I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 247 Visitors from Beauxbatons

"I have a question, why do you want to run away when you see me?" Louis looked at Peeves with a half-smile, "Or do you have any prejudice against me?"

Peeves felt uncomfortable under Louis' stare, and even his colorful hat was a little hard to wear. He explained with a dry laugh: "How could it be, Your Highness... There is no two suns in the sky, Your Highness, you are the only sun in my heart."

"Flattery is nice, but I'm clear about rewards and punishments." Louis stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and there was no strange light. The Peeves seemed to be frozen, hanging in the air motionless, and the body made of spirits turned into a dull gray.

"This... this is..." Hermione was dumbfounded: "I seem to have seen this state somewhere... wait... oh, yes! It's Nick who was almost headless in the second grade! Yes, it's Sir Nicholas, he looked like this when he was petrified by the basilisk, my God, Louis..."

As she spoke, Hermione looked at Louis in disbelief: "Will ghosts also be petrified, or have you mastered the skills of the basilisk?"

"It's just an application that's not worth mentioning." Louis looked at Peeves floating in the sky: "Don't worry, this spell will only last for one day. Of course, it's also effective against ghosts. I will teach you this spell when we take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in the new grade."

"Really? That's great!" Ron said with a beaming face. "Oh my God, we've long wanted to punish Peeves who always plays pranks on us. Now, I can't beat Fred and George, but I can't beat you?"

As he spoke, he stared at Peeves in the sky with gnashing teeth.

Wow, the twin brother has become a foreigner, right?

At this time, Almost Headless Nick... I mean Sir Nicholas also floated in. He was wearing his usual tight-fitting jacket today, but with a particularly large collar - I guess it might add a bit of festive color, and secondly, to ensure that his head would not shake too much.

He took off his head very politely, and saluted to everyone as if he was holding a top hat: "Hello, Professor McGonagall, and several other students."

As he spoke, the head in his arms saw Peeves in the sky.

"Oh, isn't this Peeves? When did he become like this?" he sneered with a gloating look.

Peeves still looked petrified and couldn't make any rebuttal.

"I remembered the bad experiences I had in the past." Sir Nicholas smacked his lips loudly, and he felt very happy about the misfortune. "When I came out of Madam Pomfrey's place, I wondered why the one who was petrified was not Peeves, who ran around like a groundhog every day. Look, now I have got what I wanted. Thank you, thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"My pleasure." Louis bowed slightly politely and smiled upright.

"Okay, you guys." Professor McGonagall looked around at everyone, looked at Hermione who was soaked like a drowned rat, took out her wand and cast a drying spell on her: "Hurry back to the hall, there is something important today."

"Really?" The three kids immediately became interested: "What's so important that you need to come to the entrance of the auditorium?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!" Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly.

These three things are the most likely to cause trouble... Professor McGonagall is so tired now, so tired. Can she use these three things to exchange for Louis from Slytherin? Catherine is also fine. Professor McGonagall is not picky at all. In this three-for-one deal, she would rather suffer a small loss.

——You may make money, but I will never lose money.

Louis did not follow them and returned to his seat. After talking to everyone, they all said that they had practiced the piece seriously at home.

"I mean, Louis." Draco hesitated beside him: "Why did you choose such a strange song? I don't quite understand..."

"Don't understand? That's right." Louis laughed: "This song is most suitable for listening to while strolling on the streets of Paris, especially on the Champs Elysees."

"Really? What is it?" Vitalie, who was sitting opposite Louis, came over curiously. She was the only Slytherin who had not received the message. Even Veronica from Ravenclaw had received it. She was now looking at Vitalie and grinning.

"Well... you can practice the Muggle army's walking style later. Maybe you can use it when you're strolling on the Champs-Elysées." Louis said with a chuckle, and reached out to touch her short black hair with great pity and lovingly. Veronica, who was sitting in the Ravenclaw seat behind Vitalie and understood the joke, chuckled.

"What are you laughing at!" Vitaly turned around and glared at her: "Miss Pineapple Pizza!"

According to Veronica's usual temper, she would definitely have a quarrel with Vitaly, but today Veronica was not angry at all. Instead, she smiled even more happily. She could imagine what the scene would be like in a while.

Now Vitaly is a little confused. What's going on? Has the old enemy changed his temper today?
After chatting for a while, the students came to the auditorium, which was almost full. This year's auditorium was still as magnificent as usual, and it was decorated extra for the new semester banquet. Hundreds of bamboo shoots were floating above the tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

Behind Louis was Gryffindor House, and right behind them were Harry and the others. Louis was holding a notebook and writing down the key points of this semester when he heard a voice behind him that sounded so excited that he could not breathe. The sound was panting, as if he had just finished a 100-meter sprint.

It was Colin Creevey. Louis turned around and saw him. He was Harry's little fanboy and part-time illegitimate fan.

"Hello, Colin." Harry greeted carefully, for he was afraid that something was wrong with Colin and he would jump up and bite him.

Although this kind of thing has never happened, Harry dared to swear to Merlin that he could see the fanaticism in Colin's eyes - I heard that Ginny had once formed a Potter fan club with him...

It's terrible, family members.

"Hey, Harry, guess what?" Colin said in an old London accent. "Harry, my brother is in school too! My brother, Denis Creevey, he also admires you very much. After hearing what I told him about your deeds -"

Wow, what an inverted sentence! Are you from east of the Pennines or from old London?

"Oh, that's...that's great," Harry said excitedly.

