I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 183 Genius Flying Girl
"cousin."

A female voice sounded in Louis’ ears.

Louis turned around and saw his distant cousin, little Elizabeth of Gloucester.

(Character card of the leader Luminas Yanghen)
It was a bit embarrassing. He didn't pay any attention to the sorting ceremony just now. He didn't even know when his cousin was sorted or which college she went to.

Catherine noticed Louis' embarrassment and said first: "Welcome to Slytherin."

"Are you my cousin's girlfriend?" Elizabeth looked Catherine up and down, stretched out her right hand, and smiled reservedly: "I am Elizabeth Gloucester, nice to meet you."

"Catherine Worley." Catherine also held Elizabeth's little hand.

Louis held back the question "Why did you come to Hogwarts?" He remembered that his aunt had called him before and said that little Elizabeth from the Gloucester family had received the admission letter.

He completely forgot about this matter. I should say he is a real scumbag. He always forgets something important during the holidays every semester.

"How is it? Do you like the environment here?" Louis began to make amends, trying to restore his image in his sister's heart.

Young Elizabeth did not notice that her cousin had forgotten about her. She looked at Dumbledore in the guest of honor seat, then at the students from the four major colleges, and said with a smile, "It's not bad. It's quite fresh... at least it's not as boring as a Muggle school."

Louis said, secretly giving his sister a look of identification.

Talents: Charms (9), Potions (6), Transfiguration (10), Dark Arts (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (10), Flying (17), Herbology (4), Divination (8).

Louis looked at his sister's measurements... no, her attributes, and thought that Slytherin Quidditch was saved.

At least the Gryffindor dynasty ruled by Harry seemed to be unstable.

"Lilibet," Louis said again, "Have you ever heard of Quidditch?"

"Quidditch?" Elizabeth tilted her head and thought about it, then shook her head and denied it: "I've never heard of it."

Louis didn't know his distant cousin very well, so he could only smile and say, "How about this, I'll go and watch the Quidditch game in a few days and you'll know."

"A competition?" Elizabeth's eyes lit up. "Is it a sports competition? Like football or basketball, right?"

As he said this, he looked at his good cousin with longing.

"Well, maybe a little wilder than these two." Louis said a little embarrassedly. In order not to scare his sister away, he could only try his best to round it up: "It's just riding on a flying broom, it's very exciting..."

"Flying broom! Cool!" Elizabeth clenched her fists, as if she was imagining herself soaring in the blue sky.

Her voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of the students around her.

"Marcus." Louis saw the big buck teeth (Aunt Rowling's bug), he patted his sister on the shoulder and introduced Marcus: "This is my sister, Elizabeth Gloucester, a very talented seeker."

Marcus didn't dare to ask how you knew that. His Highness's order was an imperial decree, so he just had to follow it.

"Okay, Your Highness. We will take Ms. Gloucester for special training tomorrow."

He had already thought it through. After all, she was His Highness's sister. Since His Highness was so powerful, his sister must also be gifted.

Louis thought about it and said, "Let's use Draco's broom first. I guess you didn't buy a broom, did you?"

Draco heard his name, turned his head and looked back, then absentmindedly turned back to the food in front of him.

Harry and Ron also heard the conversation here. Harry came up to greet them with a smile, "Hello, Louise's sister. My name is Harry Potter. If you don't have a broom, you can temporarily use my Nimbus 2000..."

Elizabeth smiled politely and said to Louis, "No need... Louis, I saw the Firebolt in the flying broom shop before, so I ordered one. It should arrive tomorrow, right?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

"Oh?" Louis became interested: "How much did it cost? I know that old guy Richard. He is old Grandet. It is harder than climbing to the sky to get some money from him. If you make him angry again..."

"Dad is not as stingy as you say!" Elizabeth snorted. "I bought it with my pocket money. It's not expensive, just under 30,000 pounds. Things in your wizarding world are really cheap..."

"Thirty thousand pounds? How many Galleons is that?" Ron asked stupidly. Coming from a purely magical family, he had no idea of ​​the purchasing power of the pound.

"More than 5,000 Galleons, which is almost my living expenses for a month..." Elizabeth looked indifferent. She would ask her father for more after spending all the money.

For her, who came from a relatively well-off family, money came like the wind.

For a moment, Harry didn't want to struggle anymore, and words like "rich woman is hungry for food" almost jumped out of his mouth.

Fortunately, he was thinking of Ginny in his heart and did not lose his composure.

He and Ron returned to their seats dejectedly. What kind of person was this... too extravagant!
According to tradition, before Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, they all sang the Hogwarts school song. After being baptized by Roma Yale last year, students from the other three colleges were looking forward to what Slytherin would do this year.

Did not disappoint everyone, this year's Qi Tu Su.

The tune used is "Self-destruction without attack"... No, it's the tune of "Unbreakable Alliance".

All the students wanted to shout "Ura".

After the school song chorus ended, the students walked towards their respective colleges under the guidance of their class leaders.

Louis didn't rush back to his office. He asked Catherine and Christasza to go back and clean up the room first, and he followed the prefect to the Slytherin common room.

As per convention, he had to give a lecture to the freshmen, which was also a rule.

"I won't say more." Louis didn't have the bad habit of talking endlessly like some people. He simply said, "Slytherin is a collective. I hope everyone can unite as one."

"It's okay to form cliques, classmates, but don't go too far." He also briefly introduced his cousin Elizabeth of Gloucester to the classmates, as if he was going to play a game of power transfer with Elizabeth.

