I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 278 Hermione thrown into the snow
The effect of the energy potion was very good. Louis felt that he had never been so energetic.

Although the potion tasted unpalatable, it was still effective. It was a very strange feeling. Louis didn't know why, but he always had the urge to say, "This is so weird, let me take another sip."

Catherine was gloating, but she didn't expect Emma to stuff the remaining half bottle of potion into her hands.

"You should drink a little too, otherwise you will be very sleepy at night." Emma reminded him earnestly.

Louis watched Catherine pick up the bottle with a frown on her face. It was obvious from her expression that she didn't want to drink it, but she didn't dare to disobey Emma's wishes. She could only close her eyes, look like a hero, and drink it all in one gulp.

"How does it taste?" Louis asked gleefully.

"Not bad." Catherine said calmly, and when Emma turned around and left, she immediately put on a bitter face.

When Emma left, everyone else followed, leaving only Catherine and Louis in the room.

Louis couldn't hold it in any longer, and sat on the bed and laughed: "So you have been forcing yourself all along, I thought you really thought that thing tasted good..."

"You've drunk it, don't you know what it tastes like?" Catherine rolled her eyes at him and said sarcastically, "Aunt Emma is such a fool. I'm not sleepy..."

"You're pretending to be serious." Louis laughed. "Look at how cowardly you are. If you don't like drinking, just say so. Why don't you dare to fight with your mother?"

"I want to fight with you!" Catherine was anxious. She jumped up and threw Louis onto the bed. She gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Tell me what punishment you want!"

"Come on, I won't resist." Louis spread his limbs and pretended to lie flat, "Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower..."

The answer he got was a dull "bang" as Catherine punched him in the chest.

Louis coughed twice, and seeing that Catherine was going to hammer him, he quickly reached out and grabbed her little fist: “What are you doing, are you trying to murder your husband!”

"I'd better murder you as soon as possible so that I can have less worries!" Catherine struggled twice but failed to break free from Louis's restraints. In a hurry, she leaned over and bit Louis' neck.

"Oh, open your mouth, you vicious snake..."

It did hurt a bit, the senior sister had no intention of showing any mercy, Louis felt like his flesh was about to be bitten off.

"It hurts! Let me go!" Louis wanted to struggle free, but was afraid of hurting Catherine, so he could only beg for mercy by speaking softly.

Catherine snorted in a nasal and arrogant tone, and said indistinctly: "Will you dare to do it again in the future!"

"I dare not, I dare not..." Louis said sincerely.

"Will you dare to bully me again in the future?" Catherine continued to ask.

"Of course I dare!" Louis said confidently, and while Catherine was stunned, he turned his head away from Catherine's silver teeth.

Of course, he would not miss this good opportunity. He turned over and held Catherine down, laughing twice like a villain: "Haha, Ms. Volley, it seems... you are the one at a disadvantage now."

But what he didn't expect was that Catherine didn't struggle or resist, but turned over very obediently, slightly arched her peach, posed in a curvaceous posture, tilted her head and asked in a very sweet voice: "So, how is my Mr. Deer going to punish the disobedient Wally?"

Louis's face froze, and he suppressed the sudden fire of ignorance in his heart, and patted her waist: "Forget it, forget it, you are awesome, get up quickly, you still have to go to the auditorium later, and we will talk about the punishment when you come back in the evening..."

"Humph." Catherine turned over to face him, stretched out her slender hand, grabbed Louis' collar, and brought his face closer, "Remember what you said, my Mr. Little Deer, the disobedient Wally is looking forward to it~"

"Okay, okay..." Louis jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and hunched his body like a shrimp. It took him a long time to stand up normally.

An author named Zhang Mouhua once said that some places are too straight and some places have to bend.

Since it was Christmas, the family did not plan to eat in the office, but chose to go to the auditorium to enjoy the lunch carefully prepared by the house-elves together with everyone.

There was a mountain of turkey on the table, as well as a wide variety of desserts, such as Christmas pudding, gingerbread, eggnog, and Cribbage Wizard cookies, which were simply dizzying.

Louis noticed Harry, who was lying in Lilastrasza's arms with a look of despair on his face, with students from various colleges looking at him enviously beside him.

In front of Harry was a mountain of food. No need to ask... it was definitely Dobby's masterpiece. And the rule at Hogwarts... which was also the rule that Louis suggested to Snape after he entered school, was that leftovers were not allowed and you had to eat as much as you could.

It's easy to imagine what Harry is feeling desperate about.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, Lila...oh, and Ron and Hermione." Louis greeted everyone with a smile and took out four pieces of chocolate from his arms with the words "Happy Christmas" written on them.

Generally speaking, the Seres of later generations have a misunderstanding, that is, they think that the so-called "Merry Christmas" is a unique and fixed sentence pattern, but in fact it is not. The earliest use of merry is said to come from the works of the great writer Dickens. Because he used it more frequently, it became a trend.

But in fact, Louis' aunt always says "Happy Christmas" in her Christmas speech every year.

"Happy Christmas..." The trio responded to Louis weakly. As Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione had the same trouble - they also had mountains of food in front of them.

"Don't worry, it's just the food." Louis said with a smile, "Eat it with peace of mind. Lila is here. She is a capable assistant who can solve the problems in front of you."

Harry looked to Lilastrasza for help, and Lilastrasza whispered in his ear: "Don't forget, I'm a red dragon."

Harry was revived to full health in an instant.

