I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Five Years of OWLs, Three Years of Simulations

"You...what are you going to do?" Vitaly swallowed, took out her wand and made a defensive posture. She secretly made up her mind that even if this woman used fierce fire to destroy her masterpiece, she would try her best to protect her snow sculpture!
"Oh, why are you so nervous? Do you think I'm a bad guy?" Catherine covered her mouth with one hand and laughed exaggeratedly.

"You, you, you... I won't believe your nonsense!" Vitaly flicked her wand and cast a protective magic on the snow sculpture.

"Protego Maxima!"

Katherine did nothing but stretched out her foot and placed it in front of Christasza.

Christasa was so focused on eating the snow melons that she didn't notice Catherine's little movements at all. She was tripped by Catherine and several snow melons in her hands were raised high as she screamed.

Under Vitaly's horrified gaze, Christrasza stumbled a few steps and suddenly fell on the snow sculpture she had worked so hard to create.

Now that was a disaster. As a giant dragon, Christrasza was very strong. Adding her weight, she easily pushed the legs of the tall snow sculpture away. It fell to the ground with a bang as Catherine looked at it with some regret.

Even the maximum protection is useless in the face of absolute power.

"Oh, what a pity! How could he fall?" Catherine covered her lips with her hands, trying to hide the crazy upturned corners of her lips.

After all, they are mother and daughter, and Catherine has inherited a lot of Solanlian's pink and black.

Vitaly's legs went limp and she knelt weakly on the snow.

"My snow sculpture... my snow sculpture..." She stared blankly ahead, muttering to herself. Louis immediately thought of Xianglin Sao, a character created by Mr. Shu Ren.

"Oh no, Louis' leg is broken." The three little ones continued to finish off his opponent with a look of gloating and taking advantage of the situation.

Louis' face turned black. What do you mean Louis' leg is broken? My leg is fine!

What's broken is clearly the statue's leg. What does it have to do with me, Louis!
"Ah, Kathy." Louis laughed and looked at Catherine: "Didn't you go to make snow sculptures? Why are you here again?"

"I just noticed..." Catherine suddenly stopped talking and abruptly changed the subject: "I just came to see how your snow sculpture is."

"What about you?" Louis asked with a squint.

"Look, that's over there." Catherine pointed to a place not far away.

A one-to-one replica of Hogwarts Castle suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Too... too strong..." Hermione's legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

The impact of this castle on her was really too great.

Louis said nothing, silently pulled out the barrel and threw it on the ground.

It’s too difficult. It’s too difficult to make a good snow sculpture!
"What's wrong?" Catherine asked knowingly with a smile.

"I'm so embarrassed." Louis said unhappily. He was giving up. He could never surpass Catherine anyway...

"Silly." Catherine smiled and pulled his hand. "Isn't mine yours?"

"No, it wasn't me who did it. I didn't participate in the whole process." Louis pouted, looking like an unhappy baby.

"Okay, dear." Catherine touched his little face and took his hand: "I still have two of the most difficult spires to go. You must teach me how to do them. Oh, I'm so stupid. It's really difficult. Without your help, I don't know what to do..."

Louis suddenly perked up. He took Catherine's hand and walked over there, looking very positive.

As we all know, when educating children, if you tell them to "finish your homework" in an imperative tone, they will definitely not complete the task well. But if you tell them "Mom, I don't know how to do this question, can you teach me?", then most children will happily agree.

This is human instinct. Most people like to teach others.

Catherine also took advantage of this and the human instinct of "being needed". Although her acting was a bit poor, it was sweet enough.

The three little ones on the side were choked by Louis and his wife. Isn’t this too sweet?
Only Vitaly kept pouting, looking extremely jealous.

She wanted to take revenge on Catherine, but she couldn't beat her.

And Vitaly also believed that if she dared to destroy Catherine's masterpiece, she would end up in a miserable situation.

