I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 179 Firebolt
"What is this?" Dudley's attention was immediately attracted and his interest increased. He was always keen on food.

This would also explain why he is so fat now.

"Bibi Multi-Flavored Beans." Harry picked up a piece of red bean and put it in his mouth: "Each bean tastes different. For example, mine... mine is strawberry flavored."

Harry tried to suppress the burning feeling in his mouth. It tasted like strawberry, and his red pepper was obviously a fucking devil pepper.

At this moment, he was not fighting alone. James, Sirius, and the Weasley twins were possessed by his souls...

"Really?" Dudley looked at Harry's gradually reddening face hesitantly. "Then why is your face red?"

"Excited." Harry held it in for a long time, trying not to look too scary.

Dudley picked up a piece of brown bean doubtfully, closed one eye and looked carefully at the bean candy in his hand, then looked at Harry whose face was as red as a monkey's butt. His intuition told him that Harry must be holding back something bad, but he didn't want to act cowardly in front of Harry.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind to eat the bean.

As soon as he put the beans in his mouth, his face immediately turned bitter, but it only lasted for a moment, and Dudley immediately changed his expression to one of enjoyment.

"What did you taste?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's chocolate flavored. Mmm, so sweet." Dudley answered immediately without thinking.

In fact, what he ate was the one that tasted like mud. He finally realized that these Bibiduo-flavored beans were not good things, and that his little cousin was trying to trick him.

Harry didn't believe it, so he picked up another purple piece, ate it, and told him it tasted like blueberry.

The two cousins ​​started to argue with each other, eating the Beebe Every Flavour Beans one bite at a time. Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore and turned and ran away.

Dudley saw Harry running first, so he stood up and followed him, shouting, "Wait for me!"

"They have a really good relationship, don't they?" Diana asked Penny with a smile as she looked at the two little brothers running away.

Penny nodded repeatedly, as fast as a sewing machine.

The big black dog was wandering around number four, Privet Drive, like a ghost. When Harry ran out to vomit, the big black dog even came over to sniff the corner of his trouser leg.

Harry was a little afraid of dogs. He stood there not daring to say a word or move. At the critical moment, it was Dudley who mustered up the courage to drive the big black dog away.

"Thank you, Dudley." Harry swore that this was the first time in his life that he liked Dudley so much.

Dudley chuckled twice but said nothing.

"I think you should lose weight, cousin." Harry said this for no reason, and was caught under the arm by Dudley, who twisted the top of his head several times with his hands.

This time it's not pure bullying like before, now it's a bit of a joke.

At least Harry wasn't as depressed as before and could still laugh heartily. The big black dog in the distance had no intention of jumping over to bite Dudley's fat butt.

Of course, it may also be because it is too greasy, and the big black dog doesn’t want to be so greasy that he can’t eat mice for several days.

Today's party was pretty good. The Dursleys spent a lot of money and everyone was satisfied, except Aunt Marge who had already returned to the farm.

Happy times are always short-lived. Before Louis left, he specifically told Harry to wait for him at the Leaky Cauldron first, and to go there to find him after Louis finished the things at hand.

Of course, Louis still has his own things to do. After all, he hasn't returned the national treasure of England yet...

He brought Napoleon to Buckingham Palace. Napoleon looked at this magnificent palace and suddenly felt something was not real.

"It seems that you have also achieved your dream, but the way is a little different." Louis teased behind him, mercilessly stabbing Napoleon's little heart.

Napoleon opened his mouth but said nothing. He was not nervous. It was just the queen. What had I, Napoleon, seen before? Alexander I of Russia was much better than her...

Soon, after the waiter informed them, the two came to the reception room. It was quite full. The aunt's family was sitting on the sofa chatting, apparently discussing the education of their eldest nephew.

Oh, no, Louis heard it, it seemed that the eldest nephew broke the hat of Napoleon III in the royal collection.

The one who led the army in person and was captured alive by the Germans in Sedan.

"It's nothing to do with a hat." Louis interrupted, and took off the hat on Napoleon's head and handed it to his nephew: "Here, you broke Napoleon III's hat, so uncle will give you Napoleon I's hat, which I just took off..."

The eldest nephew looked at Louis, then at Napoleon, and said curiously: "My God, your eyes are so red... Have we met before somewhere?"

Napoleon looked at his innocent and lovely nephew, bent down, touched his fat little face, and replied kindly: "Perhaps in your history book, little one."

At this time, the people in the living room also reacted. Auntie pointed at Napoleon and was speechless for a long time. Louis took out three British treasures and put them aside, laughing and saying, "I'm here to return your treasures, auntie."

My aunt did not answer, but asked: "This... This is Napoleon... His Majesty?"

"Ah, you mean him?" Louis turned around and pointed at Napoleon who was still laughing with his nephew: "Yes, that's him."

The first to stand up were his cousin and uncle, and they both greeted Napoleon: "Hello, Your Majesty."

"I have abdicated. There can only be one Majesty in this room." Napoleon also made a big joke.

After telling the family about Napoleon in detail, the aunt immediately said that she would definitely give Napoleon British citizenship.

Originally, his aunt wanted to confer a title on him, but Napoleon refused. His meaning was that if he was born a French citizen, he would be a French ghost after death. He took his integrity very seriously.

However, he happily accepted his uncle's invitation to stay in Buckingham Palace for a while and share some historical and military knowledge with everyone.

Men always yearn to command a large army, and my uncle is no exception. My grandfather came here that night and criticized Louis for hundreds of faults, claiming that he was an unfilial child and asked for a beating for not introducing such a great figure as Napoleon to him first.

Even though my grandfather had really commanded thousands of troops, he still admired the victorious General Napoleon.

