I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 203 Nurmengard
Of course, no one would eat durian-filled buns in front of Louis.

This is a British magic school. No Chinese people who live a good life come here to study, so there is no need to be wary of the durian-filled buns for the time being.

The tension between Vitalie and Veronica was very strong, and Louis was really afraid that the two of them would suddenly draw their wands and shoot Cruciatus or Avada Kedavra at each other.

He had no doubt about the resentment between the two men. In the struggle in the food industry, Italy and France were eternal enemies.

What? You mean England?

Hahahaha...the British themselves didn't believe it and said that the joke was very good and they shouldn't tell it again next time.

Principal Dumbledore's speech was still not very informative. It was nothing more than a review of the past and a prospect for the future, and he encouraged the students to be good young people of the new era.

Professor McGonagall added further that there was a small group of people in Hogwarts who did not study, skipped classes every day, and liked to play pranks. This behavior was shameful and the biggest betrayal of Hogwarts. If she caught such a situation again, it would not be solved by deducting points.

But the Weasley twins didn't seem to care much, since Professor McGonagall couldn't catch them anyway.

They are both really inflated. It's not a question of whether Professor McGonagall can catch them or not, but whether she wants to catch them or not.

The Halloween party ended with Sirius winning first place with an overwhelming advantage, which showed how much resentment the students of all grades in the other three colleges had towards Snape.

Louis and Catherine's Gryffindor costume did not get many votes. The Gryffindor classmates were disappointed, and the Slytherin classmates did not like this outfit. The two of them did not care about it, they just did it for fun.

After returning to the office, Louis sent Tom and Jerry back home through the rat hole. After chasing Christasza back to the bedroom like a chicken, Louis stared at Catherine, who was dressed in Gryffindor, put his palms together and began to rub them constantly.

"What's that weird thing you're doing?" Catherine laughed softly at the amusement.

"Fly rubbing hands," Louis answered truthfully.

“Hahaha…” Catherine was so amused that she fell backwards. It was really thanks to Louis that he could come up with this action and this term.

It’s so apt, isn’t it?

"Come in." Louis put his arm around Catherine's slender waist and made a suggestion that was not easy to refuse.

Catherine snorted softly, gave Louis a charming look, and walked into the bedroom first.

When Louis woke up the next day, he opened his eyes and saw Christasa standing beside the bed.

"What's wrong? Chris?" Louise got out of bed and dressed without hesitation.

Christasa's face flushed slightly, and she stared at Louis' abdominal muscles without blinking, and it seemed that her saliva was about to flow out.

"Chris, Chris?" Seeing that Christasa didn't respond, Louise waved her hand in front of her eyes, which brought her back to her senses.

"Oh... um, ah!" Like a fool, Christasza realized it later. She shook her head, trying to get Louis' abdominal muscles out of her mind, but it became clearer and clearer.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has informed you to come to him when you wake up."

After saying this, Christasza hurried away.

Catherine's voice sounded behind him: "Why did Headmaster Dumbledore call you so early? This is not his style."

"How would I know?" Louis put on his clothes, turned around and put his hand under the quilt, gently patting Catherine's flat belly, like beating a drum: "I'll go over and take a look first. Professor Dumbledore must have called me for more than just something. It must be something."

"Just talking nonsense." Catherine glanced at him with a misty look and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

……

Eighth floor, principal's office.

Louis, who was dressed neatly, looked at Dumbledore who was nodding off in his seat, wondering whether he should wake him up.

The elderly don't get enough rest. What if this causes him to have a heart attack? Then wouldn't that handsome old Austrian guy have to fight with me?

Who knew that Phineas Black was shouting in the back, not caring at all about the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore was sleeping.

"Hey, look who's here? Isn't this our Slytherin genius? Oh, my dear Louis, thank you for saving the only child of the Black family."

"This is what I should do, Principal Phineas." Louis nodded slightly politely, looking extremely elegant.

"Elegant, so elegant!" Principal Phineas was halfway through shouting when he was tied to a chair by several other principals and his mouth was gagged.

Louis spread his hands to show that he could not help.

"Oh, you're here, Louis." Dumbledore was also woken up by Phineas at this time. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, took out a pair of glasses with half-moon lenses from the drawer, wiped them carefully, put them on, and said slowly: "Sorry, please forgive an old man who loves to sleep. After all, I'm old and my energy is really not up to par..."

"You were crazy with them until 3:30 last night. It's strange that you are still in good spirits." Louis ruthlessly exposed Dumbledore's trick.

Dumbledore said calmly, "You actually discovered it. Haha, young people nowadays..."

"So what exactly do you want to talk to me about?" Louis went straight to the point. He knew Dumbledore very well. If he didn't get straight to the point with him, he would definitely ramble on about Pluto and then slowly bring the topic back.

Old London loves this kind of thing, hey, authentic...

"It's nothing serious. I just want to take you to visit an old friend." Headmaster Dumbledore said leisurely.

"Old friend?" Louis asked suspiciously. Dumbledore had so many old friends. Could he be taking him to Newt Scamander's house? He had long wanted to meet this legendary Hufflepuff senior, but he had never had the chance.

"You'll find out if you come with me." Dumbledore's speech was still slow.

Louis shrugged. He was used to Old Dumbledore, the Riddler.

The key is something that you don't want to use a second time after using it once, at least that's what Louis thought. He and Dumbledore used the key to come to France and bought a train ticket to Austria.

It's quite postmodern, is this intended to be retro?

The two of them were alone in a cubicle. Louis scratched his shoulder and asked belatedly, "What are we two going to do in Austria? Do you have any friends there?"

