I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 145: Senior Sister Under Candlelight
After the three students left the office, Tifa's face immediately darkened. She looked at Lockhart unkindly and scolded him coldly: "Gilderoy, it's okay to be vain, but don't be too presumptuous..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Lockhart wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Tifa's anger made him a little nervous and sweated like a pig.

"What's going on?" Her voice was cold.

Lockhart told Tifa the whole story. After listening, Tifa tapped the table with her fingers and said in a cold voice, "Nowadays, students in Hogwarts are so unbridled that some even dare to fight in class..." At this point, she narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully recalled the details.

"Something's not right. Why is Percy different from usual? I remember him being a very calm person..." Tifa didn't seem to be in a good mood, and the rhythm of her fingers tapping on the table became more and more rapid.

"Maybe he took the wrong medicine today." Lockhart said with a laugh.

"No, I don't feel very good." Tifa raised her eyebrows and looked at Lockhart who was still grinning foolishly. Her mood suddenly became worse.

Having a brother like this is really...

Tifa held her forehead and really didn't want to talk more.

She was the one in charge of the teaching work on weekdays, even teaching the students magic. Lockhart, with the title of professor, only thought about replying to fans' letters and promoting his glorious deeds every day, and did not want to get involved in teaching issues at all.

Tired, destroy it.

She really wanted to cast an Imperius Curse on Lockhart so that he could focus on his teaching career.

If Beauxbatons had a house, it would have to be Azkaban.

……

The three kids staggered back to Louis' office and found that everyone was still sitting there waiting, with small notes stuck on their faces. When they looked more closely, they found that the four of them were playing poker...

"Three fours." Penelope threw down three cards.

"No." Percy and Jack said in unison.

"Three sixes, order." Seeing that no one spoke, Penelope thought she had a sure win. With three sixes and one three in her hand, she decisively chose to play the three sixes first.

Greedy enough...

Louis saw her report the order, smiled confidently, threw out two cards, and slowly uttered two words.

"Two kings!"

"I don't want to play anymore!" Penelope threw the three cards into the pile. She was doomed to lose anyway, so there was no need to play any further. She raised her head and noticed the three little ones coming in. She screamed and turned around, trying to tear the note off her face with her hands.

"You're back so soon?" There were only two pieces of paper on Louis' face, so he tore them quickly. He looked at the three little ones with some anticipation in his eyes.

Hermione nodded and replied, "Well, I haven't heard anything from Professor Lockhart that can prove that there is something wrong with him...but there is one thing that is very strange."

"Tell me about it." Louis was not surprised. He sent the three little ones there just for the sake of trying.

Hermione did not respond to Louis, but looked at the three senior students: "I noticed something strange about Professor Lockhart. I always feel that Professor Lockhart's attitude towards his sister is not right. That kind of servile attitude is really not what a brother should have towards his sister."

"Oh, you're talking about this." Percy said without thinking, "You haven't taken their classes, so you may not know much. Assistant Professor Tifa has always been quite strong, and her ability is really strong. Her teaching methods are also very clever. And you also know that Professor Lockhart is usually quite vain. Assistant Professor Tifa actually dislikes him for being like that."

"So she always scolds Professor Lockhart, right?" Louis asked suddenly.

"Yeah, that's right," Percy replied.

"That's not right... I've never seen such a strange brother and sister relationship. My intuition tells me that something is not right... It feels very awkward, but I can't put my finger on it." Hermione frowned, really unable to understand.

Louis thought to himself that you may not have watched enough Japanese comics. There are so many sisters with such strong personalities... and there are also many who are strictly controlled by their younger sisters, okay?

"Maybe it's because of my strong personality." Louis shrugged and didn't think there was anything wrong.

But Hermione was still frowning and kept worrying about this issue. However, seeing that Louis didn't seem to care much, she suppressed her doubts and planned to find some more information herself when she had the chance.

"Well, you guys must be tired after a busy night." Seeing that Harry and Ron were a little depressed, Louis said to them, "If you are hungry, eat something here before going back."

When Ron heard about having dinner, his eyes lit up and his originally listless spirit disappeared.

The end result was that he and Harry wolfed down the food in no time, and returned to the Gryffindor common room with bulging bellies, robes draped across their shoulders, and crab steps.

After everyone left, Louis returned to the bedroom.

Under the candlelight, the senior schoolmate was lying on the pillow reading a book, her slender waist slightly arched downward, her plump peaches and exquisite back forming a curve.

The senior sister's two jade-white little feet were swinging leisurely, and when she heard Louis open the door and come in, her crystal toes even scratched at him, as if inviting him.

"What are you looking at?" Louis walked over, and his claws naturally rested on the senior sister's straight and slender calves.

Louis was immediately aroused by the warm and delicate touch, and he subconsciously made a move to shift gears.

"What are you doing?" Catherine was stunned by Louis's movements.

"Oh, subconsciously..." Louis explained with a wry smile: "I thought I was driving, so I subconsciously shifted gears."

The result was a roll of the eyes from the senior, plus a kick. "So what are you looking at?" Louis smiled and came forward to see what the senior was looking at.

"Hey, take your hand away, it's so itchy..." Catherine pulled her right foot out of Louis's hand and continued, "Are they not the books you brought back? I'm reading that... um, On Contradiction."

"Hey, why are you suddenly interested in these?" Louis also became interested. He held the senior sister's small feet in his hands again. The senior sister struggled a few times but failed to break free. She stopped resisting and let him pinch them.

But Louis' next words made Catherine so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

"I always thought you were a woman who valued muscle above all else. Why are you starting to use your brain now?"

That casual tone, coupled with the annoying intonation, can really make people so angry that they feel like Jesus was born or the Virgin Mary ascended to heaven.

