I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 The deer wants to bully Catherine
Xun Ge'er said it well, the Seres people always compromise.

But what he said was actually a bit biased. In fact, not only the Seres, but everyone in the world likes to compromise.

Perhaps, the essence of human beings is compromise, a repeater and a pigeon.

Of course, the great law of true fragrance is also indispensable.

Just like at the negotiation table, if you first put forward your psychological bottom line, it is impossible for it to be accepted. However, if you ask for an exorbitant amount of money at the beginning and propose a condition that the other party cannot accept, and then slowly lower the requirements, the other party will have a clear sense of gap, and perhaps you will get more than you expected.

The same principle applies when you buy something. For example, if an item costs 200 yuan and you want to get it for 120 yuan, you can bargain it down to 50 yuan right away, and then slowly bargain with him.

Take today's example. If Louis had proposed his request right away, Catherine would not agree to it. But he first proposed a request that Catherine would never accept, and then used Vitaly as a competitor to attack her indirectly. Catherine, who was distracted, would definitely be taken advantage of by the cunning Louis.

This is the routine, Louis’s thousand-layer routine.

It's really a sham. Good children should never learn this.

In addition, Louis does not think this is PUA. For example, if your bear is small, Louis says your bear is too small, this is a statement; Louis says your bear is small and you should have surgery to enlarge it, this is a suggestion; Louis says your bear is too small and others don’t like it, but he likes it, this is PUA.

But if Louis said he just liked Little Bear, that would be a complete scam.

So Lewis advises everyone not to just learn a word and then use it for nothing, as that would be like learning a useless word.

Catherine was obviously anxious, and she blurted out: "No! You are not allowed to go to Vitaly!"

"You don't help me, and you don't let me go find Vitaly, which makes me very embarrassed..." Louis, the little scumbag, spread his hands, looking helpless.

"You...!" Catherine was so anxious that she couldn't speak for a long time. She was struggling with her conscience. After a long while, she bit her lip and said, "Just this once! Don't push your luck!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Louis agreed happily, but he muttered to himself in his heart, it's not up to you to decide what to do in the future...

……

Catherine's training went on as planned. As for Louis's little condition, that would have to wait until he returned home for Christmas.

After all, Louis also considered that this kind of thing would have a bad impact in school.

For things like this, let's talk about it when we get home...

If we were caught by Professor McGonagall, it wouldn't be a matter that could be brushed aside with a simple "extremely bad influence".

After sending Catherine away, Louis took out his diary and continued to train... no, to tease Tom Riddle.

That is Voldemort.

As for why he used the full name, it was because he didn't want to confuse Tom with Tom.

Yes, cats and humans.

"It's a nice day today, sunny and windy," Louis wrote in his diary.

"Can you please not write everything in your diary?" the diary replied.

Louis drew a pig's head in his diary and wrote: "Because I think you look like a pig's head. By the way, you don't believe that, do you?"

"I only believe in myself." The diary replied.

"That's what you did wrong." Louis drew a few circles and then a Union Jack: "When the people have faith, the country will have strength, and our nation will have hope."

Louis's inspirational words had no effect. The diary was obviously disdainful, and even the handwriting became messy: "But what does this have to do with me being a diary?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot you're just a diary." Louis smacked his lips. "I heard that the Squib Filch in school seems to be short of toilet paper recently. How about you put up with it?"

The diary was silent for a moment, and the handwriting was very neat, imitating Louis's Hengshui style: "Sorry."

He added: "Sir, tell me about the people's faith."

Louis took his mentor's book and began to instill spiritual chicken soup in young Tom.

He had obviously taken it to heart, otherwise he wouldn't have been discussing class issues with Louis while he was copying the article.

"Have you heard of Voldemort?" Louis suddenly asked.

"I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it." The diary replied.

"If you were Voldemort, what would you do?" Louis wrote in his diary.

"If I am Voldemort?" The diary muttered in its heart, can I remove the "if"? I am Voldemort, and Voldemort is me...

But he didn't dare say so. The young man in front of him, whose name he didn't know, was obviously a stubborn person. His usual powerful persuasion had no effect on him at all. He was really afraid that he would say something wrong and upset the boy, so he would give him to Filch as toilet paper.

"To be honest, I don't know either." The diary was suddenly confused, because after thinking about it carefully, he actually didn't know what his ultimate goal was.

"I personally believe that the most precious thing in life is life, and everyone has only one life. A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre. In this way, when he is dying, he will be able to say: 'I have dedicated my life and all my experiences to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for equality among wizards'!" Louis wrote quickly.

"If I were Voldemort, I would fight all my life to overthrow the outdated concept of pure blood and the corrupt rule of the Ministry of Magic." Louis's inspirational words come easily to me: "Think about it, Dumbledore once told me that Voldemort is a half-blood wizard... so his natural position should be against the pure blood concept, but why did he start pursuing the so-called pure blood concept when the dark wave was set off? I can only say that he betrayed his origins."

"He is a 'spiritual pureblood', forgive me for saying so, tsk..."

Yes, just like those spiritual landlords and spiritual capitalists in his previous life.

The diary wanted to refute, but he found that he had nothing to say.

Unlike Voldemort in the future, Tom Riddle is now just a sixteen-year-old young man without any deep schemes or meticulous thinking. It should be said that sixteen is the age when one's worldview is most easily reshaped.

