I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 21 The impact is extremely bad
Louis walked to the cafeteria to eat in a daze. He didn't listen to the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at all.

Sitting at the table, eating vegetable leaves from time to time, his mind had already drifted to the special meal on Sunday night.

"Hey, hey, Louis, brother, wake up." Harry and Ron's concerned voices rang in his ears.

"Oh? Yeah." Louis then realized that it was time to eat.

"What's wrong with you? You've been like this since you came out of class." Harry asked with concern.

"It's Professor Quirrell's after-school tutoring. I really... don't want to go."

A Louis lost dream.

"It would be so cool to have after-school tutoring from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Ron's face was filled with longing, and his tone was the same: "Think about it, Professor Quirrell is a man who has fought against vampires, how could he be weak? Louis, you should be happy."

Louis rolled his eyes at Ron: "Si tacuisess, philosophus mansisses."

Ron looked at Harry, then at Louis, with a question mark on his face: "What are you talking about?"

A cute voice interrupted at the right time: "If you shut up, you'll look smarter."

Ron looked back and saw a little girl with a bouffant head and big buck teeth looking at him.

It was Hermione Granger.

"It's you." Ron said with annoyance: "Damn it, why are you so rude?"

"This is the translation of what Mr. Mountbatten said." Hermione rolled her eyes. "He spoke Latin, a very ancient language."

"Amazing." Ron said his catchphrase again: "Louis, you even know ancient languages?"

Harry next to him chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"fine."

Harry held back his laughter, thinking of Ron's completely different attitudes towards Hermione and Louis, and laughed again.

"It's just a language. Doesn't Miss Granger understand it?" Louis smiled and nodded to Hermione: "Good afternoon, Miss Granger."

"Hello, Your Highness." Hermione was no longer as calm as when she first interrupted, but rather a little nervous. She was born into a Muggle middle class family and knew Louis' identity very well.

"I hope you won't blame me for being presumptuous."

"How could that be?" Louis chuckled gently: "Just call me Louis, this is Hogwarts, we are all classmates now." He stretched out his hand and Hermione shook it.

The two hands touched and separated, and Louise said gently: "I hope we can be friends, smart girl from Gryffindor."

"Louis..." Hermione was still a little embarrassed: "It's an honor to be your friend."

"What can she do?" Ron held two chicken legs with a look of disgust.

Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Hey, your little animal circle has a new playmate?" The senior's voice sounded behind Louis: "Hmm, a beaver? Sure enough... it fits the image of your little animal circle." Louis looked back and saw that the senior was wearing a white shirt with a green ribbon tied in a bow at the collar. She was wearing a black woolen coat with green edges and a black pleated skirt that reached above the knees. Under the skirt were two slender legs wrapped in black cotton socks and a pair of brown leather shoes. Louis secretly admired what a proud and cold Slytherin Snake House beauty.

The senior sister still wore the same white lace gloves she always wore.

"I'm not a beaver!" Hermione exploded, she stood up and retorted angrily.

Ron quickly and quietly tugged at her sleeve, whispering: "You're asking for your life... This is the most powerful senior in the whole Hogwarts... Just say you're a beaver, it won't cost you a piece of meat."

There is one more thing I haven’t said. If you keep doing this, sooner or later you will lose some meat.

No matter what they say or what they say, if something really happens, Ron will still stand on Hermione's side.

"Oh, the little beaver is angry." A hint of coldness flashed in Catherine's emerald eyes.

"I'm not a little beaver!" Hermione was furious. She bit her lips with her big teeth, making her pink lower lip pale. Tears sparkled in her eyes and were about to fall.

Louis put down his knife and fork and advised seriously: "Okay, Catherine, stop talking... Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Our little deer classmate can't bear to part with his Miss Beaver?"

Catherine refused to give in, but still followed Louis out of the auditorium.

"Bully! She really is a bully!" Hermione accused Ron and Harry with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Levicorpus!"

"Protego!"

Catherine's spell was resisted by Louis who was well prepared. She glanced at Louis with an indifferent look, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was obvious.

"Enough! Wally!" Louis frowned and looked at the senior in front of him. He really didn't expect that Catherine would dare to cast an evil curse on her classmates in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall came over angrily, staring at Catherine with a stern look, her mouth twitching. After a while, she scolded sternly: "The influence is extremely bad! Miss Worley, because of your behavior, Slytherin will be deducted 50 points!"

The Slytherins exploded with a buzz, as if a hornet's nest had been disturbed.

Hermione collapsed in her chair, she was really terrified, she covered her face with her hands and cried loudly, big tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like they were free. Ron patted her shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

Catherine sneered and turned to walk towards the seats on the other side of the aisle. Wherever her eyes fell, the little snakes who were whispering to each other suddenly fell silent.

Louis sat next to Hermione, thinking for a long time and not knowing how to comfort her. In the end, he could only say, "I'm sorry, Hermione."

"It's okay. This has nothing to do with you, Louis." Hermione sobbed and comforted Louis, "You are also a victim. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"My friend has a very bad personality... You are very courageous to stand up to her. You know, many senior students don't have the courage." Straight man Louis comforted her: "But in fact, she is a cold-faced person with a warm heart..."

At this point, Louis himself laughed: "It's really a jerk to say that. Even if you are cold on the outside but warm on the inside, you shouldn't treat others like this."

He blinked his eyes and said, "Why don't you practice the spell with us? Maybe one day you can take revenge yourself. Just imagine hanging that bad woman upside down with a fuchsia bell."

(End of this chapter)