I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 163 Catherine: Aren’t you afraid of going to hell?
Professor Cat... No, it was Professor McGonagall who was quite good at coaxing people. After a short while, she made Tifa not so sad anymore.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall is usually very gentle. As long as the students don't make mistakes, she is even gentler than Dumbledore.

But considering the behavior of Gryffindor students, it seems difficult for Professor McGonagall to remain calm throughout the semester.

It would be harder to keep Gryffindor students from getting into trouble than for the Celtic national football team to win the World Cup.

The other three professors also paid their respects to Lockhart's body. Everyone was very sad, especially Snape.

"You kid still owe me a bottle of Felicis Felix..." He muttered to himself, pinching his hooked nose and staring at the Lockhart, thinking to himself, forget it, just forget about it now that the person is gone.

There are a few excuses that are universal in the world. For big holidays, people have already come, but no one has left. In fact, it is not an excuse, but more of a step, for others and for yourself.

Of course Snape understood this principle. As the saying goes, "Take one petty sum to mend another." The wool comes from the sheep. The lost bottle of Felixir could be made up by asking Dumbledore for the money.

As the president, you can't just let your professors not pay their debts, right?
Thinking of this, Snape forced a sinister smile, which scared Hermione and Ron.

The two of them were whispering to each other, and when they looked up again, they found Snape looking at them with a gloomy gaze.

Noticing the two people looking up, Snape slowly turned his head back like an owl.

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, and after attracting people's attention, she said to the three little ones, "Okay, kids, I think you should go back."

"You stay, Louis." Professor McGonagall emphasized Louis' name.

The three little ones didn't dare to fight for any chance with Professor McGonagall like they did with Dumbledore. They looked at each other and walked out of the headmaster's office in shame.

It is a very good and vivid interpretation of what it means that the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager.

"Albus is such a jerk, sigh." Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly and looked at Tifa: "People should be buried in peace after death. Gilderoy is a professor at Hogwarts after all. If you don't mind, we can hold a funeral for Gilderoy."

"Thank you, Professor." Tifa's eyes were red, but she couldn't stop crying.

After discussion among several deans, it was decided that the funeral of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart would be held in the Hogwarts Great Hall three days later.

The cemetery is on the hillside far away from the castle, where many faculty members or classmates who died at Hogwarts are buried.

After all, Professor Lockhart was a part of Hogwarts. He went to school at Hogwarts and died in Hogwarts. If we ignore what he did, his death was worthy.

But his behavior has somewhat brought shame to Hogwarts.

There were many people who wrote to Hogwarts expressing their wish to attend Lockhart's funeral, especially his fans - in fact, basically all of them were his fans.

But I don’t know whether I should be envious or pitiful. There were more than a thousand fans who attended Lockhart’s funeral, and they were able to make time for it that day, but I only had one friend.

"So this is why you're gloating?" Catherine asked while sipping coffee in the office.

Today, Catherine was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for some reason. Her elegant and intellectual aura made Louis feel a little overwhelmed from the bottom of his heart.

The senior sister is really versatile. Except for the temperament of a younger sister, she can grasp the temperaments of intellectual, mature lady, queen, etc.

A wife like this is hard to cure... But Louis has a cheat, so it's not a big deal.

He took the coffee handed to him by Christasza and shook his head to deny it, "I'm not that kind of person... I wouldn't gloat over someone's misfortune, but I really don't have any sympathy."

"Yeah." Catherine nodded: "I don't like Lockhart either."

"Don't you want to ask why?" Louis was choked all of a sudden. He had intended to talk to Catherine about what Lockhart had done, but Catherine's refusal to accept the challenge made him feel a little uncomfortable.

What does that feeling feel like? It's like you take off your pants and then she tells you that you have your period. It's extremely frustrating.

Catherine looked at Louis's expression as if something was stuck in her throat, and couldn't help but chuckle and adjust her glasses: "Okay, tell me."

Her voice is very gentle, and she has the feeling of an intellectual older sister.

"I won't say anything more." Louis got angry, leaned on the table with his arms folded in a somewhat arrogant manner, and turned his head aside.

Catherine smiled softly, stood up and walked over, put her arm on his shoulders, leaned close to his ear and said in a sweet voice: "Hey, tell me..."

"Don't say it, I'm getting emotional." Louis was secretly happy.

"Please..." Catherine shook Louis, her voice becoming softer.

This is really unbearable...

"Okay, okay." Louis cleared his throat: "Since you begged me sincerely, I will be merciful and tell you."

"The books about him are basically all made up - oh, my wording here is not quite accurate, I should say, stolen." Louis shrugged: "Just like a country called 'Southief' at the southern tip of a peninsula in the Far East, they like to steal other people's things for themselves."

There is some hidden agenda here. It seems that Louis and his grandfather have a grudge against Japan and South Korea. The grandfather hates the Japanese extremely, and the grandson hates the Koreans extremely.