Ron was still unhappy. Louis took Catherine and sat in the Slytherin seat behind them. He turned around and asked him, "What's wrong with you, Ron? Look at you?" "Mom mailed me an evening dress." Ron said dryly, "Oh my God, she must have sneaked up on me. She definitely did it on purpose. That dress is definitely not something I can wear. There's lace on it, and Merlin's socks, it smells like my grandmother's clothes."

"What can I do? I think you'd better wear it, otherwise you won't have anything to wear..." Hermione said worriedly, "I don't want my partner to wear a casual dress to the ball. That would be too embarrassing."

"I think it's even more embarrassing to wear those sissy clothes." Ron reluctantly used a fork to pick at the fries on the plate, his dissatisfaction evident in his words, "I really don't understand my mother's aesthetic taste. How can a man wear that kind of clothes?"

"Come on, Ronnie, baby." The twins came to Ron's side, put their hands on his shoulders and said one after another: "That dress was worn by Bill before, of course... Charlie also wore it, so it's natural that it was passed on to you..."

"What about you two?" Ron asked with a squint.

"Of course we both have it, what are you thinking, she is our common mother." Fred looked at Ron with pity, "Whatever you have, I will have exactly the same..."

"But I've always been quite foresighted." George grinned at Fred, "I had anticipated my mother's poor taste, so I spent sixty-three gold galleons to order three sets of dress robes from Madam Malkin, and of course one for our little darling Ronnie."

As he spoke, Fred pulled out a dress from behind his back: "Dangdangdangdang... Look, this is the dress your brothers prepared for you - don't worry, this is the first big thing you will encounter in your life, we won't play any pranks on this."

Fred spoke very seriously, so Ron believed him and took the suit.

As a result, a fist with the middle finger raised popped out from the dress with a buzz, and on it was written "You are too trusting, little Ronnie baby".

"You two bastards, give me back my gratitude..." Ron pulled off the fist's middle finger with a helpless look, and an electric current came out, making every hair stand on end.

"You're so silly, why wouldn't we add something extra to your gift!" Gemini laughed and clapped his hands in the air three times, making a loud noise.

"You two!" Ron was angry, but thinking of the timely help they gave him, he endured the prank. This time he carefully picked up the clothes to check them, but was stopped by Hermione.

She pulled out her wand and touched the dress.

"Revelio!"

As the spell was recited, the base of the fist made a soft "puff" sound, then fell off the clothes and fell to the ground.

Hermione glanced back at the two mischievous guys defiantly and shook a finger.

"We two have been provoked, Fred." George turned to look at Fred.

Fred did the same. He looked at George and said, "Of course I know, George, but this is a good thing. It means that our little baby Ronnie finally has someone to protect him!"

"Okay, we'll be leaving then. I wish you two a happy dance." The twins waved their hands and walked to a table in the distance where Angelina was waiting for Fred.

While they were chatting, Lilastrasza was eating up the mountain of food in front of the three people in a very gentle, elegant yet swift manner. By the time she turned around, most of the food had been eaten.

"I have to admit, your dance partner..." Ron stared at the empty plate in front of him, "is really amazing."

"Really!" Harry smiled proudly, very happy that his good brother praised his dance partner.

The atmosphere in Slytherin was even more cheerful than that in Gryffindor, but this time the focus was on Crabbe and Goyle. This combination of peach can and beer bottle was not as lucky as the others, as they had no dance partners.

But soon everyone stopped laughing, as two junior girls came over and invited the two men to the dance. The two men agreed without any hesitation, and after the two girls left happily, they acted extremely happy, with their chests and heads held high, like Wang Yousheng at the military parade.

Louis was really afraid that the two of them would say, "Oh, good thing I won", otherwise he would have to send someone over to slap them in the face and curse at them, "Damn beasts, what did you win?"

Hogwarts also specially reproduced the snowball fight activities of previous years for the guests of these two colleges. As for why they didn't make snowmen, don't be ridiculous. You expect these energetic and restless teenagers to calm down? It's better to let them have fun outside.

In the words of Zhang Xiaohua, Louis' favorite author in his previous life, it was like a wild dog on the loose.

In the afternoon, the activity officially started, and the snowy field was instantly occupied by the students. Catherine didn't want to join the snowball fight, so she called Sakuya to sit with her on a stone bench to make tea.

Hermione was the same. She just wanted to watch how everyone was recklessly enjoying their youth instead of joining in. However, she sat in a more dangerous position to watch Harry and Ron play snowballs, very close to the battlefield.

But she soon lost the mood. Ron and Harry, two bad boys, came over with a grin, lifted her up and walked towards the biggest snowdrift despite her struggles.

"You two bastards!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, "Let me go! Let me go! Don't throw me into the snow!"

But it was no use. These two men were not the type to show mercy to women. Regardless of Hermione's loud requests, they threw her into a high snowdrift and beat her hard, piling up a high hill of the cold snow.

It's somewhat of a personal grudge, yes. It seems that the two of them have been harboring resentment over the SPEW Association issue for a long time, and they are just releasing it now.

Hope Hermione is okay.

Catherine couldn't stand it anymore, so she took Sakuya over and dug Hermione out of the snow like digging potatoes.

"Wow...Catherine..." Hermione hugged Catherine and cried. She was really angry. It was too cold in the snow. Her little face was frozen red and looked like it was about to crack.

"Okay, Hermione, it's okay." Catherine touched Hermione's hair, which was just soaked in snow and felt cold. She glanced at Ron and Harry sharply and said in a cold voice, "You two are really going too far. Hermione will have to attend the dance soon. What if she catches a cold? Especially you, red-haired squirrel, are you going to dance by yourself?"

(End of this chapter)