I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 273 Wing Chun·Si Wen
"Is that even a question?" Louis answered without hesitation, "Of course I'm going to the ball with Catherine. She's the woman I love most."

Catherine, who came quietly behind Louis, smiled sweetly when she heard this.

Of course Louis knew that Catherine was behind him, but even if he didn't know, he would have made this choice.

It is true that the palms and backs of hands are made of flesh, but it is obvious that Catherine is the palm of his hand, and the flesh is thicker.

Then, Louis felt his back soften, a faint fragrance came into his nostrils, and then his face felt warm.

Catherine gave him a big kiss.

"Ah, Little Moon." Louis pretended to have just discovered Catherine and said in surprise, "Aren't you going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Why are you here?"

"The get out of class ended early. Aunt Emma told us in class that she was going to hold a dance, and she asked me to come and look after you." Catherine said so, but her eyes were full of satisfaction when she looked at Louis. "I'm very happy. I knew my little deer would keep me in his heart."

"You are the one I love the most." Louis laughed.

Harry on the side covered his face and pretended to have a toothache.

"Why, do you have any objections?" Catherine snorted.

"I have a toothache..." Harry said sarcastically.

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about the toothache." Louis suggested sincerely, "I hope you can understand that as a Hogwarts warrior, it would be extremely embarrassing to have no dance partner - you don't want to be laughed at by everyone, right, Harry?"

Harry's mouth opened wide, as if he had already thought of the misery of attending the ball alone.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry." Hermione and Ron came over and stood beside Harry, one on the left and one on the right, like two generals: "You are a hard-core ruthless man who defeated the Hungarian Horntail. Believe it or not, those girls will line up to dance with you!"

"Does he have the guts to accept it?" Catherine sneered.

Just as Ron had judged, the next day, a third-year Hufflepuff girl came to invite Harry to the dance. But Harry was a little too surprised - he had never even spoken to this girl before, and he could swear that he was too surprised to subconsciously reject her invitation.

But Harry obviously didn't realize how much harm his behavior had caused to the third grader. The girl looked very hurt and ran away crying.

On that day, not only this girl, but also a second-year and a fifth-year girl came to invite him, but Harry refused them all. The main reason was that the second-year girl was too small, and Harry felt a little uncomfortable; and the fifth-year girl was too tall, and Harry always felt that he was not facing a girl, but Hagrid.

Yes, this girl is as big as Hagrid...

"She's quite pretty," Ron said in a very objective and fair manner, after he had laughed enough.

"She's a foot taller than me!" said Harry in shock. "Oh my God, I even thought I was facing Hagrid, my god..."

"It seems that you don't know the benefits of Mrs. Hachiya." Louis commented pertinently and pointedly, "In fact, it's better to be a little older. Young people don't know the benefits of a queen, and mistakenly treat a girl as a treasure..."

"What is the Eight-Foot Lady?" Draco asked in a low voice from behind, while Professor Binns was still chanting.

Louis gave them a brief explanation, and Draco smacked his lips, saying that this was actually not bad.

I didn't expect you to be like this, Draco.

"Hey, can you guys please respect Professor Binns?" Hermione turned around and glared at the bad students who were whispering in class, growling like a lion, "Don't go too far! Don't whisper in class."

"Who are you?" Draco looked at Harry with annoyance. "Are you Professor Granger? Oh my God, why should we listen to you?"

"It's not that we don't want to attend the class. Just listen to what Professor Binns is saying now." Louis pointed at Professor Binns on the podium.

Well, this class was supposed to be about the Middle Ages, but now Professor Binns started talking about the history of World War II and it was completely irrelevant.

You say you are a researcher of the history of magic, why are you talking about the Muggle history of World War II?

The students in the class didn't think there was anything confusing. This was Professor Binns' daily routine. It seemed that Professor Binns must have read the history of World War II the night before, otherwise it wouldn't have been so deeply engraved in his mind.

Of course, Professor Binns' class is the most popular among students. After all, in his class, everyone can do other things without restraint and will not be deducted points by the professor.

In fact, there was no chance of getting extra points in Professor Binns' class. This ghost professor was obviously a lawless person, even for someone as smart as Hermione.

What's even more outrageous is that there are actually a few bold Gryffindor students, such as Seamus over there, who is playing wizard chess with the person next to him. The Slytherin students are even more outrageous, there are even two girls knitting happily below.

Yes, you read it right, they are knitting.

You see, ordinary people can't learn the quiet hobbies of Slytherin girls.

When it came to Snape's class, they were not so lucky. Professor Snape's eyes were staring at the students like a hawk looking for prey.

The students in Potions class didn't dare to breathe. They just sat there with their eyes and noses watching, waiting for Snape to spew his venom.

Snape looked around at his classmates with a sinister look and announced something that everyone hated - he would have the final exam in the last class of the semester.

When he made the announcement, the atmosphere in the entire classroom suddenly became solemn, and the students dared not speak out against this immoral and outrageous behavior.

"That's so mean. I'm ready to hit him with my fists." Louis at home complained to Catherine.

Catherine sighed: "Do you think you are the only ones who are suffering? Professor Snape asked us to write two extra papers before the final exam... God, I really don't know what to do..."

"That's easy." Louis smiled. "You can ask Patchouli for help. She has nothing to do in the library every day. Maybe she can help you write a paper?"

Patchouli certainly had no objection: "Mq, of course, I can help you write two papers when I'm free in the library. I've also recently dabbled in the wizarding world of potions, so writing a paper shouldn't be a problem."