Of course, the Japanese and the Koreans are not good people either.

"Lockhart is one of those people. In his own words, 'Readers won't want to read about the exploits of an ugly old American wizard, even though he saved a village from werewolves. Wouldn't it be ugly to put his picture on the cover? He has no taste in clothes.'"

"These are his original words. He adapted the deeds of this old wizard into 'Walking with Werewolves'."

"And the book 'Breaking with the Female Ghost', which describes his exorcism of the Wanlun female ghost, was actually the achievement of an old witch, but he stole it for himself."

Catherine was a little surprised. She had always thought that Lockhart was just a fool and his book was probably made up. She never expected that he was such a despicable person.

“What about the people who experienced the stories he stole?” asked Christrasza in a silly manner.

Louis responded with a sympathetic look: "Silly mother dragon, there is a spell called 'Obliviate' in the magic world..."

"Oh my God..." Although Catherine has a somewhat cold personality, her values ​​are still very upright. She really can't accept that such a person can be a teacher and a professor at Hogwarts.

"I really don't know what Dumbledore was thinking. How could he let such a person be a professor..."

Her expression showed some disappointment. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore accepted such a person as a professor in the school, which was not what a headmaster should do.

"Hey, this has nothing to do with us." Louis spread his hands: "His funeral will be in two days. I really didn't expect that so many die-hard fans would come to pay their respects."

"Such a scumbag!" Catherine gritted her teeth and said, "Such a scumbag actually has fans. Merlin is really blind!"

"Let's look at the bright side." Louis stroked Catherine's hair: "The friends who attended his funeral couldn't even fill Myrtle's bathroom..."

Myrtle: "Don't cue."

Louis was not talking nonsense or making this up. Thanks to Lockhart's personality, he has offended many people over the years. It is difficult for a person who loves to show off and act cool to find close friends.

At most, you can make two drinking buddies and have a meal of Li Zhuang white meat together, but do you think such superficial brothers can come to your funeral?

That's definitely not possible. How can we collect the gifts once they've been given out?

"Then what are you going to do? Reveal his true identity at the funeral?" Catherine leaned on his arms. Now, Louis, who had eaten Jin Ke La, was a head taller than Catherine. Not to mention, although he was still a little thin, Catherine enjoyed the feeling of nestling in Louis' arms, especially when his chin was placed on her head, which always made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Oh, no, I won't." Louis played with Catherine's soft hands and said softly, "It is a loss to the entire wizarding world to lose such a great best-selling author and a professor who is very popular among students..."

“But you…” Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis in surprise: “Didn’t you say he was…”

"What did I say about him?" Louis pinched her little hand and chuckled, "Think about it, retrieving the remains of the great adventurer and best-selling author from the lair of the monster that ate him, and successfully killing the monster... This is also a good opportunity to gain popularity."

"But this doesn't conflict with exposing his true identity..." Catherine, who hated evil, still felt disgusted with Lockhart's plagiarism. "So, do you think it's better to avenge a best-selling author and a great adventurer, or to avenge a liar?" Louis pinched her little hand again.

"What's more, if this matter is exposed, it will be a huge blow to Hogwarts' reputation. Just think about it, Hogwarts actually accepted a liar as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... Tsk tsk, not only Hogwarts, but even Dumbledore's reputation will be ruined."

Catherine looked at Louis again, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

After a long while, she said quietly, "Are you really not afraid of going to hell, Louis?"

"Oh, my dear little Kathy... I didn't expect you to have theological inclinations."

Louis' tone was very provocative, and he nuzzled Catherine's face while speaking. As soon as he finished speaking, Catherine stepped on him angrily.

"We should look at things on the bright side. At least he can create value for me, right?" Louis bit her earlobe and said with a smile, "In general, his death has made a greater contribution to the wizarding world than his entire life."

Catherine burst out laughing when she heard this. She gently nudged Louis' waist with her elbow and looked up at him: "Have you finalized the details of the funeral with the deans?"

"Of course, to show respect to this adventurer, I specially asked Ye Zi to invite a suona band." Louis said with a smile.

"Suona? That's not bad, but why this instrument?" Catherine didn't know much about this instrument.

"In my mother's homeland, there is a saying..." Louis looked up with some nostalgia, and just at this moment Ye Ziyan also walked in.

She chuckled and teased Louis and the other man who were hugging each other: "You two are so close to each other in the broad daylight, don't you think it's too hot..."

As she said that, she walked over to Lewis’s office chair and sat down: “What are you talking about?”

"Oh, we were talking about Lockhart's funeral, and we happened to mention suona. Little Moon didn't know what suona was, so I introduced it to her."

Ye Ziyan raised her willow-shaped eyebrows and said, "Okay, I also want to hear your evaluation of this instrument."

