I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Spring turned to summer, and the days passed quickly. After continuous visits and consultations from the magic circles of various countries, Old Europe had been integrated together by Louis.

At least in terms of interests, everyone still has common pursuits.

It’s not that there were no visitors from the magic world of Eagle Sauce, but Louis said that he was very happy that they could come, but he didn’t like their attitude.

That kind of arrogant attitude is really...

It really is a country without history, the lack of foundation is engraved in its bones.

What kind of water and soil nurture what kind of people, and what kind of things are raised in that kind of exile... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Louis has already begun to plan intensively how to dismantle the Eagle Sauce, so why not start with their magical world.

The final exams were held as scheduled, but Catherine, Harry, and Cedric, who were participating in the competition, did not need to take the final exams. Louis certainly did not need to take the final exams either, as he had a special approval from Professor Dumbledore.

Harry has also been in trouble recently. The scar on his forehead is becoming more and more painful. He originally thought that the pain would be relieved a lot after learning the brain occlusion surgery, but it only lasted for half a year.

"I think Voldemort's power may have become stronger." Louis said this to Catherine in private. He also cared about Harry, but there was no good way to help him.

Senior experts at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries said that Potter's brain may have been affected by the mysterious man's magic, and he insisted that his scar was still painful, which undoubtedly showed that he was quite mentally confused.

"He might be pretending," a magic injury expert from Eagle Sauce said without mercy, "This child who has received much attention since childhood might want to attract more attention, so he pretends to be in great pain..."

But the Daily Prophet did not think so. They criticized the expert's shameless behavior and, intentionally or unintentionally, expanded it to the entire American magic world.

In fact, this is no longer a personal grudge. Louis also wants to take this opportunity to fire at the American magic world.

In addition, he also began to order the vampire tribe to march to the United States to hunt down wizards, specifically targeting members of the Magic Congress.

Then, news came out from nowhere that the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, had been carefully covering up some disturbing situations for Harry, such as the fact that Potter was a Parseltongue.

"Two years ago, many students were attacked, and most people believed that Potter was the mastermind behind it, because everyone saw him release a snake to bite a boy in the duel club out of anger." An anonymous person told the reporter of the New York Elves, "But all this was covered up by the headmaster Albus Dumbledore and his loyal lackey Louis Mountbatten. In addition, Potter made friends with werewolves and giants. We think he thinks power can do anything..."

This statement almost makes him the next successor of Voldemort.

Parseltongue has always been regarded as a form of dark magic. In fact, the most famous Parseltongue in modern times is Voldemort himself. A member of the Dark Arts Defense League who wishes to remain anonymous said that he believes any wizard who can speak Parseltongue "is worthy of investigation". He personally is very suspicious of people who can talk to snakes because he believes that snakes often appear in the most vicious dark magic and have been associated with bad people in history. Similarly, people who associate with evil creatures such as werewolves and giants must be violent.

Albus Dumbledore should consider whether it is appropriate to allow such a boy to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Some people are worried that Potter will use dark magic because of his eagerness to win, and some people continue to pay attention to whether Albus Dumbledore has the idea of ​​turning the entire wizarding world into a one-man show for himself. Perhaps pushing Potter to the front is just the beginning of his test.

In addition, the newspaper also mentioned that the third competition event will be held tonight.

"What nonsense! Isn't this just a bunch of nonsense?" Professor McGonagall was furious when she saw the ridiculous report in the New York Elf Paper. This newspaper not only slandered Dumbledore, but also threw dirty water on Harry, an innocent child.

Judging from the situation, they are going to expand the criticism by criticizing Harry and then move on to Dumbledore.

"This is a very obvious signal. They are putting pressure on us. This is one of the ways they are doing it." Louis didn't feel any pressure. It was just a sentence of "Dumbledore's loyal lackey" and he couldn't lose any meat.

This method is so familiar, it is obvious that it was taught by the same master.

Louis was not worried about the impact this method of pressure would have. After all, it wouldn't be him who would be in pain in a few days.

They say cats have nine lives, but I wonder how many lives these rotten garlics from the Magical Congress of Eagle Sauce have.

"Then what should we do?" Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore, wanting him to come up with a specific plan to deal with it.

Dumbledore shrugged and winked playfully: "I don't mind. I'm older and my skin has become thicker. It won't hurt to let them say a few words."

"What's true can't be false, and what's false can't be true." Louis said with a smile, "Harry doesn't know any dark magic anyway. As far as I know, that kid is a natural master of the Disarming Spell. I have no doubt that the power of his Disarming Spell can rival that of Shattering to Pieces - or even Avada Kedavra."

He was right. After all, he was the man who could use Expelliarmus to fight against Avada Kedavra.

"Minerva, perhaps what you should be most concerned about right now is Harry's mental state." Dumbledore said with a smile: "I suggest you go and inform him. Today is the day of the third project. Don't forget the big things because of the small things in the newspaper."

"You two...ah..." Professor McGonagall sighed, saying that she had nothing to say about the two shameless foxes, one big and one small. She glared at Louis, turned and left the principal's office.

After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore looked up at Louis and said solemnly: "I know that the buzzing of flies is annoying, but you also have to be careful about your methods."

"They've bullied me right at my doorstep, how can I pay attention?" Louis laughed. "Do I have to kneel down and beg for their forgiveness, my dear professor?"

"Oh, you misunderstood me." Dumbledore smiled and poured more lemonade for Louis. "I just wanted to advise you not to set the fire on Europe."

"Look at what you said. I'm not Voldemort who can't distinguish between friend and foe." Louis looked at Dumbledore sadly, thinking what do you think of me, old man...

