I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 277 So Many Gentlemen

Poisoning Solanlian... No, feeding her canary biscuits will have to wait until later. The most urgent task now is to organize the ball properly.

Today's dinner is very sumptuous. As the weather is quite cold now, the house-elves have prepared a series of hot stews. Louis especially likes the potato stew.

To be honest, this potato stew is his favorite. The fat and lean pork is cut into cubes and stewed with potatoes into a thick soup. He feels so happy when he scoops a spoonful into his mouth. In his previous life, as a Seres, Louis also mastered the core skills - tearing bread into pieces and eating with soup. It is so delicious.

"Look at you, eat slowly, no one is snatching it from you..." Catherine took out a handkerchief lovingly and wiped the food off Louis' face. "Really, I find that you care less about etiquette every year."

"To hell with etiquette." Louis shrugged. "So-called etiquette is just to cover up some of one's shortcomings. Look at my aunt holding the wine glass directly when she tastes wine. Would anyone say that this is not in accordance with etiquette?"

He was indeed not making up stories about his aunt. The old lady would often stuff anything she could get her hands on into her mouth. The last time he went to Buckingham Palace, he saw his aunt holding an apple and chewing it with great enthusiasm.

Yes, he didn't go to Buckingham, where there weren't so many gentlemen.

Louis usually asks someone to peel an apple before eating it. If he eats it directly, his gums will often bleed for no apparent reason. So he will never eat a whole apple unless it is necessary.

Of course, apples are neither food nor medicine, and there is no need to eat them.

Just after eating two pieces of bread, Louis heard Hermione calling him. He turned around and saw her holding Harry and Ron standing behind her, motioning him to go out.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked in confusion. He saw that Harry and Ron also looked confused.

"You'll know when you get there." Hermione looked very happy and in high spirits. She was not so happy even when she picked up the money.

Ron curled his lips and asked in a humming voice, "What's wrong with you? You look so happy. It looks like you've eaten bees...or honey..."

He learned this sentence from Louis, but he felt something was wrong halfway through saying it - if he said it all, Hermione would kill him.

Of course, Louis did not invent this sentence himself, he learned it from the brigade commander.

It was obvious that something was wrong along the way. This Hermione was going to take the three of them to the kitchen...

When Yi Ma Dang entered the kitchen first, Hermione turned around happily and shouted, "Harry! Look who this is!"

Harry looked down, his fists stiffening...

Isn't this Dobby? The culprit who caused him to be punished by Uncle Vernon during the summer vacation at the end of the first grade semester, the bastard who threw the cake on Mrs. Mason...

But Harry behaved very gracefully and well-mannered. He just said "oh" lightly and said indifferently: "Oh, it's Dobby, hello..."

His tone was dry, and it was obvious that he was holding back his anger.

Ron didn't know this elf, but that didn't stop him from hearing Harry talk about the glorious deeds of this house elf. He coughed and whispered to Louis, "Is this the little...elf that harmed Harry?"

Fortunately, the word "runt" was not spoken.

Louis nodded in affirmation.

Dobby was very good at observing people's expressions. When he saw that Harry didn't seem to like him very much, he pulled his ears hard and pounded his head with his fists: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! You made the great Harry Potter unhappy! Dobby is a bad elf!"

Hermione quickly pulled him back to stop him from hurting her, and at the same time she looked back at Harry, asking him to say something.

"Hey, that thing is over a long time ago, Dobby." Harry was a kind-hearted man, and he was not angry anymore when he saw Dobby like this. He walked over to comfort Dobby and said, "Don't worry, Dobby. I am not unhappy because of you, but...well, Professor Snape has been watching me clean up recently, which made me feel very bad. I have forgiven you for the unpleasantness that happened between you and me before."

Putting the blame firmly on Professor Snape was Harry and Ron's basic operation - they both believed in a principle, that is, Snape should be blamed, and no one would be brave enough to confront him anyway.

Harry is a very complicated person. You may say he is a saint... but he actually holds a grudge; you may say he is narrow-minded, but he can often forgive others. It can be said that he is very complicated.

"Really?" Dobby looked at Harry with his big, watery eyes, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Of course it's true." Harry believed what he said, "Dobby, you are my friend. You risked your life to save me."

"Oh! The great Harry Potter has forgiven Dobby! The open-minded Harry Potter is Dobby's friend forever!" Dobby jumped and cheered, "Dobby finally got Harry Potter's recognition in Hogwarts!"

After watching him jumping around for a while, Louis came over to Harry and whispered a few words to him. After Dobby calmed down, Harry also raised the questions in his mind.

"Why are you here at Hogwarts? Where are the Malfoys?"

"The master gave Dobby a sock, and Dobby is free!" Dobby said excitedly, followed by another cheer. He told everyone what had happened before in a non-coherent and excited manner.

It was probably when Lucius and Narcissa were arguing, and Lucius angrily stuffed the socks that Narcissa threw at him to Dobby...

The plot is bloody enough.

According to the character of ordinary house-elves, they would definitely regard this as a misunderstanding, but Dobby, a house-elf with a rebellious nature, would of course choose to take advantage of the situation and run away from Lucius's house, never planning to go back.

This was a good thing for Dobby, but it was different for the Malfoy family. Lucius had to buy another house-elf on the black market, and it was also thanks to his considerable dividends from Louis that he would have suffered a lot, otherwise this would have been a real loss.

Louis couldn't say he liked Dobby, but he didn't dislike him either.

"Will Dobby be in trouble?" Hermione asked doubtfully. She asked Louis to come over just to ask him about this.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Louis said with a smile, "If you have any questions, you can always come to me, I will communicate with Lucius." "I feel relieved when you say that, Louis." Hermione said with a smile.

