I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 327 Give up fantasy and prepare for struggle

Those who could find the problem in Dumbledore's words were basically Muggles, and those who were only interested in international political and economic news. Obviously, except for Louis and his cousin... no, his cousin Elizabeth, no one else could pick up on this joke.

"I believe - well... Actually I still hope I am wrong, but it is obvious that fantasy is useless. Our only way out is to give up fantasy, unite as one, and prepare to fight Voldemort." Dumbledore glanced at the students sitting below and continued, "I believe that we will all face dark and difficult times. Some of you in the hall have even been directly harmed by Voldemort and his gang. Many of your families have been torn apart because of this..."

"But remember, even in the darkest times, we must have hope, unite and be prepared to fight," Dumbledore said with finality: "It is not advisable to be timid before the battle. Believe me, Voldemort is not as terrible as you think. Harry can testify to this..."

Everyone's eyes turned to Harry, as if they wanted to see the answer from his face, and Harry could only nod. With the nod of the person involved, everyone was no longer so scared - Voldemort couldn't even kill a fourth-year student, and it was an N-to-1 duel, which would be a joke if anyone told others about it.

As students, Harry can do it, so can we.

Of course, it's always a good thing to be optimistic. Sometimes scaring yourself can scare yourself to death.

Dumbledore's speech was brief. He knew that everyone was eager to go home. For these students, he only needed to give them some reminders. Dumbledore could only do his best and leave the rest to fate. Good words could not persuade the damned ghosts. He had made his words so clear and thorough. If there were still people who did not take them seriously, then there was nothing he could do.

Louis had packed his luggage long ago. He had two maids at home to help him, and he didn't have any pets. The owl stayed at home. When he came a few days ago, it was obvious that it could not fly anymore - not because it had been abused. Louis saw that Emerlis was obviously overnourished and had become fat.

It's time to put the bird on a diet...

Harry did not need to go back to the Dursleys' home in Privet Drive, Whetstone; that was not his home. He had already received an invitation from Sirius to stay at Sirius' home in Hogsmeade Square.

When he received the invitation, Harry laughed like the silliest comedian in history. If he opened his mouth any wider, he could see his stomach - this was said by the Weasley twins. Harry ignored them. After all, he was not good at speaking, and teasing with the twins would only make himself uncomfortable.

The students were all waiting in the crowded hall for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station. It was another beautiful summer, and the temperate oceanic climate at high latitudes was not as hot as inland areas. Although Louis could go back home via the Floo Network, to be honest, he and Catherine were counting on their fingers last night. Even for Louis, there were only four chances to go home during the holidays, so they decided to take the train back together.

The memories of youth are always unusual. Some things cannot be skipped just by doing so. We must always leave ourselves some memories and thoughts.

"Harry!"

Louis turned his head and saw Fleur Delacour hurrying up the stone steps and entering the castle. Behind her, at the other end of the field, Hagrid could be seen helping Madam Maxime harness two horses - the Beauxbatons carriage was about to set off.

"I hope we'll meet again," Fleur said, walking up to Harry and offering him a hand. "I'd like to find a job here and improve my English."

"Your English is already very good." Harry said with a smile, Fleur smiled at him and turned to look at Katherine again.

"Oh, my dear sister." Fleur opened her arms and hugged Catherine. Catherine stiffened a little, not used to others being so enthusiastic towards her - but considering that she was a woman, she didn't say much.

"Remember to write to me, sister." Furong said softly, "If possible, I hope you can come to our house with Louis."

"If I have time," replied Catherine, smiling, "if I have time, I will certainly go."

"Goodbye, Catherine, goodbye, Harry," said Fleur, turning away. "It was very nice to meet you, and I hope to see you again soon—"

Fleur hurried along the lawn towards Madame Maxime, her silver hair rippling like waves in the sun, looking lively and cheerful.

"I wonder how the students from Durmstrang will get back," Ron sighed, and began to worry about the students from Durmstrang. "Do you think they can still fly that ship without Professor Karkaroff?"

"Professor Karkaroff is not at the helm," a hoarse, dull voice said. "He stays in the cabin. We do all the work."

It was Viktor, coming to say goodbye to Harry.

"Harry," Viktor looked at Harry with a less gloomy expression, "I'm glad to meet you. Your ability is definitely worthy of your fame. I hope that one day, we can meet on the Quidditch field. At that time, I will prove that in Quidditch, I, Viktor Krum, will never lose to you."

"Me too." Harry chuckled and said foolishly, "It's settled. We will definitely meet again."

Ron suddenly said, "Can you sign for me? Viktor..."

Viktor looked surprised and relieved. He nodded and signed a piece of parchment for Ron.

On their way back to King's Cross Station, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hoghuntz last September. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the blue sky was refreshing. Louis struggled for a long time and finally found an empty compartment, and took the three children in. Originally, they wanted to ask Draco to come along, but they also knew the situation of Draco's family. When Dumbledore just finished his speech, Draco was picked up by Lucius, and among the people escorting him was Joseph Mills.

It seemed that Lucius was also very concerned about safety issues - that's right, when it comes to understanding Voldemort's cruelty and psychosis, Lucius could be said to have seen at least 80% of it, even if he hadn't seen 100%.