"Really?" Catherine was suddenly happy, but she suddenly remembered what Patchouli had just said, "I've dabbled in something recently," and asked hesitantly, "Then your Potions..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but the general meaning was that he didn't quite trust Patchouli.

Of course Patchouli knew what Catherine meant. She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I just memorized all the books about potions..." Listen, is this human language?

It is worthy of being called a big, motionless library. It has a talent for reading.

It would be a shame not to do the exercises.

"Do you stay in the library every day?" Catherine asked curiously, "I think you should go out for a walk and exercise. You are too weak."

"I'm used to it, M'Q." Patchouli sighed, "Magicians' bodies are like this. I've gotten used to it over the years."

"I feel bad." Louis spread his hands. "This is a vicious cycle. The less you exercise, the worse your body becomes, and then you become less willing to exercise. It forms a closed loop... Of course, you should stay at home for a while in your current situation. When Chromie comes, ask her if she has any good ideas to heal your weak body..."

"I have given up hope..." Patchouli smiled and didn't say anything else.

During the self-study session the next day, there was already a clear sense of urgency. On the one hand, it was because of Professor Snape's inhumanity, and on the other hand, it was because the boys without dance partners began to get anxious.

You ask why girls are not in a hurry? Don't be ridiculous, girls are a scarce resource.

Louis had nothing to do, so he went to the auditorium to study and kill time. He saw Harry, who was concentrating on writing something, and leaned over to whisper, "How's it going, Harry? Did you solve the puzzle?"

"No." Harry shook his head and sighed. "That golden egg, the sharp sound it made when it was cracked open...it just made my scalp tingle. Have you found a solution, Louis?"

"No." Louis shook his head. "Compared to this, there is a bigger and more pressing question - have you found a partner?"

Harry sighed again: "No... it's too difficult. I always feel... well, there are a lot of people looking for me, but I really feel that there are not many who want to go with them..."

"Then did you ask my sister?" Louis laughed, "Elizabeth doesn't seem to have a dance partner either. She really wants to find someone to join her."

"Elizabeth?" Harry actually thought about it carefully, and immediately shook his head to indicate no: "Forget it, she is too young..."

"You're picky and you still want to attend the ball. I'm in a dilemma." Louis spread his hands to indicate that Harry couldn't be saved. "I've found the opportunity for you. It's up to you to seize it."

After that, Louis found a place to sit down casually, opened his notebook and started writing a plan.

Fred, who was sitting opposite Harry, took out a ball of paper, looked up at Snape, and saw that Snape's attention was on Ravenclaw, so he hit Harry with the ball of paper.

"?" Harry showed a puzzled expression. He didn't dare to speak loudly - Snape's mind was full of finding faults with him, and he was worried that he had no reason to deal with him, so he didn't dare to put himself in danger.

Fred stretched out his hand and gestured, "I suggest you find a dance partner quickly." At this point, he made dancing movements, "If you don't find one soon, all the good girls will be picked up..."

"Why don't you look for it?" Harry mouthed. Since his back was facing Snape, Snape couldn't see the movements of his mouth.

"Watch and learn." Fred mouthed, pointed at himself, tore off a piece of paper, and threw it at Angelina who was diagonally opposite him.

Angelina looked at him in confusion and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Would you like to go to the dance with me?" Fred invited Angelina as if he was going to the dance.

"Of course." Angelina nodded and accepted it happily. She actually liked Fred very much.

According to gossip, Angelina has not accepted other people's invitations because she is waiting for Fred to invite her.

"Did you learn it?" Fred turned his head and looked at Harry with a smug expression.

Harry rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. This kind of pretense is really weird.

"I think you should really think about it carefully, Harry." Hermione whispered, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You can see who is suitable first. If you are embarrassed, I can help you invite her..."

After saying that, Hermione turned and left the hall.

"I think what Hermione said makes sense. You can try it." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Ah? How to try?" Harry was still very confused. "For this kind of thing, it's better to invite the guests myself. Let her figure it out..."

It’s okay, Harry still has some manliness, but only a little.

Snape, who had been paying attention to this side, saw the two people whispering to each other, floated over like a ghost, stood behind Harry and Ron, holding a book in his hand dignifiedly, covering his face.

"You're right. It's better to do this kind of thing by yourself, otherwise you'll look like a coward." Ron agreed with Harry's point of view.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the notebook in Snape's hand brought the wind and gave each of them a loving slap on the head.

"Potter." Snape opened his mouth and said in a gloomy tone, "I think you should know that it is study time now. If you want to have a friendly exchange with Weasley, maybe you can wait until the evening to come to the Potions Office to deal with the materials. I think you will have a lot to talk about by then."

Harry said nothing, nor did he dare to say anything. He knew that if he talked back to Snape at this time, Snape would definitely greet him with a hundred words.

After Snape walked away, Harry whispered, "Let's talk about it after we go back. Don't let Professor Snape catch us again."

"Hmm." Ron hummed, but still couldn't help the desire to complain, "I think Snape is definitely targeting you... I think when you face the dragon, he may not pray for your death, but he will definitely wonder in his heart why the dragon didn't spit out a fierce breath of fire on you..."

At this time, Snape saw the two people whispering to each other again. He rolled up the sleeves of his black robe and walked over here. His movements looked like the starting posture of Wing Chun.

"It's been four years. I'm used to it." Harry lay flat on his back. "He's not just targeting me, he's targeting the entire Gryffindor..."

"But he obviously 'prefers' you more, Harry..."

Ron had just finished his words when Snape stretched out his hands and pressed hard on his and Harry's heads. The two heads hit the table with a dull sound.

(End of this chapter)