Even Louis can't keep her - more likely, Louis will play mixed doubles with Catherine.

By the evening, the snow sculpture competition finally came to a successful conclusion, and the recognized first place went to Catherine and Louis' Hogwarts Castle.

The prizes are ten sets of OWLs mock exams, sponsored exclusively by Moonberry Workshop.

Louis, who was holding the mock test paper, was furious. Isn't this just shooting himself in the foot?
The second and third place winners all received various vouchers, so why is it that for him this is just a mock test?
Something must be wrong.

Catherine didn't care. She only cared whether Louis was happy - at least Louis was happy when they built the castle together, and that was enough.

The next day, the snowball fight activity went on as scheduled.

Professor Dumbledore only stated two points: first, don't get really angry, and second, don't use offensive spells.

Unlike his classmates who were busy enjoying their youth, Louis was taking a walk with Catherine on campus.

"What a restless youth..." Louis couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his classmates who were in full swing.

"Of course." Catherine smiled gently and brushed the snowflakes off Louis' hair.

This guy is a bit mean. When the senior sister was sharp-tongued and arrogant in the past, Louis always hoped that she would be gentler. But now that the senior sister has fulfilled his wish and has really become gentle, Louis began to miss the time when they used to have verbal fights.

He made up his mind to see if you can still pretend...

Thinking of this, Louis squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow, and took advantage of Catherine's unpreparedness to reach into her collar. "You little bastard!" Catherine was stimulated by the cold ice and snow. The feeling was too sour and refreshing. She almost subconsciously hung Louis up with the fuchsia.

"Is it cold?" Louis smiled slyly, showing no intention of admitting his mistake.

Catherine stomped her feet and put him down, then pounced on him and held him down. Seeing that Louis was still smiling at her, Catherine grabbed the snow beside her and pressed it on Louis' belly along his clothes.

"Ouch...you silly woman...Liang..." Louis struggled to fight back.

The end result was that Louis caught a cold...

Drinking the potion specially made by Snape, Louis was sniffing in the office, looking listless.

But Catherine, the instigator, had nothing to do. Because of the Christmas holiday, they didn't have to go to class and could just stay in the office.

"Kathy, I feel uncomfortable." Louis sniffed his nose and pretended to look pitiful.

"You deserve it. It's your own fault." Catherine said this to Louis, but in fact she still cared about him and poured him a cup of hot water.

"Mom said that drinking hot water can help recover from a cold... Oh, I remember now." At this point, Catherine pointed at Louise in a daze: "This is what Aunt Emma said to my mom when she caught a cold from playing snowballs with her..."

Louis picked up the hot water and was speechless for a while.

Oh boy, you're waiting here.

But to be honest, hot water does work, and he's not an unreasonable kid, so he can just drink it.

The potion made by the Potion Master was indeed effective. Within ten minutes of drinking it, the disease was cured.

Louis couldn't help but have a cruel idea. If potions were mass-produced, how much money could he make in the Muggle world?
I’m afraid it’s a huge profit.

But then again, who would complain about having too much money?
As Christmas approaches, the whole school is filled with the festive atmosphere. With the unremitting efforts of the house elves and professors, a lot of Christmas decorations are made in the castle, and the kitchen also launches Christmas-exclusive food, such as gingerbread and eggnog drinks, but almost no one is interested.

After all, everyone prefers meat, especially the little wizards. They all love meat and will never think of eating anything else if they can eat meat.

Louis was of course busy too, but he was busy with the Moonberry Workshop.

Christmas was coming, and of course it was time to distribute benefits to the employees. Since there was still enough moonberry juice in stock to last for half a year, Louis gave them a full month's vacation, during which they could visit relatives and friends or find something else to do.