You never do any good deeds in your life and only love killing people and setting fires?
That's not what I, Louis, did!

Alas, the news of the tide came on the Thames, and today I know who I am!
……

As a champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry did not have to take the final exams. He sat at the back of the class for every exam, flipping through books to learn new spells and cramming his knowledge of magic - how to deal with various spells.

Now he is sitting in the auditorium eating.

"The History of Magic exam starts in ten minutes, Harry," Ron whispered. "You're a warrior, so you don't need to take the exam. But I'm in trouble..."

Hermione glanced at him and snorted: "Hmph, if you could study harder... But History of Magic is not an important course, it doesn't matter how many points you get." Harry raised his head and was about to say something when he saw Professor McGonagall walking towards them along the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, the warriors will gather in the conference room next to the Great Hall after breakfast," said Professor McGonagall.

"But the game doesn't start until tonight!" Harry was a little nervous. In his haste, he spilled scrambled eggs on himself. He thought he had remembered the time wrong.

"I know, Potter." Professor McGonagall's expression was gentle, "The relatives of the warriors have been invited to watch the final. You can meet them."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall walked away, and Harry stared at her back in a daze.

"Well, she doesn't think the Dursleys are coming?" he asked Ron blankly.

"Honestly, I don't know," Ron said honestly. "Harry, I have to run. I'm going to be late for the exam... See you later!"

Ron said, grabbing a pen and paper and rushing out of the hall.

Harry finished his breakfast in the gradually deserted Great Hall, and he saw Fleur Delacour stand up from the Ravenclaw table and walk into the meeting room with Cedric. Krum also lazily went there a little later.

Harry sat still. He really didn't want to go. He had no relatives - no relatives who would come to see him risk his life. But just as he stood up, thinking about going to the library to study a few spells, the door to the meeting room opened and Cedric poked his head out. "Harry, come on, they're waiting for you!"

Harry stood up with a puzzled look on his face. Something was wrong. How could it be possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Dursleys couldn't possibly come.

He walked through the hall and pushed open the door into the conference room, where Cedric and his parents stood. In a corner of the room, Viktor Krum was speaking rapid Bulgarian with his dark-haired parents. He looked like his father's son, since their hooked noses looked exactly like those of their father.

Elsewhere, Fleur was chattering away in French with her mother, and her little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mother's hand. She waved at Harry, who returned the gesture with a grin.

Vasily was also speaking Russian rapidly with his Russian father, and Marilyn Chabanol was chatting happily with her parents.

Then he saw Aunt Molly and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, looking at him with smiles.

"You didn't expect that!" Aunt Molly said enthusiastically. "We wanted to come and watch you play, Harry!"

Harry went forward with a broad smile, and Aunt Molly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey, how are you?" Bill smiled and shook hands with Harry. "Charlie wanted to come too, but he couldn't leave. He said that the game you played against the Norwegian Spinosaurus was so exciting and incredible. He will definitely have a good chat with you when he goes home during the summer vacation. He loves Quidditch the most."

Harry noticed Fleur Delacour looking at Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder, and could see that she had no problem with the long hair and the fanged earrings.

"That's very kind of you," Harry whispered to Mrs. Weasley. "I was thinking, Dursley..."

"Hmm." Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. She always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but every time she heard their names, her eyes would blaze.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, surveying the conference room. "I haven't seen this place in five years. Is that portrait of the Mad Knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"

"Oh, yes," said Harry. "I ran into Lord Cadogan last year."

"Where's the Fat Lady?" Bill asked.

"I don't know." Harry replied somewhat bewilderedly.

At this time, Louis also came in. He looked around and didn't find Catherine and Solanlian. He walked over to Harry, scratched his head and greeted him, "Hello, Aunt Molly, and Bill."

"Oh, Louis." Aunt Molly hugged Louis happily, and pinched his cheeks after letting go. "It's been a long time since we last met. I always feel like you seem to have grown taller."

"I've been getting more nutrition recently, so I'm growing faster..." Louis scratched his head and chuckled, "Where are Catherine and Solanlian? Why can't I find them?"

Aunt Molly pointed to the small house over there and said, "Solanlian is in there. Catherine hasn't come yet. Do you want to go and take a look first?"

"Huh? Where's Catherine?" Louis asked in confusion. He thought about it carefully and it seemed that Catherine did not get up when he woke up in the morning.

As he said this, he walked towards the small house over there.

Pushing the door open, Solanlian was sitting inside in a daze.

"Lian." Louis greeted, "Why are you here so early? Where was Catherine?"

"I don't know where that heartless daughter has gone." Solanlian sighed with a heavy heart, and waved Louis to come over.

Louis walked over and sat next to her, naturally put his arm around her shoulders, and coaxed: “Don’t worry, Lian, Catherine must have been delayed by something, how about I go find her now?”

“No need, just wait here for a while.” Solanlian tilted her head, looked at Louis, and stretched out her hand to pick at his Adam’s apple. “But you, little guy, have caused a lot of trouble recently.”

"Hey, I'm not doing this for the wizarding world." Louis said with a smile, "Serving the people is my consistent purpose."

Solanlian snorted, raised her eyebrows slightly, leaned her head on her arms, glanced up and down at Louis, stretched out her little hand and chided him: “You only know how to talk big, don’t let Emma and I worry about you every day.”

"Okay, Sister Lian." Louis smiled funny, stood up and saluted Solan Lian.

Solanlian covered her mouth and chuckled. Just as she was about to say something else, the door opened and Catherine walked in.