I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 320 Conversation in the Principal’s Office
Catherine meant that the evil would last for thousands of years, so she was not worried at all about the safety of this little bad guy Louis.

Of course, she just said that. When Harry and the others came back just now, Catherine was about to ride on her broom to look for someone.

Louis patted Katherine's side and asked, "How long have they been gone?"

"Look, look at their backs." Catherine said, pointing at the backs of Dumbledore and others in the distance.

Louis nodded, raised his hand and waved to the cheering crowd around him, and whispered: "Come with me to the principal's office first...it's a big deal."

"Is it about Voldemort's resurrection?" Catherine asked puzzledly.

"Of course...how did you know?" Louis asked in surprise.

"How could I not know?" Catherine rolled her eyes at him and answered in a low voice, "When Harry came back, he was shouting something like Voldemort is back, Voldemort is back. I saw that Fudge looked very unhappy and he had already left the stadium... Professor Dumbledore wanted to know what happened to Harry, so he took him back to the headmaster's office first. As for the champion of the Triwizard Tournament..."

At this point, Catherine's indifferent expression surprised Louis: "Let Gryffindor take it away. Look how happy they are. Hum..."

Despite what she said, Catherine did not show any displeasure.

"You've grown up, baby." Louis smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

The result was a kick from Catherine.

"I wanted to comfort you, but since you're so open-minded, forget it." Louis spread his hands indifferently, facing Catherine's cold gaze, and quickly changed his mind: "But who makes me your man? Let's go on vacation in the summer."

Catherine's gaze suddenly changed from severe winter to midsummer.

The tsundere snorted to show his satisfaction.

At this time, the light bulb duo also ran over, and Ron shouted loudly: "Louis, Louis!"

He ran over here breathlessly, followed by Hermione... oh, and Draco.

"Is Voldemort really back, Louise?" Hermione asked worriedly, "I think Harry's mental state is not very good. Voldemort must be torturing him? My God... He is still so young..."

"Indeed, I'm back, but it's not a big deal. I still have something to talk to Professor Dumbledore about." Louis looked at Draco again, "Draco, send an owl to Uncle Lucius and ask him to quickly bring Aunt Narcissa to Hogwarts to find me. Hurry!"

"Understood!" Draco responded seriously, turned around and ran away.

Louis looked at Ron and Hermione again: "I won't go into the details. Anyway, you will have to listen to it again later. Let's go... Let's go to the headmaster's office first and listen to what Harry has to say."

"Ah."

……

Louis opened the door of the headmaster's office. Only Dumbledore, four deans, Sirius and Emma were in the room. Louis' mouth twitched. It seemed that his mother really believed in him and didn't even want to wait - she was undoubtedly his biological mother.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk. He looked at Harry, but Harry's eyes were evasive. Louis knew that Dumbledore was going to start questioning Harry and ask him to tell him everything that happened today.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened after you touched the portkey in the maze?" Dumbledore's scorching gaze hidden behind the half-moon lenses put Harry under great pressure. He was actually very tired and wanted to go back to sleep. He was not very willing to answer Dumbledore's questions.

"We can talk about it tomorrow morning, can't we, Dumbledore?" Sirius said hoarsely. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him get some sleep. Let him rest. The boy is very tired..."

Harry felt a surge of gratitude towards Sirius, but Dumbledore seemed not to hear Sirius' words. He leaned towards Harry, and Harry looked up reluctantly into those blue eyes.

"If I thought," said Dumbledore gently, "that it would be good for you to hypnotize you into sleep, and allow you to temporarily put your mind off all that had happened tonight, I would do so... but I know better than you that temporarily numbing pain would only make it worse when you eventually feel it. You have shown far more courage than I could have expected of you."

"I ask you to show your courage once again. I ask you to tell us everything that happened." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, but powerful and unquestionable.

Louis understood what he meant, which was simply that a short pain is worse than a long one.

The phoenix let out a soft, trembling cry and trembled slightly in the air. Harry felt as if a drop of hot liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, making him feel warm all of a sudden and filled with strength and courage.

Then, the phoenix fluttered to Harry's knees, emitting light and warmth, dispelling the haze in Harry's heart.

Harry took a deep breath, put a hand on the phoenix on his knee, and began to tell them. As he spoke, everything that had happened tonight flashed before his eyes like a movie; he saw the sparking potion that brought Voldemort back to life; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating and suddenly appearing in the graves around them; he saw Voldemort's wand emitting emerald light, forcing him to duel with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Once or twice Sirius made a little sound, as if he wanted to say something, his hand still tightly grasping Harry's shoulders, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop him. Louis also walked over and took Sirius's hand from Harry's shoulder, and Ron and Hermione also came up and stood on either side of Harry, which made Harry feel warm and very fortunate, because everything is difficult at the beginning, and now that the conversation is opened, it will be much easier to continue.

He even had a feeling of relief, as if something harmful was being sucked out of his body bit by bit. He used great willpower to support himself to continue speaking, but he felt that once he finished speaking, he would feel much better.

When Harry got to the part where Wormtail stabbed him in the arm with his dagger, Sirius gave a cry of excitement.

"What are you barking about?" Snape glanced at Sirius coldly. He was very annoyed by Sirius's jumpy look.