If you don't believe it, you can look back at your past and see if it is true. The first reshaping of many people's worldviews basically comes from high school. "Of course I don't understand it either. Forgive me for saying this, Tom. Pursuing strength is certainly a good thing, but... have you ever thought about it, if a heart grows crooked, then... the stronger his strength, the greater the harm to this society."

"Voldemort is a typical example. He doesn't know what... No, he doesn't know what love is. In the limited records, I have never heard that he has ever cared about anything. He foolishly pursues power that he cannot truly control..."

When he had written to this point, he suddenly realized that the diary would not let him write anymore. When the tip of his pen touched the paper of the diary, it could only cause some wetness.

"Let me tell you... let me tell you what happened..." The diary was written in a sloppy handwriting: "Let me take you to see with your own eyes how the wizard you respect destroys a person!"

The diary flipped rapidly as if blown by the wind. At the same time, the entire diary began to emit light in an unscientific way. Louis reached out to touch the rapidly flipping diary and was immediately sucked in.

……

It was a world with dull colors. Louis stood inside a house, staring at its stairs in a trance.

Just as he was wondering where it was, he heard a conversation behind him.

"I must admit that I am somewhat puzzled by your letter, Mr. Dumbledore," said a lady. "In all these years no relatives have come to visit Tom."

Louis quickly went over to look down the stairs and saw Dumbledore, still a middle-aged man with a flowing middle-parted hair, chatting with a lady in her forties.

"Dumbledore?" he called out, but Dumbledore obviously couldn't hear what he was saying and was still chatting with the lady... Mrs. Cole, the director of the orphanage.

Louis suddenly remembered the scene in the movie where Harry went back fifty years ago. This should be the memory preserved in the diary.

"There have been accidents with other children, terrible accidents." Mrs. Cole seemed to recall some bad memory. She shuddered, walked to a door and knocked: "Tom, someone is here to see you."

Dumbledore pushed open the door, walked in, and greeted him in a familiar manner, "How have you been lately, Tom?"

Louis hurried in, and as expected, the moment he entered, Mrs. Cole slowly closed the door.

Little Tom was obviously a problem teenager. He stood at the window and stared out until Mrs. Cole left. Then he turned around, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out his hand to shake it.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair next to Tom. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Louis always felt that Dumbledore’s next sentence was to ask Tom to stick out his tongue to see the coating on his tongue…

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore introduced himself kindly.

"Professor?" Tom repeated, with a look of alarm. "Is that like 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did that woman ask you to come and examine me?"

He pointed to the door, with a wary look on his face.

"No, it's not." Dumbledore maintained his usual Riddler attitude and smiled gently.

You can tell at first glance that he isn't a good person, just a weird old man.

"I don't believe you," said Tom defensively. "She wants you to come and see me, doesn't she? Tell the truth!"

The last three words were spoken particularly loudly and with a frightening momentum. Louis could tell from the tone that it was an order, and it seemed that he had given such orders many times before.

The first impression this child gave him was that he was a bit like the class bully in his previous life, the kind of lonely and withdrawn type of class bully.

Tom suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Dumbledore fiercely, with a somewhat labored expression on his face. Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly. After a few seconds, Tom's eyes relaxed, but he seemed to be more alert.

"who are you?"

"I have already told you, I am Professor Dumbledore, I work in a school called Hogwarts, I am here to invite you to study in my school - which will also be your new school, if you like."

Hearing this, Louis saw Tom almost jumped up from the bed, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely angry. He waved his arms and shouted: "You can't fool me! You are from the mental hospital, right! Professor? Humph, that's right - I tell you, I won't go, understand? That damn old woman should go to the mental hospital. I didn't do anything to little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop. You can ask them yourself! They will tell you!"

At this point, he added: "Don't even think about sending me to that insane asylum called Hogwarts!"

"I'm not from a lunatic asylum." Dumbledore said patiently, "You can do something, right, Tom? I know you can do something that other children can't do."

Tom's eyes widened. He had never shared these secrets with anyone before. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can make things move without touching them... I can make animals listen to me without teaching them. If anyone treats me badly, I can make them suffer immediately... I can hurt them as long as I want."

Louis noticed his expressionless face as he said this.

"Who are you anyway?" Tom asked.

"I am just like you, Tom." Dumbledore looked at him meaningfully. "But different."

"Prove it to me."

Dumbledore didn't do anything before he saw the shabby wardrobe that was originally placed in the corner suddenly catch fire.

Tom's eyes went wide, and he cried angrily, "How could you do that—it's all mine—oh no!"

Louis understood his current behavior very well. If it were him, he might have wanted to chop off Dumbledore's heart.

The wardrobe in flames was shaking and trembling. Dumbledore said leisurely, "It seems that something in your wardrobe is trying to get out, Tom."

Sure enough, the wardrobe made a clattering sound as Dumbledore spoke, and Tom showed a panic-stricken expression for the first time.

"Open the door," said Dumbledore. Tom hesitated, then walked over and flung open the wardrobe door.

There were a few worn-out clothes hanging on the clothes rail, and on the top shelf there was a small box that kept shaking, as if there were a few contented mice inside.

"Bring him out." Dumbledore's voice was grim.

"Professor, but..." Tom asked in horror, "but this wardrobe is on fire..."

"I say, bring it out." Dumbledore's tone left no room for doubt.

(End of this chapter)