. After all, Lucius' ancestors also had Muggle titles. Secondly, as the "future boss of the wizarding world" whom he had bet on early on, Louis had to show the right attitude.

Finally, it was Lucius's little thought, wanting to improve his impression in the mind of the future devil who might be either black or white.

He doesn't care whether Louis is black or white, he only cares whether the Malfoy family can take advantage of the situation to move to the next level.

"According to the time, Louis should be here too." Draco said first, looking at the magic watch on his wrist.

Draco's mother Narcissa chuckled and said teasingly, "I have never seen Draco care so much about anyone his age, but as a mother, I should indeed thank him for his admonition to you."

That being said, she was from the Black family and was still a little harsh towards Muggle-borns: "Well... he should have come by car. I don't think he has any magical animals at home to pull the car."

"Narcissa." Lucius reminded softly, "You are talking about our son's best friend and most respected classmate."

In fact, he thought the same as Narcissa. This is the so-called "pride" engraved in the bones of the old pure-blood families.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should remind Louis to raise some magical animals to show off, but was struggling with how to say it in a way that would sound appropriate and polite without sounding sarcastic, Lucius heard a faint bell in the distance.

"It sounds like someone is ringing the bell?" Draco asked first.

Lucius frowned and said uncertainly, "I heard it too...but I don't remember any clocks around here."

Just when the father and son were struggling, Narcissa suddenly pointed to the horizon in the distance and said, "Look over there, what is that?"

The two looked in the direction of Narcissa's finger. A small glowing dot was getting closer and closer, and its outline became clearer and clearer. The five elemental fat men were extremely conspicuous, especially the fire elemental Carl and the arcane elemental Havis, who were shining with orange and violet light and looked very impressive.

"It's the carriage." Draco said first, and then he said uncertainly: "Could it be Louis?"

"It shouldn't be..." Narcissa was also a little unsure. There was one thing she didn't say, which was that no matter how rich the Muggle royal family was, it was impossible for them to come up with such a magical and mysterious thing, right?
The bell continued to ring, and along with the vibration of the bell, circles of visible ripples were created in the air, gradually spreading in all directions. Wherever the ripples reached, there was peace and tranquility.

Narcissa and Draco bathed in the sound of the bell, and they rarely felt that the hustle and bustle of the world had been washed away in their hearts. Even Lucius, the Dark Mark that had been playing tricks on his arm and was ready to move, began to be quiet.

Before they had time to carefully feel the sound of the bell, the extremely gorgeous carriage was already approaching. The five burly elemental fat men pulling the carriage all brought a visual impact to the Malfoy family.

Then, the closed door opened, and a tall maid in black and white maid clothes walked out. She got out of the car, first took out a brocade cushion from somewhere and put it under the door, then whispered something, and then Louis walked out of the carriage, followed by Catherine in a black dress.

The two of them had just changed into formal clothes in the dressing room on the carriage, and it was Athelia who reminded them.

Draco tensed up excitedly and wanted to say hello, but was secretly stopped by Lucius.

"Good evening, your highness, ma'am." Lucius saluted formally.

Louis did not stop him, and waited until Lucius stood up before saying with a smile, "You're welcome. Draco and I went to school at the same Hogwarts, and we were good friends in the same dormitory. I should call you Uncle Lucius.

"I dare not, I dare not." Lucius greeted Narcissa and Draco with a smile. After the two sides exchanged polite greetings, Lucius asked again: "Your Highness, what should I feed the five people in your carriage... um...?"

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an adjective.

"You mean these five elementals?" Louis looked at the five fat men: "They can get energy from the air. Just find a spacious place for them to rest."

"Okay." Lucius turned around and whispered, "Dobby?"

An elf suddenly jumped out and looked at Lucius timidly and respectfully.

"Take His Highness's carriage and these elementals to a spacious place behind the manor," he ordered.

"Yes." Dobby answered respectfully, tilted his head to glance at Louis, and muttered in a low voice: "His Highness Louis is his friend...ah...his friend."

Lucius thought that the "he" Dobby was referring to was Draco, so he didn't take it seriously.

But now he would never have guessed that Dobby was actually talking about Harry Potter.

Louis glanced at Dobby and said nothing.

He didn't intend to say much. In his previous life, whether he read the original book or watched the movie, he actually liked Dobby very much.

But in this life...putting himself in his shoes, he sadly discovered that he had no reason to like a servant who betrayed his master, no matter how sufficient and legitimate his reasons were.

Maybe that's why the butt has changed.

How did Humphrey come up with that statement? I am talking about a position, not facts.

Of course, it has nothing to do with right or wrong.

"Please." Lucius made a gesture of invitation.

"Please." Louis also politely declined, and finally the two of them walked into the gate of Malfoy Manor side by side.

The strength of the old pure-blood family is indeed not to be underestimated. When passing through the exquisite wrought iron gate of the manor, there is an illusory feeling of passing through smoke. The whole manor is dignified and magnificent. Around the mansion, there are well-maintained gardens and active fountains in the middle. Occasionally, you can see a few pure white peacocks walking in the garden, looking leisurely and comfortable.

Lucius also knew that with Louis's family background, there was really nothing good to show off to him. Maybe other people's manors were much more luxurious than his.

It is true that I have some self-awareness.

Entering the gate of the Malfoy family mansion, Louis was indeed a little shocked by the extremely luxurious decoration inside. It was not because he was shocked by how luxurious the house was, but he felt that he seemed to have underestimated the foundation accumulated by pure-blood families for hundreds and thousands of years.

Portraits and some landscape paintings that were obviously from masters were hung on the walls of the large entrance hall. The stone tiles on the ground were almost completely covered with gorgeous carpets, which showed the wealth of the Malfoy family.

