I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 186 I'd Rather Have a Yorkshire Pudding Than You

As we all know, two subjects that Hermione is not good at are flying and divination.

Probably the opposite of Elizabeth, Hermione really has no idea how to use this kind of vehicle.

Hermione, who was unable to control her broomstick, thought she would never fly again in her life, but she never expected that Hagrid's hippogriff would save her.

It’s very urgent and critical, okay?

Hermione, flying freely in the sky, experienced for the first time such a vast and open feeling, which was incomparable to anything else.

It's completely different from the feeling of flying on an airplane.

Human beings are born with a yearning and desire for the sky, but being in an iron box and feeling the air freely are two completely different feelings. Hermione screamed and laughed happily. The last time she was so happy was last time.

Until she landed on the ground, Hermione's little face was flushed, and she looked like she was still not satisfied.

"I can see you're really happy, Hermione," Hagrid said to her, smiling as he lifted her off the Hippogriff and laid her on the ground.

Hermione also smiled happily: "Of course, I have never thought about flying in the sky one day - of course, taking a plane does not count."

It took a long time for the excitement to subside. Hermione looked at the big guys in front of her with an intoxicated look, still thinking about when to fly up again.

The class was very successful. Except for Crabbe and Goyle, almost everyone was recognized by the Hippogriff and rode it for a ride.

This time, even Draco had to change his opinion of Hagrid - at least this big guy's class was not as boring as he imagined, and it was... quite, I won't admit that it was interesting!

Looking at the smiling Harry and the other two, Draco became arrogant for no reason.

After finishing a day's classes, Louis returned to the office and found that Catherine's face was even gloomier than at noon.

"Are you still angry?" Louis asked with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Catherine rushed over, hugged him in her arms, and greedily breathed in his scent.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked in surprise. It was the first time he saw Catherine being so straightforward.

Vitali said casually, "It's all because you asked for leave. The Boggart that Professor Lupin got... Tsk tsk, Catherine was frightened and fainted..."

"Huh?" Louis looked down at Catherine who still had her head buried in his chest, and asked in confusion: "What did she see? She fainted from fright? No way..."

He still couldn't believe it. What on earth could have scared Catherine to death?
"It's your body." Vitali said gloatingly, "I never thought her Boggart would be that kind of thing... Tsk tsk, a woman with a love-brain..."

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by Christasza with tape.

She could only struggle in vain and whimper, but could not make any sound.

"Okay, the Boggart is fake, I'm fine, aren't I?" Louis rubbed Catherine's blonde hair and comforted her with a smile. After a long time, Catherine reluctantly left his arms and glanced at Vitaly coldly, but her slightly red and swollen eyes really had no deterrent power, but instead destroyed the serious feeling.

Emerlis brought Ye Ziyan's letter, which said that Seris had something to do and couldn't leave for the time being, and would be back in a while. Louis didn't care much, and wrote "got it" casually, and asked Emerlis to deliver it there.

If Emeriss knew that her master made her run all this way just to send three words, she would probably think that a good meal for the mice would not be enough to solve the problem.

Speaking of owls, Hermione's Amy and Crookshanks have been fighting recently. The ginger cat with a big round face has a sour temper and can't stand its little master having other cats outside... owls.

It turned out that Crookshanks liked to bully Ron's Scabbers, but now Crookshanks has no time to care about Scabbers. His greatest pleasure every day is to tease Amy until he drives her out of the cage.

It only knew that it won, but it didn't know that Amy was actually just delivering a letter and originally lived in the Owl Shed.

Louis took a leave of absence for half a month, so his courses were temporarily taken over by Lupin. Harry's mood had become not so good since the first class. When he came out of Professor Lupin's office, that bad mood became even worse.

This donkey face continued until the weekend, when everyone went to Hogsmeade, and it evolved to the level of taking care of the senior brother.

"Professor McGonagall, I, I don't know why, why can't you let me go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked Professor McGonagall with a red face, "I obviously have the guardian's signature, you see, even my uncle agrees that I can go to Hogsmeade!"

"I'm sorry, kid. You are a key protected person of the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius Black is at large. I can't let you take risks." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity. How could she want to keep Harry in Hogwarts?
She really doesn't want to be the evil one.

Furious, Harry could only run to the Room of Requirement to vent his anger until he was exhausted.

When I came out, I saw Lupin.

"Mind talking to me, Harry?"

Let’s not talk about what Harry and Lupin said, let’s just talk about Hogsmeade.

As a professor, Louis can naturally enter the Three Broomsticks Bar with Catherine.

Scotland in September still had heavy frost and dew, and the two entered the bar in the cool early morning air.

The proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, is a lady with lingering charm. She is not like in the movies, but more like Monica Bellucci, the beautiful Sicilian legend. Her mature charm is only half as good as Solanlian's.

Of course, Solanlian was also sitting in the bar.

Seeing Louis and Catherine come in, Solanlian walked over, touched Catherine's head, kissed her on the cheek, then touched Louis' face and kissed the corner of Louis' lips with her red lips.

This woman is so capable.

"Is this your daughter? She has grown so big..." Madam Rosmerta exclaimed, "I should say, she is much prettier than you were when you were young."

"The waves of the Thames push forward. My daughter is prettier than me, which is something I am happy about." Solanlian glanced at Louis seductively, but when she turned to look at Ms. Rosmerta, she put on a serious expression in an instant: "This little man is Emma's son."

"She looks exactly like her." Madam Rosmerta chuckled as she mixed two glasses of juice. "Ms. Charming's son is also a Charming man, but he is so devoted to your daughter. It seems your daughter is also capable."