"Don't give me that. I'll be satisfied if you don't scheme against me twice." Louis waved his hands repeatedly.

After dinner, Louis began to prepare gifts for everyone in the office. At the same time, the owl rushed into the office from time to time and gave Louis gifts carefully prepared by his classmates and friends.

Harry gave him a pair of plain glasses, but he could use them to observe his surroundings from different perspectives - for example, when lying flat, he could use this function to look forward and to the sides.

Ron gave him a bag full of dung bombs and told him to throw them at whoever he wanted to kill. So Louis rushed to the Gryffindor common room and threw three stinky dung bombs at Ron.

The gift Hermione gave was very consistent with her personality. She gave Louis several books, all of which were history books by Seres - oh, it looked like several books, but actually it was a set. Louis was a little confused. Why did this little girl give him Zizhi Tongjian?
Just kidding, I don’t govern the country…

Draco sent a bunch of high-end snacks from the wizarding world, all of which were high-end products that could not be bought outside, and they looked very thoughtful. Louis opened a box of something that looked like pudding and took a bite. It tasted pretty good, with a light coffee flavor that melted in the mouth and left a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Dumbledore gave him a big box of candies with all kinds of flavors, including Chocolate Frog, Super Bubble Gum, Fizzy Honey Candy, and Lemon Snowball - oh, luckily Professor Dumbledore remembered that he didn't like cockroach piles and Bibibi Multi-Flavored Beans, otherwise Louis would definitely have "carefully selected" the return gift.

Professor McGonagall gave him a Transfiguration Notebook, which was the same as Professor Flitwick's. Hagrid gave him a pair of dragon-skin gloves, which were said to be the skin of a black dragon. When Louis opened it, Christasza leaned over and said in shock that it was the skin of a black dragon.

"Black dragon?" Louis laughed. "Is it necessary to make such a fuss? It's just the Hebrides Black Dragon..."

"No, this is a black dragon from the Black Dragon Legion..." Kelistrasza frowned and reached out to touch the glove. "No, it's not just a black dragon, there are also bronze dragons, green dragons, red dragons and blue dragons. My God, what kind of twisted creation is this..."

"Let me see..." Louis said, slapping an eye of identification.

Tight Dragonhide Gloves

Provides 15% strength bonus to armor
+20 Ability Power
+20 stamina
Equip: Increases your chance to deal a critical hit with spells by 1%.
Equip: Restores 5 mana per 600 seconds.

* As you put your hands over the gloves, you feel a chill. They seem to be made of the skin of a young dragon - many young dragons...

"Really? This should be Nefarian's creation." Louis held the pair of dragon leather gloves. "How strange, how could Hagrid have such a thing? Logically speaking, it should be stored in Nefarian's 'Blackwing Lair' in Blackrock Mountain, guarded by Chromaggus..."

"How do you know so much?" Kristrasza asked in disbelief.

"I am your master." Louis patted Christasa's little face. "Learn, there is no end to learning."

"Hmph." Christasza snorted softly.

"These gloves - do you want them?" Louis asked, holding the gloves.

Christrasza shook her head in defiance. "I'll give up. Would you wear a glove made entirely of human skin?"

"That's right." Louis nodded and threw the dragon leather gloves to Sakuya who was standing beside him, "Put this away and put it away for now."

"Yes." Sakuya replied.

I continued to look through the gifts, including one from my grandfather, um... it was given to Catherine. It seemed to be a small necklace passed down from my family, and in the pendant box was a silver-white swan with its wings spread out, ready to fly.

It has no attributes, it is just a simple family heirloom.

"I like it very much." Catherine said, and hung the necklace around her neck with great care.

It is worth mentioning that the gift Aunt Molly gave this year was very special. Although she gave a sweater as usual, Catherine's was green, with a vivid Hungarian hornet on it, and a bunch of homemade meat pies. It was probably because Aunt Molly saw Rita Skeeter's bragging in the Daily Prophet, or maybe Solanlian boasted about her good daughter when she went to the Weasley house for nothing.

The pie was taken by Emma, ​​who said she liked Molly's cooking best.

After collecting the gifts, Louis, Catherine and two maids worked together to wrap the gifts and arranged for the owls to send them back. They worked until dawn the next day when the sky in the east was white.

"I'm so sleepy..." Louis yawned and glanced at Catherine. "Actually, I wanted to go to bed a long time ago, if you guys weren't still busy..."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Catherine touched his head and smiled tenderly, "Come on, let's go to bed. There's a dance tonight."

In the winter at high latitudes, the sun rises very late. Before returning to the bedroom, Louis looked up at the time and found that it was already past six in the morning.

Everyone was busy receiving gifts in the morning, so no one came to disturb Louis. At about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Louis was woken up by Catherine, and was fed a bottle of energy potion while he was drowsy.

The energy potion didn't taste very good, a bit like bitter almond juice. Louise sniffed and opened her eyes to see that it was her mother who was pouring it into her mouth. Catherine was looking at her worriedly from behind, as if she wanted to stop it but didn't dare to.

The one holding him down was Vitaly, and seeing how she was fawning on Emma, ​​Louis wanted to beat her up.

“Gurgle gurgle… You are really my mother… Gurgle gurgle…” Louis struggled to break free from this choking maternal love, but his mother obviously didn’t want to let him go.

"Come on, drink this. What if you feel sleepy during the dance tonight?" Emma drank almost half of the bottle before putting down the exquisite little bottle.

After Louis was released, he gasped for breath. For a moment, he even thought he was going to be choked to death by the energy potion...

This is too unpalatable... Louis secretly swore in his heart that he would go to Professor Snape and ask him to improve the formula of the energy potion. It can't be so unpalatable...

But then again, how can a potion that isn't unpalatable be able to refresh you?
(End of this chapter)