While Louis was busy at the palace, Harry also left the Dursleys and headed for the Leaky Cauldron. Fortunately, Hermione was also going to the Leaky Cauldron with him, so when the party ended, Hermione did not leave, but stayed at the Dursleys to help him pack his luggage.

Uncle Vernon happily drove Harry and Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron. Now he no longer hated the wizarding world as much as before - after all, compared to personal emotions, pounds were obviously more important.

Who would go against the British pound?
Life in the Leaky Cauldron was great. He could sleep whenever he wanted and eat whenever he wanted. It was the first time that Harry experienced this kind of freedom. Now he could go wherever he wanted.

In the morning, he came downstairs and had breakfast in the Leaky Cauldron. He liked to sit in the corner and observe other residents - even though he had been in the wizarding world for two years, he still couldn't help but be curious about the wizarding world.

The guests were always talking loudly about a person, who seemed to be called Sirius Black. Harry was very curious, because it was said that this person was a gangster who escaped from Azkaban. He knew that Azkaban was a place where all kinds of vicious prisoners were imprisoned. Anyone who could escape from this place must be someone who was not easy to deal with.

Harry prayed that he would not meet him.

As they didn't know when Louis would arrive, Harry discussed with Hermione and decided to take a stroll in Diagon Alley and buy some small items along the way.

As a woman from old London, Hermione was not short of money. Her family could at least provide her with a few hundred gold galleons as pocket money. You know, dentistry is a very lucrative profession, especially in big cities. The bigger the city, the more money a dentist can make.

Now the two of them were sitting in the bright sunshine outside Florin's Cold Drink Shop, completing all their papers.

Normally, Hermione should have finished all her homework by now, but since she had been on vacation in France during the summer, her homework had been piling up and she had only now found time to do it.

The upside was that they both sometimes received guidance from Florin himself, who, in addition to his extensive knowledge of medieval witch burnings, also provided Harry and Hermione with free cartons of ice cream every half hour.

The two of them took great effort to explain to Boss Florin that they were not a couple, but seeing the boss's look of disbelief, they gave up the idea of ​​continuing to explain.

Ron: I should be under the car, not here.

After filling his wallet with gold Galleons, silver Sickles and copper Knuts, Harry secretly vowed to exercise self-control so as not to spend all the gold Galleons in his treasury too early - but according to his current consumption level, even if he spent money freely, it seemed that it would take decades to spend all his savings.

It turns out that it's not just women who have the same enthusiasm for shopping, men also have a different focus. The dazzling array of goods all tempted Harry's desire to buy, but in Hermione's wolf-like gaze, Harry still stopped his bold idea.

"You asked me to look after you, Harry." Hermione reminded her good friend again and again, lest he get angry.

What excited Harry the most was the Quidditch boutique shop. When he passed by, he saw many people crowding there to watch, so driven by curiosity, he pulled Hermione in to take a look.

Inside there was a new podium, and on it lay a broom--the most astonishingly beautiful broom he had ever seen.

"Just released, sample broom." A wizard with a butt chin was telling his companions.

The shop owner came out and said loudly, "The Irish international team has just ordered seven of these beautiful brooms!" The shop owner shouted to everyone, "This product is a favorite at the World Cup!"

A tall witch in front of Harry stepped aside, so he could read the instructions next to the broom: Firebolt
This type of flying broom represents the highest level of craftsmanship currently available. Its broom is made of ash wood and is streamlined and exquisite...

Halfway through reading, he was dragged away by Hermione.

"You can't look at this kind of thing! You can't afford it!" Hermione persuaded earnestly, "The price is negotiable. Just think about how expensive this kind of broom made with the highest craftsmanship would be. My God, you're still a student, how can you have such a wasteful idea!"

"I just wanted to take a look..." Harry defended palely.

"You can't even look at it!" Hermione growled.

Harry's face was filled with unhappiness as he reluctantly followed Hermione back to the Leaky Cauldron. He now regretted coming with Hermione. At least if he were here alone, even if he couldn't afford the Firebolt, he would have to sit there and watch it all day.

No, even a month of looking at it is not enough, what a beautiful broom...

As he was sitting in the bar being emo, Louis' voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this Harry? I haven't seen you for a few days. I heard you were depressed?"

Harry jumped up and saw Louis with a smirk on his face and Catherine covering her lips with the back of her hand.

"Ah, Louis, you are here at last...and Catherine, ah, where is Professor Ye?" Harry searched for a long time but couldn't find Ye Ziyan.

"Oh, Professor Ye has something to do in her country." Louis waved his hand and looked curiously at Hermione who was drinking butter beer with a puffy face: "Why are you drinking butter beer in the middle of summer? What's wrong? Your little face is puffed up like a toad..."

"You are the Toad!" Hermione waved her fist at Louis and turned her eyes to Harry: "You ask him! This prodigal brat actually wants to buy a Firebolt..."

"I just thought it looked nice, I didn't want to buy it..." Harry defended himself palely, feeling like Kong Yiji saying he didn't steal.

"And then, if you had money, would you buy it?" Louis asked with a slanted eyebrow.

Harry thought about it carefully, and nodded under Hermione's murderous gaze.

If he had the money, he would definitely buy it.

No Quidditch player could resist a Firebolt, no one.

Louis sat down, ordered a frappuccino for himself and Catherine, and reached out to touch Harry's sleek hair.

It felt pretty good, and he finally understood why Professor McGonagall always liked to touch his head.

Professor McGonagall used /pet on Louis
"Don't worry, you will get Firebolts sooner or later." Louis almost spoiled that someone was going to give him one, but luckily he changed the subject quickly: "As long as you work hard to earn enough credits in class, I think you will get Galleons, Firebolts, and everything."

(End of this chapter)