"Of course, don't you see whose daughter she is?" Solanlian looked very proud. The two juniors just greeted Ms. Rosmerta politely and sat in a private room nearby. They really didn't want to talk to Solanlian, the old fox.

It should be said that you don't want to be eaten to the bone by this flat-headed honeypot.

It is Slytherin's instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.

But they both forgot that trouble will find them automatically.

When the guests gradually filled the bar, the door of the private room was opened by Solanlian, who sat down next to Catherine with a gust of fragrance.

“So, you have completely kidnapped my good daughter?” Solanlian looked at Louis unkindly, then turned to Catherine and asked, “You didn’t even ask to come home to accompany me, an empty-nester, for the entire summer vacation. I really raised you in vain!”

"It would have been better to give birth to a Yorkshire pudding than to give birth to you," Louise replied.

"Yes! Giving birth to you is worse than giving birth to a Yorkshire pudding!" Solanlian said, glancing at Louis out of the corner of her eyes.

Louis felt a small foot resting on his leg.

"Hmph, I won't go back home if you tease me every time. I have Mr. Little Deer now!" Catherine snorted, expressing her protest against her not-so-old mother.

"Then I'm so sad." Solanlian made a sad expression: "If your aunt Emma is still alive, she will definitely laugh at me when she sees you treating me like this."

"That's all your own fault, Lian." Louis interrupted without thinking too much.

The mother and daughter bickered for the entire morning, and in the end Solanlian won.

Catherine angrily dragged Louis out of the Three Broomsticks. She swore that the next time she came to Hogsmeade, she would turn around and leave when she saw Solanlian.

It's better than being dealt with like this.

Louis has become accustomed to the days when the mother and daughter quarrel whenever they meet. He now even doubts whether their Cassandra will be like this with Catherine in the future.

As for young trees, if they are not pruned they will not grow straight, so just give them a good lesson when the time comes.

When he returned to Hogwarts, Harry became completely withdrawn. He sat in the Great Hall in a very depressed state, looking as if he was wondering who he was, where he was, and what he should do.

After seeing his friends come back, Harry started to drag them over to complain, secretly saying that Hogwarts was too strict. He then shifted the blame to the Ministry of Magic, but this time he was not in a good mood. Finally, he shifted the blame to poor Sirius Black, with a lot of criticism.

"Why! Why did he betray my parents!" Harry was completely Spartan, holding his head and screaming wildly.

No one had any definite answer to comfort him, and they could only accompany him through this heartbreaking time.

Fortunately, Harry was heartless and got over it quickly. As a young man, sadness is only temporary and he will feel better quickly if he lets it out.

When they walked back, they found that the corridor and stairs in front of the Gryffindor Common Room were crowded with people, surrounding the portrait of the Fat Lady, but not going in.

"Why are they standing here and not going in?" Ron asked puzzledly.

Harry looked over the heads and saw that the portrait seemed to be closed.

"Please let me pass." This was Percy's voice. He walked out of the crowd proudly: "Why are you all blocking here? I don't think all of you have forgotten the password like Neville - I'm sorry, I'm the chairman of the student union, please let me pass -"

The crowd quieted, starting at the front, so that it was like a chill spreading through the corridor, and they heard Percy's voice, suddenly sharp.

"Hurry - go to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor and ask Professor Dumbledore to come to you!"

The tone of these words sounds a bit like going to the Western Paradise to invite the Buddha.

Louis was also in the crowd, and it was a little hard to see with his height advantage. He looked around and asked Ron, "How is your eyesight?"

"Ah? Hermione has the best eyesight, mine is just average." Ron said subconsciously modestly.

"You want me to hold her? That's fine with me." Louis shrugged.

Ron's face flushed. He didn't want Louis, a playboy, to hug Hermione. He said quickly, "Well, my eyes are the best. What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to lift you up so I can see what's going on ahead!" Louis said with a look of disappointment.

Ron, who was lifted up, had a good field of vision and could easily see what had happened. He shouted, "Oh my god, there are several scratches on the Fat Lady's portrait... Oh my God, Harry..."

Louis put him down and saw Ron shaking Harry in fear: "The scratches... look like a big dog, my God, do you remember your tea?"

"Of course I remember...but this..." Harry was stunned. No matter how much he tried to deceive himself, he could not deny that the big black dog of the tea leaves was coming true. The big dog was heading towards the Gryffindor common room, obviously coming for him...it was almost certain!
After a while, Dumbledore arrived. He looked at the students seriously, and the students subconsciously made way. Everyone saw clearly what had happened to the Fat Lady's portrait - pieces of canvas were scattered all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas were completely torn from the frame. Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting and said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the Fat Lady in every painting in the castle."

"You're lucky." A hoarse voice said above them. Everyone looked up and saw it was Peeves, singing and dancing and looking really annoying.

After all, this guy is afraid of chaos in the world. Now seeing this scene, not setting off a few fireworks is already the most restrained behavior on his part.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Professor Dumbledore asked expressionlessly.

Peeves stood up straight, his smile faded, and he put on a slightly flattering smile, saying in a sly voice: "Oh, my dear Head Professor, of course I know where the Fat Lady is. She is really scared and is hiding in the landscape painting on the fifth floor, among the trees, my Head Professor."

"Poor thing," he added, but he didn't seem to feel any sympathy at all.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

Peeves was very angry and chuckled: "Of course she did. She wouldn't let him in and he was very angry. You know - he has a really bad temper, doesn't he? That Sirius Black..."

(End of this chapter)