I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Solanlian's Sleepy Coffee

Under Solanlian's flickering gaze, Louis stopped drinking coffee and threw a discerning eye at the coffee.

Hot Coffee (Spiked Version): Solanlian's hand-ground coffee, which tastes excellent, but it is mixed with her special potion, which may cause you to fall into a deep sleep a few hours after drinking it.

That’s right, this is the real Solanlian.

Seeing Louis put down the coffee cup in his hand, Catherine's heart tightened, and she quickly put it down as well.

At the same time, ripples flashed in front of Louis, and the next moment, Solanlian was tied up by the golden rope transformed by Louis' magic spell.

Louis walked up to Solanlian, marveled at the binding skills of the spell, and lifted her chin with his wand: "I expected you to have this trick, Sister Lian."

"Hmph." Solanlian put on an appearance of unyielding loyalty, just like a French guerrilla captured by the German army.

"Little Moon." Louis turned his head and waved.

Catherine understood, picked up the coffee on the table, walked over and handed it to Solanlian.

"I hope you can cooperate, Mom."

Solanlian snorted, closed her eyes and refused to look at the two people in front of her, looking extremely arrogant.

Louis waved his wand and pried open Solanlian's mouth, and then Catherine poured two cups of coffee into Solanlian's mouth.

"You're still very cooperative, hehe." Louis pinched her face, and then he saw her losing her mind under the influence of coffee.

"Let her rest in the room, really." Louis shook his head and sighed. This woman is really...tsk tsk.

……

Because of this incident, Solanlian was angry for several days, and she was still angry when Louis and the others set out for Sirius's home at 12 Grimmauld Place.

It was very early in the morning when they got there, and only Sirius was up, kicking the house-elf with his feet.

The elf was almost naked except for a dirty rag around his waist. He seemed to have many times more skin than his body actually needed. His head was bald, but there was a lot of white hair growing in his two large bat-like ears. His eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was so big that it looked like a pig's nose.

Besides his unsightly appearance, this guy's mouth really deserves a beating.

"The young master is a disgusting, ungrateful and dirty bastard who has broken his mother's heart—" Kreacher, who was beaten, muttered while holding his head, making Sirius wish he could cast a spell to shut him up forever.

When Hermione arrived, the house-elf Kreacher scolded everyone including his master Sirius. The words he used were so rich and complicated that even Snape could hardly match him.

But Hermione, the elf protectionist, was not angry. Instead, she looked at him with pity. This really stirred up a hornet's nest, and Kreacher's abusive words made it even more difficult.

"Okay, Sirius, stop hitting him, he's already pitiful enough." Hermione pleaded for Kreacher pitifully.

Kreacher immediately retorted, "I don't need your pity, you stinky little mudblood."

Hermione was choked by this sentence, but Louis laughed with glee.

It is an eternal truth that evildoers must be dealt with by evildoers.

But then again, Kreacher's attitude towards Louis was quite good. It couldn't be said to be respectful, but at least he was nervous. Louis immediately realized that it was 100% certain that his mother had given Kreacher some loving education in the past.

When Louis confirmed this guess from Kreacher's mouth, he laughed even more happily.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Sirius left Kreacher, glared at him fiercely, then turned to Harry's room to wake him up.

Louis followed him and walked into Harry's room, where he saw Harry lying straight on the bed.

"You're in the sun, Harry," Louis greeted with a grin.

Sirius looked at Louis, then at Harry, and said with a smile, "I've always believed that good friends should call each other by nicknames, so that they can appear closer. For example, James liked to call me Padfoot, and I preferred to call him Prongs..."

"What do you call him then?" Louis has never been very good at giving people nicknames.

Sirius thought for a long time but still couldn't think of a nickname suitable for Harry.

Louis turned around and shouted, "Kathy, if you were to give Harry a nickname, what do you think would suit him?"

Catherine answered immediately without even thinking: "Scarhead."

"Look, my wife is good at giving nicknames, right?" Louis showed off to Sirius.

Sirius laughed coldly, "She is indeed very strong. She must have inherited the name of Solanlian. She nicknamed me 'Big Black' back then. It's a pity that I could never beat her, otherwise I would have hung her up."

Louis held back the urge to tell Sirius that the nickname was actually given by his mother.

Harry was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if he was in a nightmare. He had just woken up from a very vivid dream, and he didn't recover from the nightmare until Louis called him Scarhead.

Harry pressed his hands tightly to his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned painfully, as if someone had pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Sirius looked concerned.

Harry didn't say anything, but sat up, covering his scar with one hand and groping for his glasses on the bedside table with the other. He put them on and the scene in front of him finally became clear.

"Sirius, Louis," Harry greeted, pressing his scar, which still hurt a lot.

"Does your scar hurt?" Sirius asked with concern.

Harry nodded.

Louis frowned and said, "It seems that you haven't practiced your Occlumency well...Did you dream about Voldemort?"

Sirius looked a little embarrassed when Louis said this.

Actually, it was also his fault. Harry always said he didn't want to practice, and he didn't force him.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, sitting by the window and trying his best to recall the scene in his dream. Everything was so realistic... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... But he was sure that Voldemort was one of them, otherwise his head wouldn't hurt so much. "Just now... when I was dreaming." Harry began to narrate his weird dream: "It was a dim room... There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and there was a short man kneeling on the ground. He seemed to be Peter... No, he was Wormtail Peter, and there was a cold, sharp voice commanding Peter. That was Voldemort's voice."

