I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 177 Potter's Day

This is a hidden mission. The reward for correcting the timeline of Meow Planet is the spirits of six thousand old guards.

A living royal cat is also included.

Catherine was in a bad mood after returning to the main world, and she and Ye Ziyan were in seclusion for a long time.

Then Chromie's words almost made Louis push her against the ceiling.

The good news is that I can go home.

The bad news is that I stayed there for several days and missed the Trial of Aluneth this time. The next one will have to wait at least half a year.

But her little carrot legs moved quickly, and she slipped away in time before Louis exploded.

Furious, Louis had no choice but to stay in Greenland for a few more days, just to tour the magnificent mountains and rivers of the world.

It must be said that Greenland is definitely a great place to escape the summer heat.

Accompanying him was Napoleon Meow.

Because he doesn't look like a normal earthling, Chromie threw a few deception beads to Louis before running away. Under the effect of the deception beads, Napoleon now looks similar to the handsome uncle in the documentary.

In fact, Napoleon was not short. The dwarf in the sentence "Only dwarfs, foreigners and women can save France" actually refers to the Sun King Louis XIV, not Napoleon.

Napoleon was a foreigner, Corsica was Italian after all; the woman was Joan of Arc.

This sentence actually has some problems. The last French man who saved France was a tall man of 1.98 meters.

After all, he is a man with the word "Gao" in his name.

"Greenland, I've heard of this place." Na Huang gave up his military uniform and went to the mall with Louis to buy a very fancy modern suit - this was his hobby, similar to Liu Bei, both of them loved delicious food and fancy clothes.

"Yeah, Denmark is really lucky," Louis said meaningfully.

Even though France already had countless fancy delicacies in the early 19th century, Napoleon still felt that the food in the Greenland restaurant was a little unreal.

"In just less than two hundred years, has the world developed into this?" Napoleon sighed from the bottom of his heart after having a good meal and a drink.

Of course, he could have been holding it in on St. Helena.

During this period, many people came to take photos with Napoleon. Even though everyone thought he was a special actor of Napoleon, he was still very happy.

But then Catherine's words broke Napoleon's defense.

“The world always sympathizes with losers.”

"What failure? How can you vilify someone's innocence like this?" Napoleon defended himself anxiously.

"But I saw with my own eyes that you were hung and beaten by the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo." Catherine continued to show her sharp tongue.

Napoleon's face suddenly turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He argued with a red face: "What failure? Can it be called a failure if my subordinates are not competent?" Then he said something difficult to understand, such as Grouchy misled me and Ney was a reckless man, which made everyone laugh. The dinner table was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.

After being repaired by the system, Napoleon is in good health. All his old ailments are gone, and because of the system's contract, Napoleon is now considered his subordinate.

This made Louis feel that his face was like the bed that his eldest nephew William had peed on, infinitely magnified in a limited space.

"Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?" Louis asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Napoleon was indeed a little confused. After six years of exile on St. Helena, he was no longer the same as when he was young. Having been relieved of his heavy responsibilities, he was now tired, or in layman's terms, he had become indifferent.

"How about coming to our school to teach?" Louis asked on a whim.

"Teaching?" Napoleon became interested. "You mean, teaching at your wizard academy? I'm quite interested in seeing a different world."

"If you're interested, I can teach you some witchcraft."

Louis took a look and saw that it would take a hundred points of energy to enable Napoleon to have wizarding abilities.

This is too easy, the wool comes from the sheep, and he gained more than 10,000 mental energy after a trip to Waterloo.

There is simply no way to spend it all.

Napoleon was even happier: "I can...you mean me, I can learn..."

"Shh." Louis motioned for him to keep his voice down as there were so many people around.

"Oh, sorry." Napoleon finally realized the problem, and then he whispered, "Can I learn too?"

Louis nodded and said, "But the most urgent thing is to give you a legal identity."

Of course legal identity is simple. His aunt still has this little right. It’s just a matter of a word.

However, this matter is indeed a bit magical. Granting the French Emperor the status of British citizenship is like asking the Lion King to be an ordinary wolf in a wolf pack.

After playing in Greenland for three days, they set out on their return journey back home.

It is worth mentioning that Napoleon has been unhappy since he read French history. He never dreamed that France would become such a bad country a hundred years after his death.

Let's not talk about Louis, let's just talk about Potter, the boy who survived a disaster. For example, what he hated most in the year was the summer vacation, because every summer vacation, he had to leave his beloved school and go home to face the Dursleys.

For another example, he really wants to do his homework, but is always forced to do it secretly late at night. Based on last year's experience, at this time he is still hiding in bed, doing his homework by the light of a flashlight.

This makes the already nearsighted eyes even worse.

The Dursleys, who live at number four Privet Drive, were once the reason why Harry could never have a good summer vacation. Last summer, the most they did was to lock up Harry's spell books, wand, cauldron and broomstick at the beginning of the summer vacation, and forbid him to talk to his neighbors.

But ever since Louis and Diana came last year, the Dursleys' attitude towards him took a 180-degree turn. Even the room where he slept was renovated from top to bottom by Uncle Vernon while he was at school. When he came home this summer vacation, not only did he not treat him the same way as last year, but he was extremely enthusiastic towards him.

This made Harry feel a little unfamiliar. He was not a mean person, he just simply felt uncomfortable.

If it was possible, he...well, never mind, it would be better not to let the Dursleys return to their unruly ways.