No wonder Voldemort likes to set up his headquarters here. With such a magnificent mansion, it would be strange if Voldemort didn’t set his eyes on it.

But Louis was very keen to notice some messy traces, but he did not point it out, but continued chatting with Lucius.

Since Louis came, Lucius has always maintained a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, neither too warm nor too distant, and has a good sense of distance. Louis also enjoys this feeling. To be honest, he doesn't like being too familiar, so Lucius's grasp of this distance makes him very happy.

It would really disgust him if he used his relationship with Draco to appear too cordial.

Catherine was chatting with Narcissa about family matters, while Draco looked at his father and Louis who were talking with a longing look on his face, wondering when he could be as upper-class as them.

"Your Highness, please forgive my curiosity, but could you tell me about your carriage?" Lucius finally couldn't help himself. He was filled with curiosity about those elemental fat men who had never appeared in the magic world.

As a wizard, he could naturally feel the powerful force contained in the bodies of those elemental fat men.

Louis called Atheliya over and asked her to explain it to Lucius in detail, and lied that it was left by his mother. After hearing this, Lucius said with some emotion: "She is worthy of being Miss Emma..."

Louis remained expressionless on the surface, but he was complaining madly in his heart, how come anyone in the magic world knows my mother better than me?

How come this kind of abnormal thing becomes normal when it happens to her?

"I'm not very proficient in this method of commanding elemental servants." Louis laughed and said, "When I can command the elements like my mother, I will definitely select a few suitable and docile elemental creatures to give to Uncle Lucius."

"Thank you so much, Your Highness. Don't worry, the Malfoy family will never accept your gift in vain." Lucius said tactfully.

At this time, Narcissa discovered the crown on Catherine's head.

"Miss Volley, is that... the Ravenclaw diadem you're wearing on your head?" Narcissa asked uncertainly.

Katherine smiled slightly reservedly and said, "Yes, Aunt Narcissa, this is a birthday present from Louis."

After hearing Catherine's confirmation, Lucius' pupils shrank slightly, but soon he returned to his normal expression.

But Louis saw the change in his expression.

The original book did not mention whether Lucius knew about the Horcruxes, and there were different opinions about the diary, but now Louis was almost certain that even if Lucius did not know about the Horcruxes, he at least knew that the Ravenclaw Diadem was vital to Voldemort.

Draco finally got a word in after holding it in for a long time. He said excitedly, "I was there that day, Dad. The noodles Tom made were really delicious."

"You only know how to eat." Lucius scolded Draco in a low voice, then smiled at Louis and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Your Highness. My son is a little too childish."

"I like Draco like this. The truth of childhood always disappears gradually as we grow older." Louis said with a meaningful pun.

At this time, another house-elf came over to announce that dinner was ready. Lucius stood up and said with a smile, "Let's eat first. We can talk while we eat."

Louis nodded in agreement. He had always thought that the Malfoy family only had one elf, Dobby. It seemed that he was wrong.

But just think about it and you will realize that such a large mansion and estate cannot be taken care of by just a little elf like Dobby.

French cuisine was chosen for the dinner. It seems that traditional British pure-blood wizards cannot tolerate British cuisine.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with English cuisine. Apart from being a little sour, a little stinky and a little salty, there is nothing wrong with it.

Because it was a small private dinner, the Malfoy family's long table was not extended. Under the guidance of the house elf, Louis sat on the right side of Lucius.

This is the rule of British dinner parties. Generally speaking, the first guest of honor should sit on the right hand side of the host, which makes it convenient for the two to talk about something, and the wife of the first guest of honor should sit on the right hand side of the hostess.

Of course, if the guest is invited by the hostess, the first guest of honor should sit next to the hostess.

Therefore, as Louis' girlfriend, Catherine naturally sat next to Narcissa.

Draco sat next to Louis as he wished. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling for a long time. He chatted with Louis in a low voice about the recent situation and asked about Potter's news intentionally or unintentionally.

Louis was a little confused. Could it be that this boy really fell in love with Potter?

No way?
But thinking of Astoria Greengrass and little Scorpius, Louis felt relieved.

This child is definitely not one of them, he just still has some regrets about not being able to make friends with Potter.

I don’t know if Louis is hypnotizing himself.

After the appetizers, the main course began to be served, and the content of the conversation was no longer meaningless politeness, and gradually got to the point as the main course was served.

Louis even specifically asked Christrasza to fetch some moonberry juice from the carriage. She said that the magic of this carriage was that it could provide an unlimited supply of moonberry juice from Azeroth, provided that it was purchased with gold coins.

After listening to Catherine talk about the effects of moonberry juice, Narcissa showed a clear interest.

It's all fake, there's not a trace of sincerity in it.

But after tasting the moonberry juice, her attitude changed immediately and she began to pay more attention to it.

How does the saying come about? Don’t look at the advertisement, look at the effect.

Moonberry juice, whether in its taste or its quick effect, proves its value. As the magical fruit of Azeroth, it is the best health product for mortals.

Perhaps only the bronze dragon dares to say that it has an unlimited supply. After all, it can steal from different time points... I mean take.

The two ladies were chatting animatedly, so the gentlemen naturally weren't bored either.

Louis put down his knife and fork, picked up his napkin and wiped his lips, looked at Lucius and asked softly: "When I came in today, I saw a bit of mess outside. Have you encountered any trouble recently?"

Lucius smiled awkwardly. "Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been investigating items related to the Dark Arts. As you know, I was once cast under the Imperius Curse by the You-Know-Who and was forced to become a Death Eater. So Malfoy Manor naturally became the target of a surprise search by the Ministry of Magic."

(End of this chapter)