At this point, Harry grabbed his collar and felt as if a lump of ice had slid into his stomach on a hot day.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to recall what Voldemort looked like again, but he was unable to do so.

"All I know is that when Voldemort's chair turned around, I felt a huge fear when I saw what it was. I woke up suddenly, as if something invisible was pressing on me. I couldn't move or make a sound. I could only stare at the ceiling with my eyes open..."

"Don't think about it if you can't remember it, Harry." Sirius said with concern: "Wormtail, you must be dreaming, Wormtail, the traitor is still in Azkaban."

"Don't be so harsh, Sirius." Louis took out the latest Daily Prophet from his pocket. This was the morning edition he stole when he left Solanlian's house this morning. "Take a look."

Sirius took the newspaper and the first thing he saw was the huge headline.

Peter Pettigrew escapes from prison

For a moment he wanted to tear the newspaper to pieces.

"What a bunch of rubbish!" he cursed viciously.

"That's not what you said when you escaped from prison yourself." Louis said sarcastically.

"Look, can you call what I did a jailbreak?" Sirius argued, "That was walking away, leaving..."

"If you say that again we'll both laugh." Louis said and he looked at Harry, then they burst into laughter together. The happy atmosphere in the bedroom was a warning.

"Okay, don't think so much. Voldemort is not a serious threat. Even if you think of him, it will be useless. You can't expect the Ministry of Magic to destroy him, right?" Louis spread his hands: "By the time the Ministry of Magic has gathered the Aurors, they will have run away."

"You're right." Harry nodded and walked out of the bedroom.

After staying in the bedroom for a while, Kreacher had already prepared today's breakfast. Of course, there was no portion for Hermione, but under Louis's persuasion, Kreacher reluctantly prepared a breakfast for Hermione.

Louis exchanged his breakfast with Hermione's, and watched Kreacher quickly take the plate in front of Louis and replace it with another one a moment later.

"You've become so cunning." Solanlian commented.

"I should say that I know Kreacher very well." Louis shook his head at Kreacher and received a forced smile from Kreacher.

Kreacher's cooking skills were OK, slightly inferior to the house-elf at Hogwarts, but only slightly. Hermione was moved as she ate, at least in her opinion, the ice had been broken between her and Kreacher.

"Stay away from me, you dirty little Mudblood." Kreacher's Snape behavior continued.

Harry couldn't bear it and said, "Kreacher, don't talk about my friend like that."

But Hermione didn't appreciate it. Instead, she said without raising her head: "Harry, this is his freedom, my God... This is the beginning of the house-elves' resistance to wizard rule, we should support it..."

Catherine slammed her knife and fork on the table, walked over to Hermione and carried her out.

This kind of personality is really not very likable - she is not even a saint, she is forcing everyone to accept her views, which is somewhat like an extreme animal protection organization.

Catherine was also very simple. She threw a lot of tutors' works at her and said viciously: "Read all of them. I will check them in a month. If you don't understand these works thoroughly, I don't think you want to try what it's like to hang upside down!"

Translated, it means white leftists should calm down and read what they should read.

The Weasley family finally arrived near lunchtime. Seeing Hermione sitting at her desk studying a huge book, Ron "ps" Harry and whispered, "What's wrong? Are you sick again?"

"Hush, keep your voice down. She was trying to sell us her theory on house-elf protection, but was ordered by Miss Wallace to read something she should read..." Harry whispered, "Don't go to Miss Wallace to beg for mercy, or you'll be in trouble..."

"Do I look like a Shabby to you?" Ron asked back.

"I don't think you are." Harry smacked his lips: "I think you are..."

Ron kicked Harry on the butt and cursed with a smile: "Get lost."

The Weasley family was still chatting eagerly with Sirius and Solanlian. When Ye Ziyan walked in from outside, the atmosphere became even more lively.

The topic of conversation was nothing more than children. Regarding education, Sirius was very proud of Harry's achievements in school, especially his talent in Quidditch.

"So Sirius, when are you going to have a child of your own?" Aunt Molly asked suddenly.

"Me? Ah, I'm not in a hurry." Sirius said somewhat awkwardly. There was no shortage of hot girls around him, but he had never thought about getting married and having children.

Solanlian supported her little face and laughed, "You are indeed not a child anymore, Sirius. You should find a suitable girl to spend your life with."

"I'd better forget it." Sirius shook his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about what we are going to do in the next two days..."

"It seems that you still can't forget Emma." Aunt Molly said with some sigh: "Alas, you are always so infatuated, Sirius..."

As a result, Sirius looked embarrassed after hearing this. Ye Ziyan covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, took out her wand, and created a picture in front of everyone.

In the picture, Sirius was chatting up a Muggle girl, and then they had dinner together. After dinner, the two of them went into a hotel.

"Is this your infatuation?" Ye Ziyan asked jokingly.

Louis interrupted, "We always have to move on. People are gone, and all we can do is live well with this memory, right, Sirius?"

Sirius immediately responded, "Yes, yes, that's right, Louis, that's exactly what I thought. After all, we should look forward."

Ye Ziyan put away the spell, put the wand back in her pocket, and snorted at Louis.

He wanted to step on him, but Louis dodged nimbly.

"I think you have the potential to be a scumbag. I have seen through you, Louis." Ye Ziyan had an expression of a scheming frog touching your belly, indicating that she had seen through Louis' inner potential just like Pique saw through Ronaldinho's fake moves.

(End of this chapter)