I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 226 Three Years Old
Mr. Bagman expressed his sincere regret that Dumbledore was not a fan of the Wasps. His excitement just now was really in vain.

Louis looked in the direction where Mr. Weasley came from. Percy was chatting with a man who was dressed meticulously. He looked very excited, as if he had met the fan girl of his idol. Louis always felt that he was about to sit down.

It looks like there is more or less that trend, anyway... it's a bit unbearable to watch.

But then again, Louis could more or less understand why Percy admired Barty Crouch so much. This man seemed so meticulous, and even when pretending to be a Muggle, he strived for perfection. Louis even felt that he could just pick up a bag and become the assistant to his own butler...

Percy himself is a person who pursues rules, so it is not too strange that he admires Barty Crouch.

Mr. Crouch left quickly, perhaps because he saw Dumbledore. For some reason, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Dumbledore.

"That guy seems to be avoiding you, Professor Dumbledore." Louis pulled Dumbledore's long beard and pointed in the direction where Mr. Crouch left.

"Hmm? Hmm..." Dumbledore followed the direction of Louis' finger and chuckled, "He may have done something bad, so he feels guilty. I think he is definitely avoiding me on purpose. What do you think, Louis?"

Louis found that Dumbledore's sense of smell was surprisingly sharp. Did he know that Barty Crouch Jr. had escaped from prison? So he asked curiously, "Do you know what he did?"

"I don't know, I'm just guessing." Dumbledore shrugged and gave Louis a mysterious smile. "There's no need to get to the bottom of some things, right? Louis?"

“Yes…right.” Louis thought to himself, are you addicted to Riddler?

He decided to ignore Dumbledore who was in a bad mood for the time being. As soon as he turned around, he heard Fred and George burst into crazy laughter. He turned around and saw the twins holding their stomachs and laughing, while Percy's face was red, and he kept wiping his clothes with his head down, as if there was something dirty that he couldn't clean up.

"Wetherby, your robe isn't dirty, there's no need to clean it like this." George reminded him 'kindly'. As soon as he finished speaking, he and Fred looked at each other and laughed even more happily.

Percy lowered his head and rubbed his robe hard, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"What's wrong?" Louis walked over and asked curiously.

George and Fred said at the same time: "You didn't notice just now, I mean-" "I mean Percy, yes, Percy just met his idol-" "Yes, the Ministry of Magic official named Barty Crouch, you can never imagine how Mr. Crouch called his loyal little fan."

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Oh, thank you, thank you, Weatherby..."

This time, not only the twins, but Bill and Charlie also laughed, and the air was filled with joy for a while.

Percy lowered his head even more, and Louis really suspected that this kid would either explode in silence or perish in silence.

After laughing for a while, Fred pulled Mr. Weasley and asked, "What's going on at Hogwarts, Dad? What were you talking about just now?"

"You'll soon find out," said Mr. Weasley, smiling.

"This is confidential. We won't know until the Ministry decides to make it public." Percy heard the opportunity to change the subject and quickly said seriously, trying to save his image, "Mr. Crouch cannot leak secrets casually. What he just did was correct."

"Oh, shut up now, Weatherby," said Fred.

……

At Louis's sincere invitation, the Dumbledore brothers also lived with everyone. Now it seems that they are not like brothers, but good brothers.

Aunt Molly had a positive attitude towards this matter. She was very happy. When she was in the Order of the Phoenix, she was basically responsible for cooking. Even the house-elves would retreat under Aunt Molly's enthusiastic offensive.

Emma is very childish. She likes playing with young people very much now - this is a sign of high emotional intelligence. Low emotional intelligence means being like a three-year-old child.

According to her, her surname on her ID card is actually "Yin", so... Lewis gave her the nickname Yin San Sui.

Then he was hung up by his mother and swung around for more than ten minutes. It was a very loving mother and filial son.

Ye Ziyan gloated over Louis' misfortune for a long time. When it was time to go to bed at night, Ye Ziyan regretted very much why she had gloated over Louis' misfortune.

The next morning, Louis did not get up, but stayed in bed until the afternoon. The game was held in the evening, so the daytime was still difficult to endure.

Everyone was bored, so they sat in the house and played The Witcher in groups of two. Emma looked at the cool game and shouted that she wanted to play it too. Louis had no choice but to give up his seat and let her and Solanlian play against each other, while he pulled George and his friends to play poker together.

The kind that sticks on paper.

As the afternoon went on, a feeling of excitement began to spread throughout the camp, and even the people playing in the house felt the pervasive atmosphere. Louis looked at the brothers who were covered with notes in front of him and agreed to fight again when they came back.

Judging from Charlie's eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't had enough fun. Bill's eyes were aggressive and he was obviously not satisfied with having a note stuck on his face.

I must get back at you next time! He thought viciously, preparing to practice his card skills.

At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble in nervous anticipation, for it was a quadrennial event, and as night fell, the last traces of pretense disappeared: the Ministry seemed to have succumbed to the inevitable, no longer fighting against the obvious signs of magical use that were appearing everywhere.

Every few steps, vendors Apparated from the sky with trays and carts filled with oddities, glowing rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—and screamed out the names of the players.

