I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 322: The Minister of Magic's Bureaucracy

Louis felt no shame in not knowing how to prepare a sleeping potion.

Having money is enough. As the saying goes, those who work with their minds rule others, and those who work with their hands are ruled by others. Do you think Professor Snape knows a lot? Under the temptation of a big order from someone like me, didn't he still stay in the office every day to make truth serum?

Although my professor is arrogant and reluctant, I know him very well. Actually, his subtext is - you have to pay more.

Harry drank the potion and fell unconscious on the bed. Louis glanced at the rest of the people, said nothing, stood up and left.

Now that it has been confirmed that there is nothing wrong with Harry, there is no need to stay here.

After opening the office door, Louis looked around but couldn't find Catherine. Seeing Sakuya fiddling with the old tangerine peel that Ye Ziyan brought back from Seris, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Master," Sakuya stood up and bowed, and replied softly, "This is the old tangerine peel that Madam Ye brought back from Seris. Would you like to try some?"

"Okay." Louis did not refuse. To be honest, he missed the taste quite a bit. He liked it very much in his previous life.

While Sakuya was making tea, Louis walked into the bedroom. Catherine was sitting on a chair with a look of loneliness between her brows.

"What's wrong, Little Moon?" Louis walked over and gently stroked her soft hair. "Are you still thinking about the Triwizard Tournament?"

Catherine didn’t say anything, but hugged Louis’ waist with her backhand, put her head on his abdomen, and hummed in a nasal voice.

Louis stroked her hair, and could understand Catherine's feelings. After all, she had been preparing for this for half a year. She thought she had a sure win, but someone robbed her house at the last minute. Even though she knew that it was Voldemort's conspiracy, guiding Harry to win quickly, she still couldn't accept it in her heart.

It seems that the calmness just now was just an act of bravado.

Sakuya knocked on the door gently, pushed it open and walked in. She didn't disturb the two of them, put the teapot aside and quietly left.

"You don't need something like this to prove yourself. Everyone in the school knows that you are the best..." Louis said dryly, with a feeling of describing a "hard power champion". He lacked the confidence he had when he boasted about LGD's victory over the opponent in his previous life.

Catherine didn't answer, but just hummed in silence. Louis really didn't know what to say, so he could only hug her and pat her head.

This is completely in line with the current situation of contemporary netizens. When someone comes to complain, they will just say "oh well" and then hug, pat and rub them, just like a pastry chef.

"How about we go hunting during the holidays? Maybe it will make us happier?" Louis patted Catherine on the back.

Catherine still said nothing, just shook her head.

Louis was at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to use the most straightforward way of comfort.

……

To be honest, this kind of comfort was indeed very useful. At least Catherine no longer had the mind to think about the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, the price was that Louis received a row of teeth marks on his triceps.

The next morning, Louis, who was having breakfast in the office, was hurriedly called away by Ron, who said that Harry should be waking up soon.

Louis grabbed the unfinished sandwich on the plate and wanted to ask Catherine to go with him, but Catherine ignored him.

Well, it seems that he really offended her. Louis spread his hands and decided to go out first.

"Have you eaten, Ron?" Louis asked, biting into his sandwich.

Ron was a little worried. He hummed and immediately changed the subject to Harry: "Louis, do you think Harry is okay? I saw that he was not in a good condition yesterday..."

"Don't worry, good things will come to you." Louis swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and decided to ask, "Ron, can I ask you a question?"

Ron's heart flew back from Harry in an instant. He looked at Louis as if he was looking at a new continent, and said flatteredly: "Ah... this... do you have any questions to ask me... is there anything you don't know?"

"Of course, such as how to comfort a woman." Louis spread his hands, looked around, and saw that Catherine did not follow him secretly, so he said softly: "I have a question, if Hermione did not get the first place in the grade, how would you comfort her?"

"Ah? Ever since you didn't take the exam, Hermione has been top of the grade..." Ron frowned and thought for a long time before giving such an unreliable answer.

Louis slapped his forehead and said immediately: “I mean if, if…”

"If so..." Ron thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Then I'll take her to watch Quidditch. You know, watching Quidditch is good for physical and mental health..."

Louis: …

Forget it, I shouldn't have asked Ron in the first place. I was so stupid, really. I only knew that Ron was straighter than me, but I still asked him how to please girls...

Ron looked at the absent-minded Louis and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you? You look absent-minded. Did you make Catherine angry?"

"Oh, that's not the case. She's just in a bad mood." Louis shrugged. "I don't know how to comfort her, that's all."

"Well... leave her alone for two days. She'll figure it out in a few days anyway." Ron spread his hands, indicating that he didn't care - she wasn't his girlfriend anyway, and her anger wasn't directed at him.

Louis looked at Ron with disdain, what a scumbag. When they arrived at the hospital wing, Harry was still fast asleep. Beside him, Lilastrasza was reading a book, Aunt Molly was watching on the other side, and Hermione was peeling an apple on the side.

Bill was somewhere unknown, Sirius wasn't there either, and when Ron walked in, Aunt Molly made a quick hushing gesture to her lips.

It seems that Harry is still sleeping. He slept long enough... Louis stretched out his hand to check the time. He fell asleep at nine o'clock last night. Now it is half past nine in the morning, and Harry is still sleeping soundly.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and it seemed that there were a lot of people.