Catherine said to herself in her heart that she would not be angry, and her anger actually subsided. She rolled her eyes coquettishly and closed the book in her hand: "I can't just think about learning magic every day... Since I have become your girlfriend, I have to keep up with you. I can't be a burden to you and can't help you with anything, right?"

Louis patted the senior sister's peach with satisfaction, and complacently praised: "My beloved concubine is really becoming more and more favored by me."

Louis refers to himself here as "we", which is an ancient and sacred usage. In 1169, Henry II of England expounded the theory of "the divine right of kings", which is "the monarch and the Creator work together", so he used the word "we" to express "God and me", representing that the monarch not only represents the royal majesty, but also represents the will of God.

In fact, it is probably equivalent to "朕", "寡人" and "孤" in Chinese. The fundamental purpose is to declare one's own uniqueness and supreme status with all the power in one person.

This usage is also used in some very formal writing styles, such as when referring to oneself as a magazine editor or a judge. The purpose is to declare one's authoritative status in terms of professional level and professionalism. But in fact, just like Seres now, you rarely hear people refer to themselves as "this official" or "this professor". After all, this is a harmonious society where everyone is equal. You say you always put on airs, then I'm a fortune teller, what kind of person are you?
In fact, the Pope has been using this self-proclaimed title. Although he does not have many teachers, his position in the Catholic community is indeed unique.

"I told you you're fat, and you're still panting." Catherine snorted softly, pulled her feet back from Louis' hands, changed her position and lay on her side on the bed, one arm resting on the pillow to support her cheek, and with the other hand pinching Louis' clothes, she brought him to the bed.

After staring at each other for a long time, Catherine's eyes were as gentle as water. She seemed to be talking to him, or to herself, and whispered softly: "My little deer is so handsome, I can't look at him enough..."

"I remember you weren't like this before. You couldn't say such things before." Louis smiled and raised her chin, as if teasing a kitten: "You used to blush for no reason, but now I see you..."

He forced himself to hold back the words "you're too shameless".

"What now?" Catherine asked with interest.

"That's right, you're getting more and more skilled at teasing me." Louis said sincerely.

"When you love someone, there's nothing to hide and nothing to be shy about." Catherine said so, but under the light, Louis could still see the blush on her face.

"Really?" Louis moved his little face closer to her. He could clearly feel that Catherine's breathing was a little rapid.

"Then...how could it be fake?" Catherine said a little unnaturally. She really couldn't suppress the feeling of shyness.

Of course Louis could see it, and he was laughing secretly in his heart. Anyway, he was bored now, so he planned to have some fun with Catherine.

"I see you look very unnatural, could it be that you are saying one thing and thinking another?" Louis pretended to be suspicious and asked, "Are you fooling me..."

Catherine was anxious. She sat up with a tumble, not caring about the exposure. Just as she was about to argue, she saw Louis' malicious smile. She reached out and slapped Louis' butt in anger: "You little bastard, do you think it's fun to tease me..."

"Of course it's fun, hahahaha..." Louis laughed wickedly.

Catherine was so angry that she pushed Louis onto the bed. She wanted to slap him twice to vent her anger, but she couldn't bear to do it. As she was struggling, she suddenly remembered that Louis had tickled her in the past, so she reached out her hands to Louis' waist and started tickling him.

"Ouch... Ouch, Kaixi, Little Moon, I was wrong... Hahahaha..." Louis was also very ticklish. When Catherine tickled him like this, he immediately laughed out loud. He kept somersaulting in Catherine's hands, trying to break free. However, Catherine had the advantage of age after all, and the little spell she cast secretly gave him the upper hand for a while, suppressing Louis so that he could not move.

After all, Louis was a little grown up, and it was still a bit difficult for Catherine to subdue him. After all this, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She tickled Louis' ribs and said fiercely: "Tell me! Do you dare to do bad things again in the future!"

“Hahahaha… Little Moon, stop scratching me… I dare, of course I will dare in the future…” Louis is not the kind of person who admits defeat verbally, being tough is his strong point.

Catherine increased the frequency of tickling Louis' ribs, and this time Louis laughed even more happily, gasping for breath and even laughing to tears.

"I told you not to be so stubborn... Ha... You bastard little deer." After tickling for a while, Catherine had no strength left. After all, Louis was quite strong, and she had to use both hands to tickle him. As he struggled left and right, she was able to break free.

Louis rubbed the ribs and soft flesh on his waist. Seeing that Catherine was about to slip away, he turned over and took the initiative, hugged Catherine from behind, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and grabbed one side of her ribs with his hands, scratching her like playing the piano.

Catherine, whose weak spot was caught, softened and fell on the bed with Louis on top of her.

"Hahaha... little deer... you bastard... hahaha..." Catherine, who was turned into the host, giggled. She wanted to get up and resist Louis, but her ticklish skin was scratched and her whole body felt sore and weak under the influence of the itch. She couldn't muster any strength to resist.

"Speak! Do you dare to tickle me again?" Louis pretended to be threatening without stopping his hands.

“I don’t dare anymore… I don’t dare anymore… Hahahaha… Stop scratching, it’s so itchy…” Catherine’s white legs kicked weakly on the bed, making the quilt into a ball, and even the sheets were wrinkled.

"Are you wrong?" Louis had long known that Catherine was even more intolerant of itch than him. This time, Catherine was hurting the enemy by 80% and herself by 1,000%.

"I was wrong, I was wrong...haha...hahaha..."

"Then... call me brother?" Louis slowed down his movements a little and whispered in her ear.

There is no brother in English. Catherine has been learning Chinese since last year and speaks Mandarin more fluently than Louis, so Louis's words were also spoken in Chinese.

"You! Don't even think about it...hahaha..." Catherine knew what her brother meant. She refused repeatedly out of shame and anxiety, leaving no room for him at all.

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