I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Bad Woman

Vitaly seemed to understand something. She stood up and tapped Louis' back with her fists: "I seem to understand a little bit. It's just to give her a motivation, right..."

"So, you are still a little young in some ways, Vitaly." Louis sighed with satisfaction and continued, "Machiavelli said long ago that gratitude is nothing more than a warm anticipation of the benefits to come."

"Some benefits, after giving others, the gratitude is only temporary, no one knows when it will end, maybe a day, maybe a month, or maybe an hour, no one can tell." Louis smiled easily: "But if you put this benefit in front of her, she will keep working hard for this goal."

"Let's use the analogy of a donkey. If the donkey eats the carrot, it will probably refuse to continue grinding the millstone because it is satisfied."

"But if you dangle the carrot in front of it, it will keep trying to eat the carrot. This is true for donkeys and humans." Louis concluded, "Of course, good children should not learn this..."

"Huh, you won't use this method against me, will you?" Vitaly pinched him lightly.

"It's hard to say." Louis touched her soft and smooth thighs and said with a smile: "It depends on your performance."

Vitaly leaned down again, her perfect body fitting on Louis' back. Amid his slightly rapid breathing, she put her plump lips close to his ear and whispered in a tender voice: "I belong to the master, from heart to soul."

Chao, I'm not Shadow Fiend, what are you talking about?
The shortness of breath was not because of Louis's reaction, but because of Vitali's pressure...

Think about it, Louis, who is still young, is not a strong man. His body is still a little thin. When he was pressed down by Vitaly, he almost couldn't breathe.

“Even if you say that, I won’t reward you.” Lewis patted her thigh: “Get up, Master, I’m almost crushed to death by you.”

"Hate it, I'm not that heavy..." Vitaly's voice was a little sad: "If the master dislikes my fatness, I can lose weight..."

"No, no! This is good! This is the best." Louis hurriedly stopped her. Just kidding, this kind of figure that is both useful and good-looking is really too likable. How could Louis be willing to let her lose weight and ruin this beautiful scenery?
Unlike some figures, which look dry but are actually good-looking but useless...

Of course, I don't mean to allude to Catherine. Catherine is not the kind of person who is white, thin and young. Louis has a complete understanding of this.

Vitaly got up reluctantly, looked at Louis who was still lying on his stomach, and asked curiously, "Why don't you get up?"

Louis crossed his mind seven times. It wasn't that he didn't want to get up, he was just afraid that if he turned over, his stubbornness would be exposed.

Vitaly looked at Louis's embarrassed expression, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Unlike Catherine, Vitaly had learned these things from her mother - the French are good at this.

She smiled gracefully and softly, and extended an invitation to Louis: “If the master is uncomfortable, Vitaly can do it.”

"No." Louis shook his head and refused. It was true that the body would not lie, and it was also true that he did not have such an idea.

He is also a person with a strong sense of ritual. Even if Catherine doesn't mind having Vitaly and Christasza around her, he still has to respect Catherine's opinion. At the very least, he has to save the first time for Catherine, right?
Of course, it's also possible that he's just deceiving himself.

"Then let's go to bed." Vitaly showed Louis a charming smile, turned over and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt: "I'm going to sleep first, good night, Master."

Louis suddenly wanted to shout, "Hey, you witch, take this stick from me."

But he endured it anyway.

Silent all night.

The next day, they returned to school early.

Catherine was only slightly surprised for a moment, but she didn't think much of it. She still had full trust in Louis.

In fact, Louis did not let her down.

While eating, Louis' place became a battlefield again.

On his left sat Catherine, and on his right sat Vitaly, sandwiching him between them, their plates filled with food.

Catherine saw Vitaly forking a piece of food to Louis, so she also forked a piece over. Louis could only stuff it into his mouth with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't even do it for Tom and Jerry.

Tom looked at his poor master, wiped away his tears with heartache, picked up the milk basin with tears in his eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

You have to drink water. How can you cry for your master if you don’t?
Tom's ideas are still very simple.

In fact, Vitaly was not trying to compete with Catherine. She simply felt that Louis was a little thin. He was a little breathless after being pressed down yesterday. He really didn't look manly.

But she forgot that Louis was only twelve years old this year, even if he was only thirteen years old, how could he become manly so quickly?

The atmosphere around Louis scared the students. Hermione, who wanted to come over to talk to Louis about the house-elves, shuddered and didn't dare to approach him. Since it was the weekend and there were no classes, Louis went back to the dormitory after dinner - this was his privilege, he didn't have to go to self-study.

Of course, it was not just his privilege, it was also the privilege of the top student in every grade, but everyone was very eager to win, who would want to lose the title of top student? That was not only an honor, but also a real monetary reward.

How many little wizards would complain about having too much money? I'm afraid there aren't any.

As Catherine was the top student in the fourth grade, and Vitaly was his secretary, they naturally had the right to skip self-study.

Louis was sitting on the sofa, teasing Jerry with his fingers. When Jerry wasn't paying attention, he suddenly pulled his hand away, causing Jerry to fall flat on his face. The grapes that Louis had just been holding in his hand also hit his head.

Jerry stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, put his hands on his hips, and looked at Louis with one eye closed, his face full of displeasure.

Tom, who was standing by, pointed at Jerry with one hand and slapped his thigh with the other hand, laughing wildly. As a result, Jerry picked up the grape and threw it into Tom's mouth with such force that the grape even bounced out from behind Tom's head and bounced back into his mouth, causing him to do a backflip.