"He's so excited!" Colin jumped up and down: "I really hope he is sorted in our Gryffindor, what about you, Harry? You hope so too, right? Pray for him, Harry, okay?" "I think you are the most excited one..." Ron complained in a low voice. His voice was too soft and Colin's attention was focused on Harry, so he didn't notice this sentence.

Hermione chuckled and nudged Ron lightly with her elbow. The two looked at each other and laughed again.

"Okay, no problem—" Harry said perfunctorily. Seeing that Colin wanted to speak, he immediately turned to Ron and Hermione and said, "Brothers are usually assigned to the same college, aren't they? You see, the Weasley family are all from Gryffindor..."

After saying this, Colin's eyes lit up.

"Not necessarily." Hermione immediately poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Look at your godfather Sirius. If I remember correctly, his family are all Slytherins, but he is a Gryffindor. Let's not look at the distant past. Just look at our class. Parvati Patil's twin sister is in Ravenclaw. They look exactly the same, but they were sorted into different colleges. This is enough to disprove your hypothesis."

Colin walked away dejectedly and sat in an empty seat nearby. His classmates whispered comfort and encouragement to him.

The episode here ended, and Louis turned his gaze to the seats for faculty and staff. In the middle sat the old man Dumbledore. He was dressed in a sunset-red style today. His flowing silver-white hair and beard sparkled in the candlelight, and his luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons. It seemed that Dumbledore's clothing style had been getting better and better since Grindelwald was freed from the seal.

Louis noticed that his mother was sitting next to Dumbledore, and Snape and Sirius were sitting next to them. He didn't know what they were doing there except Snape. He looked up again and saw that the ceiling of the hall was still enchanted. It was stormy like outside, with black and purple clouds rolling above. As thunder sounded outside, a silver-white lightning flashed through the clouds.

As the lightning sounded, the door of the auditorium burst open. Unlike what was expected, the people who entered the auditorium were not - or rather, not only the first-year students, but also two other groups of unfamiliar people.

Louis was not surprised, as Dumbledore had informed him long ago and mentioned that people from the two schools would come over as soon as the term started.

Leading the way was a very tall woman, and as soon as Louis looked over, he was sure that Hagrid's spring was coming - this woman was really tall, tall in every sense of the word, even Hagrid was not as tall as her.

Despite her large body proportions, she was actually very beautiful, with an elegant temperament, and her luxurious attire showed her status as a noble lady - especially the huge and expensive opals shining on her neck and fingers.

Headmaster Dumbledore walked down from the guest of honor seat and came to the woman. The woman's face relaxed, blooming an elegant smile, and she stretched out a hand and walked towards Dumbledore. Louis noticed that Dumbledore didn't need to bend down when he kissed his hand.

It’s not that Dumbledore is short, it’s just that this woman is too tall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, dear Madame Maxime." Dumbledore let go of Madame Maxime's hand.

"Mr. Dumbledore," said Madame Maxime in her deep, deep voice, "I hope all is well with you."

Not surprisingly, it didn't surprise Louis at all that such a tall woman was a bassist.

"My pupil," said Madame Maxime, waving a hand behind her.

About twenty female students stood behind Madame Maxime, about seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in a neat row - I don't know if this is a girls' school, but at least all the students here are girls.

They looked very cold, and each of them was shivering slightly, but for the honor of the school, they still acted as if they didn't care.

How did that saying come about? It's like this: to save face is to suffer in life.

It's not surprising that they were cold. Their clothes looked very thin, and no one wore a cloak. After all, France was different from the Scottish Highlands, where the temperature was not that cold. Plus, it was a rainy day, so the girls must have been freezing.

Louis noticed that the most beautiful girl at the front stood there with her snow-white neck raised, as proud and aloof as a white swan. She was the only one in the entire Beauxbatons school delegation who was not shivering from the cold.

It’s probably Furong, right? Louis muttered to himself, not paying much attention.

It should be said that the Beauxbatons students who came to Hogwarts were all very good-looking. The male students of Hogwarts couldn't help but feel pity for the pretty girls who were shivering with cold.

Some people wanted to take off their cloaks and give them to the beautiful woman, but they were afraid of offending her, so they were stuck and felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's too cold here, dear Dumbledore." Madam Maxime sneezed loudly. She quickly tidied her appearance and said to Dumbledore, "As you can see, I didn't expect Hogwarts to be so cold, so everyone is wearing less. Why don't we find a place to warm up first?"

"Of course, ma'am." Dumbledore said, and with a wave of his hand, a rectangular table appeared on the other side of Gryffindor, right next to the heater. At the signal of Madam Maxime, the pretty girl in the lead led the students to take their seats.

"And—my horse?" asked Madame Maxime, hesitatingly.

"Our teacher of caring for magical creatures will be happy to take care of them, ma'am." Dumbledore looked back at Hagrid, who was grinning, but found that Emma pulled his beard while Hagrid was grinning. He immediately turned around and said, "Don't worry, he is a very professional person."

"My horses need - well, someone with great strength to take care of them." Madam Maxime said hesitantly, as if she doubted the ability of Hogwarts to protect the magical animal teacher. "They have very fierce tempers. Don't blame me for not telling you in advance."

Everyone had already seen the horses in front of the carriage through the open door of the hall - they were so tall that even the tallest Muggle Shire horses pale in comparison.

"Don't worry, Hagrid is definitely an excellent candidate." Dumbledore assured with a smile.

"Very good." Madame Maxime nodded and bowed slightly: "Could you please remind Hagrid that my horse only drinks single malt whiskey--"

"I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, bowing slightly in return.

(End of this chapter)