I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Cassandra: My father gave her an offer she couldn't refuse
Riddle spread his hands, indicating that you are right, everything you said is right.

How does that saying come from? When a person is under the low eaves of someone else's house, he has to lower his head.

But after careful consideration, Riddle also felt that what Louis said made sense.

He has already developed a sense of self, so how could he willingly be swallowed up by the subject?

Self-consciousness and generated consciousness are two concepts that seem very similar, but the fundamental difference between the former and the latter lies in the difference in the concept of "I".

Now the diary clearly believes that it should be the main body of Voldemort. Naturally, Voldemort's real main body becomes his enemy.

"In a few days, there will be some small things that need your help." Louis bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly: "Perform well, Comrade Cube. If you perform well enough, within a year, I will let this 'powerful lady' condense a physical entity for you - a more powerful entity, much more powerful than humans, and with sufficient vitality."

Yes, Louis was referring to the Dragon Man.

The compulsory course for every adult dragon is to create a dragon man.

Riddle's mind was immediately caught - he had always dreamed of possessing an entity with a long lifespan.

"How are you going to prove that you won't lie to me!" Not only his expression, but even Riddle's voice was filled with urgency.

"Whether you believe it or not is your own problem." Louis didn't bother to prove anything. From the perspective of strength, there was no need for him to prove anything to a small fry like Riddle. "You should be able to feel how powerful this lady is. If you don't cooperate, then I can only express my regret."

After much thought, Riddle could only choose to hold his nose and believe Louis.

There was no way. The current situation was completely beyond his control.

He was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Louis tapped his notebook, signaling him to hide for a moment.

Riddle twisted his body and disappeared into the diary.

Seeing Riddle hiding himself, Louis cleared his throat and said, "Come in."

The door opened and it was Draco.

He was holding a newspaper in his hand, looking very anxious.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked.

Draco didn't say anything. He simply greeted the three ladies and then handed the newspaper in his hand to Louis with a grim look.

It's the Daily Prophet.

The content was not very friendly. Louis took a quick look and it was basically Rita Skeeter insulting Dumbledore as an old fool, Louis as a person with connections, and the whole Hogwarts was full of lunatics, allowing such a second-year student to compete in a teaching competition with the world-famous adventurer and writer Gilderoy Lockhart.

Anyway, what he said was sarcastic and unpleasant to the ear.

Louis's face darkened.

"What should I do? Louise, this woman... is really abominable." Draco cursed angrily, "I really wish I could turn her into a fly so that she can get what she wants and buzz in other people's ears all day long."

"It's okay, I'll go talk to her." Louis said with a chuckle, glancing at the diary on the table beside him without leaving any trace.

"Looking for her?" Draco was stunned. "You are not mistaken, Louis. This Rita Skeeter is notoriously difficult to deal with. She has always claimed that she will not be threatened by any evil forces and must insist on speaking out for love and justice in the wizarding world..."

Draco was very anxious, fearing that Louis would be rejected if he went over.

"It's okay, Draco." Louis patted his shoulder with a chuckle, looking at the bookcase beside him: "I'll give her a reason she can't refuse."

"An irresistible reason? Uh..." Draco was stunned.

After sending Draco away, Louis began to wonder where to put the diary.

After thinking for a long time, he decided that it was indeed safe enough to give it to Christasza, but Riddle was a male after all, and it was not appropriate for him to enter the girls' dormitory.

I was worried about giving it to Draco... Yeah, what was there to worry about? Anyway, Riddle's diary couldn't cause any more trouble now, so I just gave it to Draco.

So Louis asked Tom to give the diary to Draco...

It can be considered as returning the item to its original owner. After all, it was placed in Flourish and Blotts by his father Lucius.

Lying alone in bed with nothing to do, Louis began to click on the task panel to check the task progress.

After submitting the task, the fire skill tree appeared before his eyes.

Fireball, Pyroblast, Dragon's Breath, and Living Bomb, these four skills form a line of connection, and the ultimate skill in this line is Meteorite.

On the left are Fire Resist Ring, Flame Body, and Flame Barrier. The ultimate skill after these three skills is Fire Shield.

Unlike the electric magic, there are four separate skills under the skill tree of fire magic.

He is proficient in evil fire, karma fire, sin fire and insane fire.

Dianhuo is okay... Louis' mouth twitched slightly.

I just don’t know if Melina will cry and beg me after I fix her crazy fire.

Don't go crazy here!

But the fire skills at least look pretty good. Louis is a little hesitant now, whether to learn the electricity skills first or the fire skills first.

Thinking about this, he added the few skill points given by the skill to Chain Lightning...

It is worth mentioning that his lightning technique has already reached level ten.

After lying down for a while, Louis asked Tom to prepare paper and pen. He pondered at the desk and wrote a letter that he thought was impeccably worded, and asked Emerys to take it to Rita Skeeter.

A check for one thousand Galleons was also enclosed with the letter as a small gift.

The next morning, news spread throughout Hogwarts that Louis was jogging around Hogwarts Castle with a square.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart looked out the window at the advancing square formation and complained with disdain: "What nonsense! What can be trained like this? I think he wants to train the students to be escape masters!" Tifa was watching Louis downstairs and ignored her brother's words. Instead, she looked at the square formation downstairs with a serious expression.

She did not look down on Louis because he was too young. On the contrary, she was extremely careful about the abnormal Louis.

There is no way Dumbledore is an old fool. If that is the case, then this Louis is not a simple person either.

She planned to find an opportunity to find out about Louis's true strength and see what this little guy was capable of.

Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.

