I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 146 3, 2, 1, Come on!!!
"You want me to let you go, but you don't want to call me good brother. This makes it difficult for me." Louis held Catherine's hands with one hand and lifted her delicate chin with the other hand, his tone as frivolous as a playboy.

"Don't even think about it!" Catherine looked at Louis angrily. Her body was sore and weak that she had no strength to resist. She could only let her hands be held and she could not move.

"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to pay the price." Louis showed the villains' signature smile, and stretched out his claws to continue scratching.

“Alright, alright, wu…hahaha…ah…little deer, stop it.” Catherine was tickled and laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter. She quickly begged for mercy: “I was wrong…stop scratching…”

Louis stopped what he was doing, patted the senior sister's peach, and asked with a smile: "Well? What should you call me then?"

"Good...good brother..." Catherine's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and her head was almost buried in the treasure in her chest.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you." Louis stretched his ears, looking dissatisfied. Who was he trying to fool with such a low voice?

Catherine rolled her eyes at him resentfully, put her lips close to Louis' ear, and said in a sweet voice: "Good brother~"

"Hey, that's good." Louis patted Catherine's waist with satisfaction, turned over and got off the horse, and tidied the quilt that Catherine kicked into a ball: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower. It's time to go to bed soon. Do you want to join me?"

"I'm tired, you go first..." Catherine said faintly.

"Then take a break, we'll come together later." Louis lay back down again. This boy was very thick-skinned, and Catherine had no way to deal with him.

It has been eaten to death.

In the office, Lemonia banged her fists on the floor in anger, but she could do nothing about the two of them.

After all, no matter how evil she was, she dared not go against Louis's will.

After all, Louis couldn't get rid of his height disadvantage. He simply took a shower and still didn't do anything excessive.

As the days passed, the weather gradually turned colder, and the heir of Slytherin did not continue to attack. During this time, everyone kept it a secret from the teacher, chattering about amulets, exorcism items, and other things to protect themselves. Harry and his three friends came to Louis in secret and gave him a voodoo doll, which was said to ward off evil spirits. Catherine, whose image gradually reversed in the eyes of the three little animals, also received an ugly voodoo doll as a gift. She liked it very much and would carry it with her wherever she went.

Louis told her that she was not in any danger and there was no need to carry the voodoo doll around, as it was useless anyway. However, Catherine felt that this was the first gift the little animals had given her and it should be taken so seriously.

He felt that Catherine was just enjoying the feeling of being valued as the professor's girlfriend.

In the second week of December, professors from the four colleges came to collect the names of students who would stay on campus for Christmas as usual. After asking Catherine, Louis thought about it and decided to fill in the option of not going home for the New Year.

And the agreed duel day is approaching.

On this day, Hogwarts, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became noisy. Reporters from major daily newspapers, directors of the school board, wizards from pure-blood families, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and even Fudge himself came to the scene to witness this first-ever rare event in the wizarding world.

The auditorium was crowded with students, and the long dining table and chairs in the auditorium were gone, replaced by a dedicated gilded duel stage, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the sky. The ceiling once again turned as dark as the night sky.

Sitting in the main guest seats were Headmaster Dumbledore, four deans, and officials from the Ministry of Magic, while others stood on both sides of the dueling stage, waiting for the protagonists to enter.

The duel was a best-of-five series, also known as the legendary BO5. Since Louis had to take care of four colleges, Ron, who was part of Harry's trio, automatically withdrew and made way for Harry and Hermione; the Slytherin team went to Draco, the Ravenclaw team went to Justin Finch-Fletchley, and the Hufflepuff team went to the iron-fisted Hannah Abbott.

Louis specially customized a full set of clothes for them, including robes, from Savile Row. The royal tailors on Savile Row were very knowledgeable about the rules and knew what it meant not to ask and what should not be passed on.

Therefore, they did not raise any questions about the strange wizard outfit. It must be said that the workmanship may not be much better than Madam Malkin's magic craftsmanship, but when worn on the body, it shows the foundation.