There were tall green hats with shamrocks dancing in the wind, Bulgarian ribbons with lions that actually roared, national flags of two countries that played their respective anthems when waved, miniature Firebolts that actually flew, and collectible statues of famous team members that walked around in your hand, looking very proud. "I've been saving my pocket money all summer for this moment," Ron said to Harry as they strolled through the vendors, buying souvenirs.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, but he also bought a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum, who walked back and forth in Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.

Louis didn't buy anything, but his mother Emma bought a lot of things, followed by Christasa - since Emma appeared, Christasa has almost become her exclusive maid, following behind her carrying large and small bags. Emma is also like a little girl, she finds everything new and wants to buy everything to play with.

She now had a curled whistle on her lips, a dancing shamrock on her head, a green Irish badge on her chest, and a green ribbon representing Ireland, and the badge was still screaming the names of her team members.

"Too-too-too--" Emma blew the whistle happily. The whistle opened and retracted, which looked very interesting. Sirius followed behind and looked at this terrifying senior sister who suppressed the four of them as easily as drinking water with a doting look on his face, like an old father.

But Emma obviously didn't appreciate him and even hated him a little bit - maybe it was because this guy always pretended to be deep and melancholy intentionally or unintentionally.

Honestly speaking, Sirius can now be considered a truly melancholy man. His azure blue eyes are much more melancholy than Tony Leung and Tom Hiddleston combined - besides, Sirius is more elegant than both of them.

"Mom, what did you buy?" Louis asked curiously, looking at his mother who had gained a lot.

Emma didn't answer, but blew a whistle, shook the toy in her hand that Louis couldn't name, which looked like a rotating wooden frame, and looked at her good son with excitement.

Louis smeared it on his face. It was hopeless, hopeless...

How can you be more childish than Aveiro?
He could only turn around and plead with Solanlian, "Sister Lian, please take good care of my mother... don't let her be abducted."

Solanlian rolled her eyes, snorted and said, "Do you think she is a three-year-old child? She could be kidnapped..."

Louis whispered stealthily in Solanlian's ear, "Based on her current mental state, I think she is just a three-year-old child. I have no doubt that someone is trafficking her now, and she will help others count the money..."

He didn't dare to say it loudly. If Emma heard it, she might give him a beating in front of so many people.

When he finished speaking, his eyes swept along Solanlian's shoulder and happened to see Dumbledore, who also looked childish.

He was dressed similarly to Emma, ​​and Grindelwald, who looked like he didn't know him, followed him. Grindelwald walked very quickly, taking two steps at a time to Louis' side. He looked at Emma, ​​who was whistling in front of him, and then at Dumbledore, who was whistling in the back, and asked in a low voice, "Louis, do you think your mother looks a bit like Dumbledore?"

Louis heard this, looked at his own mother, then looked at Dumbledore, and asked in confusion: "Yes, they are quite similar, but why are you asking this?"

Grindelwald shrugged. "Do you think, well, think about it, is it possible that your mother is actually Dumbledore's... ahem, illegitimate daughter?"

"How is that possible? Stop talking nonsense. My mother is from Seris..." Louis said so, but after Grindelwald's interruption, he also began to have some doubts.

Could it be that Grindelwald really guessed it right? Otherwise, how come these two people look so similar, both childish?

When Dumbledore saw Grindelwald slip away, he walked quickly to Emma and interacted with her with a smile. He looked very loving. If you didn't know, you would think he was a naughty grandfather coaxing his granddaughter to play with him.

Family happiness reaches its extreme.

After all the shopping for small toys, everyone's wallets were now much emptier. Bill, Charlie and Ginny all bought green Irish sports badges. Mr. Weasley also held an Irish flag. The same was true for Fred and George. They had a lot of money, so they bought large and small bags of things. It looked like a big haul.

At this moment, a low and deep gong sound came from somewhere in the distance of the woods. Immediately, thousands of red, green and yellow lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the stadium.

Louis looked at the kites. The red ones were fine, as he had been used to seeing red lanterns since he was a child. But what the hell was the green one? The green lanterns were hanging high in front of him, and they looked like lanterns from the underworld, extremely creepy.

This is only what Westerners think. If the Seres saw such a scene, they would probably think that this road leads to the underworld.

Ye Ziyan obviously thought so. She looked at the tall lantern in front of her hesitantly, then turned to Louis and said, "Louis, do you think this lantern... um, is a little weird?"

"I remember there were no green lanterns in Seris culture." Louis gritted his teeth and said, "If I remember correctly, green lanterns generally represent bad luck. For example, the lanterns hanging in the underworld are green lanterns..."

Ye Ziyan thought about it and shuddered involuntarily.

Louis put his arm around her slender waist and said softly, "Don't be afraid. It's just a green lantern, not an Avatar. What are you afraid of? How about letting Little Moon give you some Fiendfyre to help you out?"

As he said this, he looked at Catherine on the side, and his other hand climbed up Catherine's slender waist. With a forceful pull of his two hands, his head was placed on the shoulders of the two women, sniffing left and right, like a little hooligan.

"Silly guy." Catherine rolled her eyes at Louis and didn't say anything - she just pretended that Louis had never said that Liehuo had said that.

If she takes it seriously, she will lose.

Louis patted their shoulders with his chin and continued to look at the green lanterns with a smile, feeling uncomfortable again.

I say, can you Westerners please learn some Seres culture?
What? I'm a Westerner too? That's fine.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly. He no longer looked as serious as before, but as excited as everyone else. "Hurry up, let's go."

(End of this chapter)