At lunchtime, an owl delivered a reply. Yes, Rita Skeeter had flatly rejected Louis's request and returned the check for one thousand galleons.

According to her, the Daily Prophet will not be subject to pressure from any direction, nor will it succumb to any force.

In short, she looked so righteous that if Louis didn't know what kind of person she was, he might be fooled.

In order to prevent this woman from talking nonsense again, Louis planned to go to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet in person to take a look - of course not by himself, but with Mr. Riddle.

There was no one in the British wizarding world who didn't know who Mr. Riddle was, not to mention wizards of Rita Skeeter's age, who even knew exactly what Mr. Riddle looked like.

What is more gratifying is that the Riddle in this diary can also transform into the appearance of adult Voldemort.

After consulting with Headmaster Dumbledore, Louis took his diary and went to the Daily Prophet to have a cordial and friendly exchange with Rita Skeeter.

We have to talk frankly after all, Louis thought leisurely. It seems that his previous sincerity of one thousand Galleons was a little insufficient.

In that case, I'd better let Ms. Skeeter feel my sincerity.

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Twenty-five years later, Hogwarts.

"Hey, Cassandra!" A girl in the distance excitedly greeted a blonde girl who was sitting on a bench reading a newspaper.

The blonde girl was very beautiful. It should be said that she inherited all the good qualities from her parents. She looked as noble, elegant and reserved as a swan, but the words from her mouth were as unpleasant as a crow.

"Red Squirrel No. 2..." Cassandra narrowed her eyes, "It seems that you have eaten well at home this summer vacation. I don't think it was Aunt Hermione who cooked for you, right?"

"My name is Rose! Rose Weasley! Not Red Squirrel Number Two!" Rose corrected patiently, but there was no anger in her tone.

"Okay, Red Squirrel No. 2." Cassandra said without looking up and continued to browse the Daily Prophet in her hand.

Rose didn't show any displeasure, but instead leaned forward and asked, "Wow... You're so focused, what are you looking at?"

"The Daily Prophet," Cassandra answered without emotion, and then she sarcastically said, "If Aunt Hermione really paid attention to your cultural education, you would recognize these words."

"Hehe..." Rose showed a silly smile, just like her father Ron when he was a child. She knew that she should only listen to half of Cassandra's words.

This was a habit she developed since childhood. She had already formed a language filtering system for Cassandra's sharp tongue.

"Ah... The Daily Prophet..." Rose seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, Cassandra, can you tell me the story of Uncle Louis? I heard that Rita Skeeter and Uncle Louis had a little conflict in the past? But it seems that since 1992, the Daily Prophet has never published any negative news about Uncle Louis. What's going on?
She hugged Cassandra's arms, and looked at Cassandra with her big watery eyes blinking. Her adorable look was exactly the same as her old father who always acted like a spoiled child in front of her mother all day long. Cassandra couldn't bear to look at her face.

It was all her fault. She had accidentally let slip in front of the group of friends she had grown up with, and mentioned the strange stories of her father, Louis, who had long been the Lord of the World Magic Network. As a result, this little girl had taken notice of it, and would pester her to listen to stories whenever she had the chance.

Cassandra had a headache. She put down the newspaper in her hand, stared at Rose with her green eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I will tell you reluctantly."

"The first time, my father sent Emeriss to deliver a letter with a check for one thousand Galleons, but Rita Skeeter refused it."

"The second time, my father went to meet her in person. It took less than an hour, and she seemed like a different person. She didn't object at all and said obediently that she would never write any negative reports about my father again. She didn't ask for a single Galleon and also obediently signed the contract, agreeing that the Daily Prophet would be completely managed by the Mountbatten family in the future."

"Eh?" Rose showed an interested look: "How did Uncle Louis do it? I heard from my mother that she is a very difficult woman to deal with."

"My father gave her an offer she couldn't refuse." Cassandra took out the newspaper and prepared to continue reading the short story.

"What's the reason? Just tell me." Rose hugged Cassandra's arm and rubbed it.

Cassandra finally couldn't get over Rose and said helplessly, "My father took Mr. Riddle to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet. Mr. Riddle pointed his wand at her head and gave her two choices."

"Either you choose to stop smearing my father, and the Daily Prophet will be managed by the Mountbatten family from now on."

Here she paused.

"What about the other one?" Rose sounded excited.

"Another option is that she can continue to discredit my father, and Voldemort will use the Avada Kedavra Curse on her. After all, Riddle was still a wanted criminal at the time, and even if he killed her, no one would be able to stop him."

"Cool..." Rose's big eyes were full of longing. She clasped her hands in front of her chest like a crazy fan, her eyes full of stars. "So cool! It would be great if I could marry a man like Uncle Louis in the future."

"Nympho." Cassandra snorted.

"I heard Uncle Louis and Aunt Catherine went traveling again...they have such a good relationship..." Rose held her hands to her chest and talked about something else.

The newspaper in Cassandra's hand made a crackling sound, and Rose noticed that she seemed to be holding the newspaper with great strength, and even the knuckles were slightly white.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" asked the natural Rose in a cute way.

"Don't mention that woman to me!" Cassandra's voice was cold.

"Who is it?" Rose obviously didn't understand what was going on.

"That woman who took away my father's possession is unforgivable..." Cassandra said this while gritting her teeth, with lightning flashing in her eyes, as if she really wanted to fight with her mother.

Perhaps the women in the Waller family were born to be incompatible with their mothers, as was Catherine and her daughter.

"Shame on you. You're so old but you still can't leave your dad." Rose made a face and said to Catherine, "Shame on you."

Cassandra didn't say anything. She just stared into the distance in a daze, and no one knew what she was thinking.

(End of this chapter)