As soon as she put on the clothes and told the little wizards how much it cost, Hannah's legs went limp and she sat down on the stool. Justin was born a Muggle and was a top student at Eton College. He knew what Savile Row stood for. He was even more embarrassed than Hannah and sat down on the ground.

Then he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, still slapping his buttocks hard - are you kidding? It would be a shame to let such expensive clothes get dirty... But he forgot to clean up the new spell.

Hermione was also a little dizzy. She held Harry with her other hand and supported her forehead with her other hand. She said in a trembling voice: "Harry, hold me, I'm a little... a little dizzy..."

Harry didn't have much idea about money - after all, this guy was a rich man. He let go of Hermione with a gloating look, like an eagle mother kicking her chick off a cliff: "You have to rely on yourself, Hermione. When you can stand on your own without the help of external forces, it means that you have not been defeated by money."

Of course, this is not how eagles train their young, please understand.

Watching Hermione's staggering figure, Harry began to gloat over the time.

"One - two - three -" When Harry saw that Hermione was about to fall, he immediately rushed over, grabbed her right hand and shook it vigorously, grinning and said, "Congratulations! You were not knocked down by money!"

Hermione gave Harry a middle finger, and then seemed to think that this feeling was not bad, so she stretched out her other hand and gave Harry a double middle finger.

"Hahaha... hehe..." She was amused by her own behavior. She laughed so hard that she held her knees and could not even straighten her back.

Now it was Harry's turn to be depressed.

"Okay, don't be nervous, relax." Louis began to give pre-match guidance, just like a coach.

No one was nervous at first, but after hearing what Louis said, they became a little nervous, especially Hannah. She was breathing heavily and put one hand on her chest. Her violent heartbeat made her feel as if her heart was going to jump out of her throat.

Louis knew that he had overdosed himself, so he laughed and said, "It's nothing. Come on, why don't we shout a slogan? I'll shout three, two, one, and everyone will shout "Come on!" together. How about that?"

"Come on, everyone, form a circle." Louis smiled and stretched out his arms, one person next to another, Hermione on his left and Harry on his right. After everyone was standing in place, Louis motioned for everyone to stretch out their right hands and put them together in the middle. He looked at the team members who were still taking deep breaths, and said with a smile: "Alright, don't be nervous, come on, listen to me, three, two, one..."

"Come on!" The six people pressed down with their right hands and shouted in unison.

"Okay, let's go into the hall." Louis patted their shoulders one by one and called them to go into the hall. After entering the hall, Louis saw Gilderoy Lockhart standing on the duel stage waiting for him. He was wearing a purple robe today, as dazzling as a peacock with its tail spread out - it would be better to ask him when he is not so ostentatious. Seeing Louis coming in with five team members, he walked down the duel stage with a greasy smile, and stretched out his hands to try to shake hands from a distance.

Being a gentleman among gentlemen, Louis would certainly not be rude. He politely shook the hands that Professor Lockhart extended to him and smiled sincerely.

But he himself didn't know how sincere the smile on his face was.

"Hello, Professor Lewis, hello." Lockhart showed his signature grin to the reporter who was taking pictures. After posing for a few more times, he motioned for everyone to be quiet and said loudly: "Then, please allow Minister Cornelius Fudge to give the speech for this duel."

Accompanied by warm applause, Fudge also stood up and clapped his hands, smiling friendly, and after a while he stretched out his hands and pressed them forward, signaling everyone to be quiet.

After the applause ended, Fudge cleared his throat and cast an amplification spell on himself.

"I'm sure everyone has heard of this bet." Fudge smiled as harmlessly as a Maitreya Buddha: "Our newborn calf, His Royal Highness Louis Mountbatten of noble birth." He deliberately put emphasis on the words 'noble birth' and 'Mountbatten', probably to remind people in the wizarding world not to underestimate him because of his young age - it is very likely that this kid is a pioneer sent by the Muggle royal family to interfere in the wizarding world.