They are our family, we can’t let outsiders take advantage of us, right?
The classmates looked at Elizabeth who looked harmless, and no one dared to underestimate her. Who knew what strange magic Louis had taught her?

Of course, all this is not without a price. The price is that Elizabeth has to undergo intensive training every day. First, Ron and Harry take her to the Room of Requirement for training. When she is almost done with the training, she will be put into the mirror world for further strengthening.

As the sister of the King of Rolls, shouldn't I roll it up in the river?

In the Ganges.

The next morning, Louis woke up refreshed. There was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, and he didn't choose many classes, so it was a leisure time. The first class was Divination at nine o'clock, taught by Professor Sybill Trelawney, a well-known wizard at Hogwarts.

"I need to remind you that Professor Trelawney is a bit weird." Catherine forked a roasted tomato for Louis: "You need to eat more vegetables, so that you can be healthy."

"I found that I won't gain weight no matter what I eat, so I'd better eat some meat." Louis said, forking the roasted tomato back to Catherine's plate.

Of course Catherine refused to do so. She said with some embarrassment: "What you eat has to do with... Anyway, you are not allowed to eat meat. It tastes better when you eat more vegetables!"

Louis was stunned for a moment, then he understood the car that Catherine was driving.

He accepted the grilled tomato with a smile. Never mind, he might as well consider it as serving the people.

Eating more vegetables is actually good.

The Divination class is on the rooftop of the North Tower. It takes about seven or eight minutes to walk there from the office on the third floor. In fact, Hogwarts Castle is really big.

For a person like Louis who has a poor sense of direction, it is quite difficult to go to the North Tower from the third floor. Fortunately, Christasza volunteered to step forward, which resolved his crisis of poor sense of direction.

When I walked to the eighth floor, I came across a huge painting of a vast prairie.

"I don't like grasslands." Louis admired the painting in front of him and commented: "Somewhere, grassland is a not so... well, not a good analogy."

"Huh?" Christasa didn't understand what Louis was saying. Or maybe she didn't listen at all and was just struggling with the Twister in her hand.

Louis knew what kind of personality the Dragon Maid had, but he didn't delve into it and continued walking along the corridor. In front of him was a narrow spiral staircase.

"Right here, I'll go back first, my master." Christasza didn't give Louis a chance to refuse, and flashed back to the office on the third floor.

Climbing up the last few steps, Louis stepped onto a small platform. Most of the people who signed up for the divination class were here. There was no one on the staircase platform. Looking around, he saw a round trap door on the ceiling with a bronze plate on it.

It reads "Sybill Trelawney, Divination Master."

"Let us in, Professor Trelawney," Louis said softly.

As if in answer, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder appeared before him.

Climbing up the ladder, he came to an extremely strange classroom - in fact, it was not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of a Chinese attic and an English teahouse. There were at least twenty small round tables squeezed into the classroom. Around each table was an Indian printed armchair with a bulging small cushion. The curtains were drawn to block the intrusion of sunlight. The classroom was too warm, the fireplace was filled to the brim, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, emitting an indescribable fragrance.

The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with gray feather ornaments, candle stubs, worn playing cards, ancient Serian coins, tortoise shells, yarrow, countless silver crystal balls, and a large collection of tea services.

Suddenly a voice came from the shadows. It was a soft and vague voice, and it was obvious that it was that of an old charlatan.

"Welcome..." the voice said, "It's great to finally see you in the physical world."

Louis was really afraid that she would say that she wanted to tell the fortune and pay a dollar.

Professor Trelawney walked out of the shadows. She was very thin, and her big glasses took up half of her face. The glasses were about as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, which magnified her eyes a little.

She was wearing a thin, transparent, glittering shawl like a sara. There were many necklaces and beads hanging on her slender neck, and various bracelets and rings on her arms. It was obvious that each small ornament was of a different style.

The different styles here are not just different, but it is obvious at a glance that each one is not the product of the same civilization.

"Sit, my children, sit," said Professor Trelawney, and the students climbed into the chairs or sank into the bulging cushions.

Louis and Draco sat together at a small table. Harry and the other two looked at each other and came over to sit with them.

Seeing Harry coming, Draco smiled crookedly, tilted his head back and fainted.

Installed.

Harry was so angry that he almost stepped on him.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting down in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace. "I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have met me before. After all, my life may not have any real interaction with the material world."

What's up? You still have time to chat with Cthulhu?
"Since you have chosen Divination," Professor Trelawney said, and began to adjust her shawl. The students did not dare to breathe, and watched Professor Trelawney fiddle with it carefully for a long time before she raised her head and continued, "I must warn you at the outset that this is the most difficult course in all magical arts. If you do not have 'sight', then there is very little I can teach you. In this regard, books can only take you so far."

Professor Trelawney said this, indicating a very tiny distance with her hand.

After hearing this, the four people at the table focused their eyes on Hermione's face. Hermione was also a little flustered. She was surprised to hear that the books for this course were of no use.

"Many witches and wizards, despite their genius at creating loud noises, scents, and sudden invisibility, are unable to see past the fog that is the future," Professor Trelawney continued, a light flickering across her bottle-bottom glasses. "This gift is possessed by very few, you, boy."

She suddenly said to Neville, "Is your grandma okay?"

Neville was so frightened that he almost fell off the cushion. He replied tremblingly: "I think it's okay?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." Professor Trelawney said, and the dancing flames began to dance on her earrings, making the mysterious aura of the charlatan even more eerie.

(End of this chapter)