This time it was Jerry's turn to slap his thigh and laugh.

"Okay Louis, stop bullying them." Catherine came in with the Daily Prophet of the day and handed it to Louis: "Skeeter has started writing articles criticizing the Ministry of Magic and speaking up for the Squibs."

"Oh, that's good." Louis stopped teasing the two funny guys and took the Daily Prophet handed to him by Catherine.

Tom looked left and right, and while Louis wasn't paying attention, he stretched out his long body and crouched on the ground and moved silently. When no one was paying attention, he stood up, grabbed Jerry, turned around and ran away. His speed was so fast that Bolt couldn't catch up with him.

As a reporter who is good at making big news, Rita Skeeter acted very quickly. She interviewed several typical Squibs almost overnight. All of them had names and criticized the Ministry of Magic fiercely, without any intention of "not revealing their names" at all.

This saves a lot of trouble, but Rita in the photo seems a little unhappy, probably because she has no creative space.

Especially that Joseph Mills, almost every sentence he wrote was sad and full of tears.

"I'm Joseph Mills, a Squib. Since I was born, I have been carrying the hopes of my family. My parents are both wizards, and they have always hoped that I could go to Hogwarts to study. I have also always been dreaming about how great it would be if I could go to Hogwarts to study.

But when I was eleven years old, everything changed drastically. My family did not receive the admission letter from Hogwarts, and my family thought that something went wrong with Hogwarts, and even asked about it. But unfortunately, Hogwarts did not make a mistake, the mistake was with me. I... was a Squib.

From then on, I felt like the sky had fallen. Fortunately, my parents did not give up on me. Even the cold stares from relatives and the ridicule from friends did not change their love for me. However... the damn Death Eaters and the damn Voldemort took away my last relative. In order to protect me, my parents hid me in the basement, but they were killed by Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf sent by Voldemort. The reason was ridiculous, because they gave birth to a Squib. They were the shame of the wizarding world...

Having lost my last family member, I could only wander around. During the most difficult days, I went through all kinds of hardships. I was homeless and became a street child. I lived in bridge holes, slept in garbage dumps, and fought with stray dogs over a piece of rotten bread. No one really treated me as a human being. Everyone despised me. Muggles despised me for being a dirty homeless person, and wizards despised me for being a Squib, a disgrace to wizards...

But just when I thought my life was about to end in obscurity, a ray of light shone into my dark world. It was His Royal Highness Louis Mountbatten. Oh my God, when Mr. Malfoy - forgive me for calling him that, he was not a knight at the time - found me, I even thought that Mr. Malfoy, who was once a 'Death Eater', had begun to 'eliminate harm' for the wizarding world.

Just when I thought I was going to die, Mr. Malfoy informed me that His Royal Highness Mountbatten was recruiting... Oh my God, it was then that I realized that Mr. Malfoy was slandered. He was not a Death Eater at all, but a man of noble character - yes, how could there be someone with dark thoughts around His Royal Highness Mountbatten?

At that time, my thoughts were simple and my requirements were low. I thought, haha, finally someone is willing to take me in, even if they don’t pay me anything, just let me have a full meal a day and a decent place to live. But I found out that I was really wrong… Not only do I have three hearty and delicious meals a day, but I also have a spacious dormitory. Except for the days at home, I have never experienced such a comfortable bed and such a clean room…

You may not know what it felt like when I was training in His Highness's workshop. To be honest, after more than 20 years of living worse than a dog, it was the first time that I felt like a human being... It was His Highness Mountbatten who gave us a chance to be human. What I could not imagine the most was that His Highness, who was so noble and so noble, actually held my hand without any disgust and treated me as a human being. From then on, I, Joseph Mirdad, swore that I would never betray His Highness in this life!

But such an opportunity to live an upright life is also being taken away. I really don't understand why the Ministry of Magic wants to take away our last hope, just because of a shitty confidentiality law? I don't know whose interests Your Highness has touched, and I don't think the factory will violate the International Statute of Secrecy, but this incident tells me that there must be a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Your Highness.

His Highness is a kind and honest man, but we, the dumb ones who have received His Highness's favor, will never sit idly by and watch this happen! Even if we risk our lives, we will seek justice for His Highness!"

"Alas." Louis put down the newspaper and said with some emotion: "Fudge is in big trouble this time."

Catherine glanced at the newspaper, chuckled and said, "You are the only honest person... You little bastard are the most dishonest, humph."

"I'm not honest with you." Louis rolled his eyes, pulled Catherine to the sofa, and put his head on her lap.

Catherine naturally put her hand on Louis' head, gently stroked his hair, and asked softly, "How are you going to deal with Fudge?"

"It's nothing more than throwing stones, digging for the foundation, and adding sand." Louis said lightly: "Now that the stone has been thrown out, it's time to dig for the foundation."

Catherine was very smart, and she only paused for a moment to understand what Louis meant. Vitaly also thought for a long time before she understood. Only Christasza was like a silly girl, with her mouth full of nuts and cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and she didn't care what Louis said at all.

My scalp has been itchy lately... Is it time to grow a brain? She muttered to herself as she ate.

"So what kind of people are you planning to poach?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"Of course it's Uncle Arthur." Louis smiled happily, "There are a few other candidates. I'll discuss them with Dumbledore later."

"Of course, some people can only be used as pawns... like Rufus Scrimgeour, we can use him in this matter." Louis tapped the table with his fingers: "As far as I know, Scrimgeour has always been at odds with Fudge. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think... maybe this person can be used."

(End of this chapter)