Sirius said nothing, but gave Snape the finger. He cared so much about Harry that he could not help but cry out when Harry spoke of danger. Dumbledore stood up so fast that Harry was startled. Dumbledore walked around the table and told Harry to hold out his arm. Harry showed them both his torn robes and the wound beneath them.

"He said that using my blood would work better than anyone else's, and would make him stronger," Harry told Dumbledore without reservation. "He said that he wanted that protective power - the power that my mother left in me - too."

"He was right. When he touched me again later, he wouldn't be hurt. He touched my face." When he said this, Harry looked a little depressed, as if he had lost something.

For a brief moment, Harry thought he saw a gleam of pleasure in Dumbledore's eyes, but he soon decided that he must be seeing things, for when Dumbledore returned to the chair behind his desk, he looked as old and tired as Harry always saw him.

“Very good,” he said, sitting down again. “Voldemort has triumphed over that extraordinary obstacle. Harry, please continue.”

Harry continued to talk, he described how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron, and told them what he remembered of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters. Then he told them how he had cursed at Voldemort, and when they heard Harry say that he had insulted Voldemort's father as a Muggle, everyone's face became very interesting.

"I have to say, even though I was once a Muggle, I still feel great about it." Hermione patted Harry's shoulder and said, "You did the right thing, but... hahaha... it was just a little bit damaging. I guess Voldemort's expression at that time must have been very interesting."

"Ah, yes." Harry recalled Voldemort's expression at the time and laughed. "You don't know, Voldemort's expression at the time was like he wanted to eat me... But I'm not worried. No matter what, he won't let me go. I offended him a lot when I was a child, so scolding him a few more times won't be a big deal."

"As the saying goes, too much debt doesn't worry you, and too many lice don't itch, right?" Ron chuckled.

"You've defeated magic with magic." Louis laughed. He knew Harry's words were always sharp, but he didn't expect them to be so...sharp. "What should we call this? Simple foul mouth, the ultimate enjoyment?"

"Oh, God, don't say it..." Harry covered his face in embarrassment: "I actually regret it too. What if he really got angry and killed me with a spell?"

"That shouldn't happen, you know, Harry." Hermione also began to tease: "Well-educated children are generally told 'don't play with food' from childhood, but Voldemort is obviously uneducated."

"In fact, we had a duel." Harry laughed for a while and continued, "His spell was very strong... I was able to avoid being hurt by him by hiding behind a tombstone. If Louis and the other three had come a little later, I might not have survived..."

Harry gave Snape a thumbs up and said, "Professor, your spell is really cool."

He was referring to the Avada Kedavra curse that Snape had cast at Voldemort before he left. It seemed that Snape had revealed his true colors. I won't pretend anymore. I'm Dumbledore's undercover agent. I'm laying my cards on the table...

Snape snorted and gave Harry a cold look.

Louis, who knew the professor's personality well, knew that Snape was very satisfied now, but he was suffering from being a sharp-tongued tsundere...

He shuddered. Speaking of sharp-tongued tsunderes, he always felt that the professor's personality was similar to his wife's. He looked back at Catherine, who was smiling sweetly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my wife is very beautiful and she is no longer a sharp-tongued and tsundere person.

"The news of Voldemort's return will probably set off a storm of public opinion in the British wizarding community." Harry rubbed his forehead. "I think they've been suffering for the past two days. I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is also suffering..."

"Oh, that's not the case." Professor Dumbledore smiled and said, "Contrary to your guess, I think this matter will be suppressed."

"Why?" Harry asked in astonishment. "Oh, you mean Fudge? I see he's in a hurry and doesn't believe that Voldemort has returned. Are you saying he'll ban any news reports about it?"

"Oh, poor Harry." Louis said with a smile, "First of all, it's not that Fudge doesn't believe it, but that he won't believe it... Let's put it this way, if Voldemort's resurrection occurs during his tenure, it will be a question whether he can continue to serve as the Minister of Magic... Secondly, news of banned information will not happen here."

"Hmm?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "If he didn't suppress the news in the newspapers, how could he suppress the news of Voldemort's return?"

"You don't know that, Hermione." Louis chuckled and said, "Banners are a method used in the Middle Ages. We usually decide not to publish them after deliberation by the parliament..."

Hermione's breath nearly caught in her throat.

"Don't look at me like that. This is how the Muggle world really works." Louis laughed, "Just listen to fairy tales. Don't take them seriously..."

Hermione was not willing to believe what Louis said, but given Louis's identity, he did know deeper secrets. For a moment, she didn't know how to refute Louis and could only sit there silently.

"Everyone has to know that Voldemort has returned, right?" Ron said indignantly.

"That's not necessary," Dumbledore took the lead in setting the tone: "Some things are not as simple as you think, Ron. I personally hope that this matter will be made public, but..."

"But we have other things to do first, such as studying Voldemort's new ally." Louis said, turning his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sat up straight immediately. He knew that Louis would never speak without a purpose.

"But before that, Harry should rest." Louis turned to look at Harry with a smile: "You have experienced too much tonight. You should go back and have a good rest, take a bath, and eliminate your physical fatigue."

Harry suddenly realized that Fawkes had flown off his knees. The phoenix fluttered to the ground and placed its beautiful head against Harry's injured leg. Large, transparent tears flowed from its eyes and fell on the scraped wound on his leg. The pain disappeared in an instant, and the skin healed instantly. His leg was as good as new.

"I'm fine, Louis." Harry said quickly, "I also want to know about Voldemort."

(End of this chapter)