"Young people are always very brave. He made a bet. Around Christmas, five students from his second year class will be selected, and Professor Lockhart will select five students from his fifth year class to duel. The bet is who will be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the second year students at Hogwarts in the future. And His Highness Louis can choose any grades to teach." Fudge said with a smile.

"Of course, I won't say any more nonsense. I'm sure everyone is already impatient to watch this rare duel match." At this point, Fudge turned his head and asked Dumbledore in a pretentious manner: "Principal Dumbledore, do you have anything to say?"

Headmaster Dumbledore tilted his head and looked back at him, an intriguing smile on his face, and an unpredictable light flashing on his half-moon spectacles.

In fact, Fudge's behavior of usurping the throne was a bit excessive even if he was the Minister of Magic. After all, first of all, Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts. Secondly, as the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, Dumbledore deserved respect.

But Dumbledore was known for his good temper and didn't want to say much.

Louis knew too well what Dumbledore was up to. This was the same tactic that Zheng Bo used to defeat Duan Yuyan. If you want to kill someone, you must first make him crazy.

Once a person becomes crazy, his mentality will become unbalanced, and therefore he will have flaws.

"No, I just want to remind you that competition comes second and friendship comes first. Don't hurt the harmony."

And with Dumbledore's deliberate connivance, Fudge became even more arrogant.

"That's right, that's right." Fudge smiled sinisterly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Then he announced loudly: "Okay, I declare - the duel competition officially begins!"

Lockhart also brought five classmates. It seemed that this guy was very smart. None of these classmates were Slytherins.

But Louis always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

At this time, George squeezed over and tugged at the corner of Louis' clothes inconspicuously. When Louis lowered his head to look, George looked around, made a gesture of silence, and handed him a note.

"Polyjuice Potion," the note was scribbled in what looked like Percy's handwriting, along with the words "Watch out for Chris Bernstein."

Louis shook his hand and burned the note with Fiendfyre, then looked up and saw Lockhart asking his team members to introduce themselves on the stage.

"Vesnina Ezer." The first voice was that of a flaxen-haired woman. The voice sounded a little awkward, as if it was deliberately pretentious.

Tifa in the audience coughed.

"From Ravenclaw," Vesnina added, sounding more normal this time.

The short and fat boy behind him immediately followed and introduced himself: "Chris Bernstein, from Gryffindor House."

"Bruce Topher, from Hufflepuff." This was a tall and thin senior boy. Standing next to the short and fat boy, they looked like canned pork and beer bottles put together.

"Cain Arryn, from Ravenclaw." This boy has freckles on his face and looks silly.

"Leon Coppett, from Ravenclaw." The last one was a senior boy who looked like he was going to prison, more like Azkaban than Ravenclaw.

When Louis heard Chris Bernstein introduce himself, the first thing he thought of was Percy's note. He knew what he meant - these classmates had been secretly replaced by Lockhart or Fudge.

Use compound decoction.

Not knowing where the real classmates were hiding, Louis felt a little uneasy. He stretched out his hand to greet Ron and whispered a few words in his ear. Then Ron began to squeeze towards the guest of honor seat.

After instructing Ron, Louis also took five team members to the duel stage.

Strangely enough, these five little guys were not nervous at all after they got on the dueling stage, especially Hermione. She looked at the seniors in front of her with confidence, as if she was watching them being sacrificed.

After introducing himself, Louis prepared to start drawing lots.

The rule of the draw is who draws first, and the person who draws first has the priority to choose his opponent - Louis was embarrassed, and in the spirit of a gentleman, he let Lockhart draw first, but the boy was so shameless that he grabbed a piece of paper and opened it, and he actually drew the word "first".

The first one was Vesnina from Ravenclaw, and she picked Justin Finch-Fletchley, also from Ravenclaw.

Maybe it's because this guy with an overbite is easier to bully?

(End of this chapter)