"What's going on?" Louis pointed outside the door, not knowing what was happening outside.

Aunt Molly glanced at Harry and whispered, "It seems that Cornelius Fudge has come here. He has been shouting since about eight o'clock. It's so noisy... If they don't shut up, they will wake Harry up..."

"What are they yelling about? What happened?" Louis asked in confusion, "Is Voldemort attacking?"

At this time, Harry also opened his sleepy eyes. He was almost as tall as Nobita Nobi. Without his glasses, he was blind. When Lilastrasza saw him wake up, she immediately handed him the glasses.

Harry put on his glasses and saw the people in the room clearly. He grabbed Lilastrasza's hand and said thank you.

At this time, Aunt Molly stood up. She did not notice that Harry stood up. Her attention was completely attracted by the people outside... Aunt Molly was very angry about the noisy people outside. She thought they disturbed Harry's rest.

"That's Fudge's voice," she complained softly, "and Minerva McGonagall's voice, isn't it? But what are they arguing about? It's so early in the morning, and no one is going to get enough rest... Really..."

Then Harry heard it too: someone was shouting and running towards the ward.

"It's a shame, but it can't be helped, Minerva," cried Cornelius Fudge.

"You should never have brought it into the castle!" Professor McGonagall sounded very angry. "If Dumbledore finds it -"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. Bill pulled open the curtain, and everyone around him stared at the door, not noticing that Harry had sat up and put on his glasses.

Fudge strode into the ward, followed closely by Professor McGonagall and Snape.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge asked Aunt Molly in a not very good attitude, as if he was questioning her.

"He's not here," said Aunt Molly angrily. "Minister, this is a ward. Do you think that as Minister of Magic you can do whatever you want—"

But at this moment, the door opened and Dumbledore walked into the ward quickly.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked sharply, his eyes blazing from Fudge to Professor McGonagall. "Why are you disturbing these people here? Minerva, you really shock me..."

Dumbledore's tone was somewhat indirect. On the surface, he was questioning Professor McGonagall, but in reality he was blaming Fudge.

"Haha, I don't think there is any need to ensure Potter's safety anymore, Dumbledore!" she screamed, "Don't worry, the Minister has ensured it! He has already raised the security of the entire school by several levels!"

Not to mention, perhaps infected by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall also started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

To be honest, Louis was a little surprised. He had never seen Professor McGonagall so impulsive before - even when Harry was bitten by a spider, she was not as anxious as she was now. Her cheeks flushed with anger, and her hands clenched into fists. She was shaking with anger.

"We told Mr. Fudge that we found that it was the Death Eaters who caused the incident last night," Snape whispered, "He seemed to feel that his personal safety was also in jeopardy, and he had to summon a Dementor to accompany him into the castle... Look, the Dementor is standing outside now..."

"My dear lady!" Fudge shouted loudly. He had now torn off his gentle disguise and roared, "As the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide whether I am willing to bring bodyguards, because your school is not safe now! There are Death Eaters everywhere!"

"It's not just the Death Eaters, Cornelius." Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. "You probably don't know about Barty Crouch Jr.... He disguised himself as Alastor Moody and used the Triwizard Tournament and his Death Eater companions to come up with a series of plans. Now... Voldemort has made a comeback!"

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," Fudge said, with a smile on his face. "You... you can't really believe all this? God... the mysterious man is back? Don't joke, don't joke... Since you mentioned Barty Crouch Jr.... that guy is an absolute lunatic, and you know about how he tortured the Longbottoms... But how can you take the words of such a lunatic seriously, Dumbledore..."

Fudge's expression was very interesting. He was absolutely unwilling to believe that Voldemort had really returned - this would not do him any good, but would be very harmful. Whenever he thought about losing his position as Minister of Magic, he trembled all over.

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was transported directly to Voldemort," Dumbledore said firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's resurrection with his own eyes. You may as well come to my office, and I will explain everything to you in detail, if you have the patience."

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced at Harry and saw that Harry had woken up. Harry wanted to speak, but Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to ask Harry questions today. The third task of the Triwizard Tournament has exhausted his mind. I hope you won't disturb him. He's already pitiful enough..."

Fudge, still smiling that strange smile, looked at Harry with an unfriendly expression, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore and asked hesitantly, "You - um - you are going to take Harry's words at face value, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

He was greeted by a moment of silence. Then, Dumbledore spoke, his eyes gleaming. "Of course I believe Harry, there is no doubt about that. I listened to Crouch Jr.'s confession after taking the truth serum, and I also listened to Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup. Their words corroborated each other, and there were no loopholes. You don't suspect that they are colluding with each other, do you?"

Sirius sneered. "What kind of brain does it take to believe that Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. is in league with Harry? Good God, Fudge, you can't believe such nonsense, can you?"

Fudge looked unhappy. Sirius's weird tone made him very uncomfortable, but he still had that weird smile on his face. He glanced at Harry again, trying to define the whole problem: "Are you prepared to believe that Voldemort has returned and listen to the words of a mentally ill murderer and a frightened child, and this child...he..."

Fudge glanced quickly at Harry again.

Louis understood what Fudge was up to. He was trying to characterize the whole issue as the nonsense of "a mentally ill murderer and a frightened child" in order to cover up the news of Voldemort's return, so that his position as Minister of Magic would not be shaken by such an unexpected incident.

(End of this chapter)