Louis sighed and pretended to be very artistic: "Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king. It is either ascending to heaven or worshipping in the hall. The thousand-year-old pipa and ten-thousand-year-old zheng, the erhu is played for a lifetime, and the whole play ends when the suona sounds. When the song sounds and the cloth is covered, the whole village, young and old, waits for the food to be served. Some leave, some carry the coffin, and there is a white behind. When the coffin is lifted and buried, relatives and friends cry, firecrackers sound, suona blows, the coffin is carried in front and chased behind. When you first hear it, you don’t know the meaning of the suona, and when you hear it again, you are already in the coffin..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ziyan raised her foot and kicked Louis on the calf: "Little bastard, why do I feel more and more like you have lived in Seris? It seems like you know more than I do..."

Louis chuckled and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Just tell me whether the image I mentioned is realistic or not..."

"It's really vivid..." Ye Ziyan sighed. She held her chin with one hand, staring into the distance in a daze, missing home a little.

"Anyway, the volume of the suona is quite loud, and with its cover, we can talk about something else." Louis smacked his lips, "Well, this funeral is indeed timely. Anyway, I have something to talk about with Fudge."

……

The next day at breakfast, Louis was having his breakfast when there was a knock on his door.

"Louis, Louis." It was Ron who knocked on the door, his voice was very urgent.

Christasza opened the door and saw not only Ron but also his inseparable companions, Hermione and Harry.

Louis picked up the napkin gracefully, wiped his lips gently, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Professor Sprout's mandrakes are ripe, Madam Pomfrey has made them into an antidote, and Luna has woken up!" Hermione spoke quickly, but her eyes were always on the bacon on the table.

She swallowed hard, she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and the cafeteria clearly didn't serve bacon today, so how come Louis had it?

"You haven't eaten yet, everyone, sit down." Louise turned around and asked Christasa to bring a few chairs over. "Madam Pomfrey's place must be crowded. Let's go there later and fill our stomachs first."

The three of them had no objections. It should be said that, except for Hermione, the other two of them were also craving for bacon.

"Didn't they say there's no bacon in the cafeteria today?" Hermione asked while eating.

"Oh, Kathy made today's breakfast." Louis' tone was calm, but the three of them could hear a strong sense of showing off.

His subconscious meaning is "Look, my wife's cooking is delicious, isn't it?"

At this moment, even though they hadn't taken many bites, the three little ones felt full.

Fed with dog food.

They couldn't go to see Luna empty-handed, so Louise brought a bunch of fresh flowers, and Catherine took a book called "Learning Divination from Scratch", because she thought that the mysterious Luna was very suitable for this kind of divination.

Of course, Louis also knew that Luna's talent in divination was off the charts, so he didn't object to Katherine's intention.

Everyone in the infirmary had already left, leaving only Luna, the Lovegood brothers, and her sister Akko.

Since Luna was feeling weak, she planned to rest for a while before going out.

"Hi, Luna," Louise greeted, placing the bouquet on the bedside table.

Catherine also placed the book next to the bouquet.

"Beautiful flowers, thank you, Louis." Luna's voice was still ethereal, like singing: "Thank you too, Katherine, it seems that you two are together."

"Yeah." Louis smiled and squeezed Katherine's hand.

He looked to the side again: "Hello, Zlatan, and Yako... This is Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, right?"

Luna's father had the same blond hair as his daughter. He stood up and held out his hand solemnly. "I'm Xenophilius Lovegood. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

"I'm Luna's classmate and also his good friend. You don't have to be so polite." Louis smiled and shook Xenophilius' hand. "I'm also a loyal reader of The Quibbler."

"Really? It's an honor." Xenophilius suddenly became very happy, as if he was very proud.

After a few more pleasantries, Luna said that she had rested well and wanted to be discharged from the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey's medical wing did not require any discharge procedures. She just said goodbye and took Luna out of the medical wing.

On the way, Luis called out to Zlatan.

"What's wrong? Luis?" Zlatan asked curiously.

Louis looked at the wizard who looked very much like Ibrahimovic in terms of height, build and appearance, and shook his head to get rid of the sense of déjà vu: "I have an immature idea."

"Tell me about it." Big Ibrahimovic... Zlatan became interested.

"Have you ever thought about becoming Minister of Magic?" Louis looked at Zlatan with bright eyes.

"Me?" Zlatan was stunned. After a while, he smiled and patted Louis with his palm-leaf fan-like hand: "Zlatan doesn't think he can become the Minister of Magic."

"You have to have confidence, Zlatan." Louis' eyes were firm: "I think you are a good fit."

Zlatan looked at Louis for a long moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Don't think about that. Fudge is still the Minister of Magic."

Louis immediately understood his deeper meaning. He neither explicitly accepted nor rejected it. He just said, "Fudge is still the Minister of Magic." The subtext was, "If Fudge steps down, I can consider it."

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, so there is no need to point it out. They can play out the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in all their glory.

The two foxes, one big and one small, looked at each other, and the exchange of interests they reached in secret was self-evident.

(End of this chapter)