Now, he was sitting at his desk, enjoying the fruits and snacks cut by Aunt Petunia for him, while concentrating on doing his homework in Potions class.

The teachers at Hogwarts School assigned a lot of homework to the students, especially Professor Snape, who assigned them a bunch of papers with a stern face. The most annoying one was the one he was currently writing about the shrinking potion. If possible, he really didn't want to write it.

He repeatedly emphasized in his mind that it was not that he didn't like doing homework, but the homework assigned by Snape really didn't seem like something that a humanoid creature could do.

Uncle Vernon, who once hated the wizarding world to the extreme, now seems to have made a 180-degree turn. After all, Louis gave him too much. Just by talking, his company earned at least several million pounds in profits every year.

Now he really wanted to worship Harry. How did that saying come from? It is better to be good at arranging than to be good at fighting. Although it is a game, it is also true in life. Harry can be considered happy to have a good friend who can help him in all aspects.

Ron hadn't called for several days. Harry knew that the last time he spoke to Ron, Ron said that the Weasleys had won the Moonberry Workshop jackpot and were preparing to travel to Egypt as a family. Harry expressed his heartfelt blessings, and secretly envied the Weasley family's affection in his heart.

What's more interesting is that when Uncle Vernon received Ron's call for the first time, his expression was very strange. When he called Harry, he covered the microphone and asked Harry with a strange look: "You guys... um, you wizards can use the phone?"

It took Harry a long time to explain to Uncle Vernon that the wizarding world was not so conservative.

The room was very quiet, with only the vague snoring of Uncle Vernon downstairs and Cousin Dudley next door. He looked up and looked out the window. It was already late, and the night sky was shining with stars. He closed the lid of the ink bottle, packed up his things and put them on the bookshelf, stood up and stretched, and glanced at the time shown on the luminous clock beside the bed.

It was one in the morning, and Harry suddenly remembered that he had turned thirteen just an hour ago.

I almost forgot this important day.

Harry seldom looked forward to his birthday, which was another thing that made him different from other children. He had never received any birthday cards, and the Dursleys had completely ignored his birthdays for the past two years.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, he was absent-minded. When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would always think of his parents whom he had never met.

Soon, he found something wrong. Under the golden moonlight, a strange, twisted black shadow was flying towards Harry, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Harry stood there motionless, watching it fly lower and lower. He hesitated for a moment, holding the window bolt, wondering if he should close the window. But the strange thing flew above a lamppost on Privet Drive, and Harry saw what it was and quickly made way out.

Three owls flew in through the window, two of them guarding the third, which seemed unconscious. They plopped down on Harry's bed, and the large grey owl in the middle fell headfirst and lay motionless on the bed, and Harry noticed that it had a large package tied to its leg.

He soon recognized that the owl was Errol, the old owl from the Weasley family. No wonder it looked like drunk. After all, you can't expect an old guy to be as healthy as a young man, right?

He immediately rushed to the bed, untied the wrapping on Errol's legs, and put him in Hedwig's cage. Errol didn't even open his eyes. He drank a few sips of water and took two bites of rice before he made a sound similar to thanks.

The other two owls, one was his Hedwig, and the other was a beautiful tawny owl. The package tied to its leg and the Hogwarts seal on the letter told him where the owl came from. After taking the mail, the owl pecked Harry and flew away with its wings flapping.

After the owl flew away, Harry grabbed the package that Errol brought, tore open the brown paper on the outside, and saw a gift wrapped in golden paper. This was the first time he had received a birthday card in his life. Harry's hands were shaking a little. He opened the envelope and two pieces of paper fell out, one was a letter and the other was a clipping.

In the photo in the newspaper, the family was smiling happily, especially Ron, who was holding the rat. He held Scabbers high up as if he was afraid that others would not know that he had a pet rat.

He opened the letter again, which contained Ron's travel experiences in a rambling and heartwarming manner. Harry laughed as he read the letter, feeling happy for his good brother from the bottom of his heart.

Another package was sent by Hermione. The gist of the letter was that she was traveling in France and happened to meet Miss Hilliax. Unfortunately, she couldn't make an international call to her. She happened to see Hedwig so she wrote him a letter and said she had given him a small gift.

Harry opened the package and found a set of tools to repair a broomstick, along with a copy of the "Broomstick Care Manual".

The last package was from Hagrid, who was not good at expressing himself, but Harry could still feel his love for him. A strange-looking monster book was also enclosed in the letter. Harry was not paying attention and the book escaped from his hands, stood up like some weird crab, and ran quickly along the bed.

Harry was stunned for only a moment, and he quickly tied up the book and stuffed it back into its original pocket.

The last letter was from Hogwarts. It was thicker than all the previous ones. Upon closer inspection, I found that there was a signature form underneath.

"Third-year students are allowed to visit Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian for signature."

The smile on Harry's face became even happier. Hogsmeade village was really great... He had heard of the fame of this magical village and had long wanted to go there.

He looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning... Forget it. Let's talk about the signature until tomorrow after Aunt Petunia and the others got up.

Thinking of this, he was about to get into bed, but he saw another white figure flying in the distant sky.

Flying closer, Harry recognized her as Louis's Emerlis.

Emeris threw down a letter in a humane and disdainful manner, then flew away in a haughty manner.

Harry shrugged. Knowing that Emerlis had a bad temper, he didn't care much and picked up Louis' letter.

It was to wish him a happy birthday and to tell him that I was going to attend his birthday party and to be sure to call him back when I got up if possible. Louis' home phone number was included.

(End of this chapter)