The employees were naturally grateful and told everyone they knew about Louis. The Daily Prophet also began to brag about Louis Workshop's year-end bonuses and various welfare policies, which made many wizards envious. Some even wondered for the first time why they were not squibs.
Every employee received an extra two months’ salary as a year-end bonus and enjoyed paid vacations—especially Joseph Mills, who was named a “Model Worker” at a staff meeting for his extraordinary work efficiency this year.

Of course, the model worker title is not just some empty reward, but it actually improves Joseph's status. The factory has nine levels of employee grades, and a model worker can directly become a seventh-level employee, enjoying benefits such as one month of paid convalescence each year and priority employment for children.

In this way, employees' enthusiasm for work will become higher and higher. Who doesn't want to become the next model worker and enjoy welfare benefits?
Needless to say, the Moonberry Workshop is very profitable. This extremely popular product has swept across several continents and has become the darling of the political and business circles. The current situation is that whether it is holding a symposium or doing anything else, as long as you say you have moonberry juice, it is a success; otherwise you will be despised - you don't even have moonberry juice, why are you holding a meeting?
Even among the old Russians, this method still works. Many people find that after drinking moonberry juice, their original dependence on alcohol is gradually fading. This is not useful for them. In recent years, many new Russians who drink alcohol are not due to alcohol dependence, but just drink to relieve their sorrow.

After dealing with the Moonberry Workshop issue, Louis returned to school and planned to go home with Catherine.

No matter what he said or how much he quarreled, he still missed Solanlian very much.

But soon an incident disrupted his plan.

That afternoon, when he was asking Christasa to pack up, he saw Ron stumbling into his office, shouting, "Oh no, oh no..."

"What's wrong?" Louis walked over and supported Ron: "Tell me slowly."

"Justin... Justin Finch-Fletchley has been petrified... the one from Ravenclaw." Ron didn't even bother to catch his breath, and spoke as fast as a machine gun.

It’s a pity not to talk about rap. I would have to call Eminem an expert for the rap just now.

Hearing this, Louis put down the towel in his hand, said hello to Catherine, and followed Ron to the scene.

On the way, I saw Madam Pomfrey and a few others carrying Justin to the medical wing. They very considerately covered him with a white cloth. If you didn't know better, you would have thought he was dead.

Behind them were several classmates who had a good relationship with Justin, as well as Hermione and Hannah.

Following Madam Pomfrey and the others to the medical wing, Louis lifted the white cloth and saw Justin's face which was frozen in disbelief.

Pale and bloodless, it was obvious that he was terribly frightened.

He was holding a mirror in his hand, holding it in front of him, and his eyes were staring at the mirror in his hand.

"Oh...Justin..." Hannah clenched the handkerchief in her hand and sobbed softly.

It didn't matter that she cried, as it also livened up the atmosphere of the students around her. They all sobbed quietly, and the atmosphere was extremely sad.

"Okay, stop crying, kids." It was Madam Pomfrey who spoke. She covered Justin's face with the white cloth and said to everyone, "Don't worry, he's still alive... When the mandrake that Professor Sprout raises matures, he will continue to come back to you alive and kicking."

"But you all have to be careful. Pay attention when you walk and don't travel alone, so as not to become like him." Madam Pomfrey kindly reminded everyone.

But these words immediately aroused everyone's fear.

Looking at Colin Creevey and Luna who were covered with white cloth, and then looking at Justin in front of them, everyone couldn't help but shudder in their hearts.

No one wants to be petrified and lie stiff on the bed.

The feeling of being petrified is actually quite uncomfortable. According to people who have been petrified, their consciousness is still there, but they just stand there unable to move, which is more uncomfortable than being a vegetative person.

When they went back, everyone felt heavy in their hearts, but they were not afraid because Louis was walking with them. As the saying goes, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. As a professor, Louis, even though he is not very tall, is at least strong.

And this "tall guy" was naturally responsible for sending the students back to their respective lounges. After watching Ron and Hermione walk into the Gryffindor lounge, Louis lowered his head and saw a figure in a black cloak sneaking up the stairs.

(End of this chapter)