He obviously hadn't reacted yet, still wondering why Newt wasn't in Austria, and why Nicolas Flamel wasn't there either. Dumbledore didn't rush to answer his question, but stopped a snack clerk and bought a bunch of snacks.

He picked up two lollipops from the pile of snacks, handed one to Louis, and opened the other one skillfully and put it into his mouth. Soon, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Louis picked up the lollipop and took a look. Hey, it’s an old acquaintance. I had eaten it a lot in my previous life. Isn’t this the Alps?

Yes, Alpine is also sold in Europe, after all, it is an Italian brand.

It’s the brand called “Alpenliebe”, which was founded in 1966. To be honest, the ingredients of this candy are quite complicated, and it’s really… quite unique that an Italian product is named in German.

"Alpen" means Alps in German, and "Liebe" means "love" in German. Normally, it should be translated as Love in the Alps.

"I really like these little candies from Muggles. Muggles are always more creative than wizards." Dumbledore said as he tasted them.

"Don't you see how many Muggles there are in the world? With such a large base, there will always be a large number of creative talents emerging." Louis shrugged and did not open the lollipop, but returned it to Dumbledore.

First, he doesn't like sugar very much, and second, he is not interested in hydrogenated vegetable oil in Alpine.

Try to eat less of this kind of thing.

The train started and in more than an hour we reached Austria.

Looking at the open plains in the distance and the cows and horses that often appear on the road, it really makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"It should be said that Austria is a great country." Dumbledore found a more comfortable position and sat back down. "When I was a child, Austria and Hungary were still one country. It seemed to be called the 'Austria-Hungary Empire'. Yes, yes, the emperor was Franz."

"Austria is indeed a great country. It has two most successful things. Do you know what they are?" Louis asked while looking out the window.

Dumbledore actually thought about it seriously, then shook his head and answered honestly: "I don't know."

"The two most successful things Austria has done is to make everyone think that the man with a mustache is German and that Beethoven is Austrian." Louis spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I've never thought of this tricky angle. Now that you mention it, it seems that Austrians are really very cunning."

"Who said it wasn't? So what are we doing in Austria? We can't be here to visit the academy of some failed art student, right?" Louis asked casually.

"That's not the case. We are going to Nurmengard this time." Dumbledore told the truth.

Louis was stunned for a moment, then made a meaningful expression: "Oh——"

"You are just like your mother." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "Gellert might not argue with your mother because she is a lively and lovely little girl, but you..." At this point, Dumbledore looked him up and down. "You can't say for sure."

"Why?" Lewis was anxious. When can we men stand up? It's really angry, shaking, and cold.

"You don't look like you're fourteen." Dumbledore told the truth. Whose fourteen-year-old child grows up to be over 1.80 meters tall?

Hey, how come there is none? Look at Seris in the distance. It is possible that the child’s last name is Yao…

Louis was silent. Is it my fault that I grow up so fast?
After a long while, he asked, "Why did you suddenly remember to take me to see Mr. Grindelwald? I remember he is not a felon?"

"Perhaps." Dumbledore remained noncommittal. "But I don't think so. It's just that some of his ideas were not suitable for the society at that time."

"I seem to have heard about this from others." Louis sat up straight, "It seems that he still has quite a few followers now?"

Dumbledore looked at him and said nothing.

"That's right. After all, you still have the Order of the Phoenix." Louis curled his lips and said, "I heard that Mr. Grindelwald's organization is called something like that. Oh, the Order of Saints? Tsk, what a middle-aged old man."

"A man remains a boy until he dies," Dumbledore commented pertinently.

"You're right, men remain young until they die." This time, Louis' attitude was surprisingly consistent with Dumbledore's.

Nurmengard is one of the two most famous prisons in Rowling's original works, the other being the well-known Azkaban.

Ironically, when Grindelwald came to power, he built this prison to imprison his opponents. Grindelwald's slogan "For the greater good" was engraved at the entrance of the prison, but now, he himself is imprisoned in this prison.

But it should be said that his abdication was quite decent, at least his end was similar to that of Napoleon. But Napoleon was better than him in that at least he was an entire island.

Perhaps these two people will have a lot in common after meeting each other - the same high spirits, the same invincibility, and the same failure.

It’s just that Grindelwald’s defeat was a little more romantic.

Nurmengard was built among the mountains, surrounded by a deserted area. On the hillside stood a lonely prison castle.

Cold, dark and uninhabited are its synonyms. From a distance, it looks eerie and frightening. There is snow on both sides of the castle that never melts all year round, but there is no snow on top of the tower.

How strange! Let me take another look.

There was magic here to prevent apparitions, so the two had no choice but to walk up.

The castle was eerie and cold, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Louis shivered - he regretted not wearing enough today.

It’s all Dumbledore’s fault. He didn’t even tell me where he was going. Otherwise, would Christrasza have prepared some thick clothes for him?
But Dumbledore was obviously well prepared, he was wearing very warm clothes, and Louis felt even more unbalanced when he saw Dumbledore's thick robe and scarf.

"Professor, you are not kind." Louis couldn't help but say.

Professor Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Isn't it inappropriate for you to come and blame me now if you don't put on more clothes yourself?"

Louis looked at him speechlessly, thinking, you can do it, you are really good, professor...

I've found the root of the twins' love of mischief. You Gryffindors are all like this!
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the small room at the top of the tower. For some reason, Louis felt a little nervous.

This is the real Dark Lord, the one that countless people use to step on the nose-less Grindelwald.

(End of this chapter)