Sitting in the compartment, Ron's owl, Piggy, was once again hidden by his dress robes, and was annoying him with its incessant shrieking; Hedwig was dozing with her head tucked under her wing, and Crookshanks was curled up on an empty seat like a large, fluffy ginger cushion.

Catherine and Hermione sat in a row, whispering something. Louis and the other three sat together, with nothing to do, chatting about random things. Louis mainly leaned on the bed to look at the scenery outside. He liked looking at the clouds in the sky the most, which always made him feel relaxed and happy.

The train carried them south.

Harry felt that Dumbledore's speech at the leaving party seemed to have washed away his worries. Now he would not feel so painful when talking about what happened. Ron was heartless. Anyway, if the sky fell, there was Dumbledore, a tall man, to support him. If things got worse, there was Louis. He felt that he just needed to eat and sleep, and put his heart at ease.

They didn't stop talking until the lunch cart came over. Louis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Wow, these two guys are more talkative than the two women opposite...

"What are you eating? I'll go buy it." Hermione stood up and called the aunt who was pushing the cart to sell lunch, "It's my treat this time."

"I'll have a beef sandwich," Louis looked over there, "It would be even better if there was soda water. God, I can't remember the last time I drank a carbonated drink..."

"Louis, you know there is no soda water in the wizarding world..." Hermione looked at Louis helplessly. In fact, she hadn't drunk carbonated water for a long time. Louis' words aroused her interest.

Catherine mysteriously took out a small bag, took out two cans of Coke, handed them to Louis, and placed them on the table next to Hermione's seat. She smiled and said, "Here, I just happen to have some soda here. I was planning to give Mr. Xiaolu a fixed amount, but now we're almost home... so just take them out and drink them all."

"Good fellow!" Louise's eyes were moist, "Didn't you say that the Coke was gone? You bad woman!"

"Didn't you say that?" Catherine said with a smug look, "The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. You knew this but still believed me... Who told you not to search?"

Louis choked and put out the fire in an instant.

When Hermione returned from the cart and put the money back in her bag, she pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet that she had been carrying in her bag. Harry looked at it, unsure if he really wanted to know what it said. Hermione saw him looking at the paper and said calmly, "It didn't say anything... You can check it yourself, there's really nothing. I checked it every day, and there was only a short message the day after the third task saying you won the Triwizard Cup."

At this point, Hermione glanced at Louis hesitantly. "They didn't even mention Voldemort's return. They didn't say a word about it. If you ask me, I think Fudge forced them to keep silent."

Hermione was not sure what was going on, and she was also amazed at the silence of the Daily Prophet - even if the Daily Prophet remained silent under pressure from Fudge and the Ministry of Magic, their backer Louis was not someone who would keep silent...

"He can't keep Rita quiet," said Harry. "Ms. Rita Skeeter won't let go of a good story like this - and Louis can't sit back and do nothing about it, can he?"

Louis didn't even look up, chewing the beef sandwich in his hand attentively - it was neither salty nor bland, and tasted great. He tried to avoid talking while eating, which was the traditional etiquette of Seris.

"This... uh, I don't know." Hermione exhaled and looked up in her seat: "Oh my God, the adult world is too complicated. I really don't want to waste my brain cells thinking about the twists and turns - especially people like Louis who play politics, their hearts are dirty..."

"Hehehe, you are the one who is worried..." Louis swallowed the last piece of sandwich and immediately defended himself. If he didn't speak up, who knows what accusation Hermione would put on him.

"Isn't it true? You could have ordered Ms. Rita Skeeter to make this matter public..." Hermione curled her lips.

Louis was in no hurry to speak. He picked up the Coke on the table, opened the pull ring with a click, drank two mouthfuls happily, and then burped with satisfaction. He took a breath, looked at Hermione, and said patiently: "This is politics, Hermione, not a child's play where we have to argue about who is right and who is wrong. After all, we are on the side of order. This is the best opportunity to get Fudge out of office through proper means..."

"I don't understand politics, Louis." Hermione looked at Louis seriously and solemnly: "I don't want to get involved in it. I'm not interested in politics. I only care about the safety of ordinary wizards..."

"You're wrong, Hermione." Louis smiled. "Human beings are the sum of all social relations. We can call all social activities in which people engage in complex interpersonal relationships to maximize their interests politics. In fact, interpersonal communication is inseparable from the foundation of political science... Don't have any prejudice against this subject. In fact, it is not as lofty as you think, nor as dirty as you think. In fact, we participate in such activities all the time in our lives. This is an inevitable product of social development."

"Stepping back, even if I order Ms. Rita Skeeter's Daily Prophet to write an article about Voldemort's return, how many people do you think will believe it if the Ministry of Magic keeps refuting the rumors?" Louis smiled slightly, "Remember the 'four-stage strategy' I told you about? Fudge is now using this method to delay time - all he can do is to prolong his time as Minister of Magic. If the truth is suddenly revealed, he will have to step down - but if he is forced to admit that Voldemort has returned now, he may not step down. After all, the greatest effect will be achieved with a sense of contrast..."

"What about the innocent ordinary wizards? And the Muggles? Aren't their lives important enough?" Hermione asked again with a frown.

"Do you really want to show off your excessive conscience?" Louis' words were merciless: "Are you satisfied with letting Fudge continue to lead the wizarding world and mess up the wizarding world?"

(End of this chapter)