I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 328 On the train

"But...but..." Hermione scratched her head. She had some white left-wing ideas and found it difficult to accept Louis' point of view.

It should be noted that white leftists are not really leftists. In fact, white leftists are a kind of extreme right-wing ideology disguised as leftists. In essence, they force others to accept their own views. These humanoid creatures do not really think that something is pitiful. They just want to satisfy their own pitiful so-called conscience. In essence, they pursue a kind of self-satisfaction and self-intoxication, which is different from self-realization...

But Hermione...it's actually a little hard to say. This girl is essentially kind-hearted, but in reality, judging from the vomiting...no, from the perspective of the SPEW Association - that is, the Society for the Protection of House-Elves, she is essentially forcing people to accept her own views, regardless of whether the house-elves are willing to accept them or not.

The method is too rough.

"It's okay, Hermione." Louis crossed his arms over his chest, his face a little cold, "I hope you can figure it out. The wheel of time is rolling forward, and no one can stop it. You are my good brother's girlfriend, and you are also a smart person. I don't want you to make a fool of yourself. After all, rebuilding the order of the new world still requires your help."

"I see." Hermione nodded solemnly, brainstorming in her mind.

It’s not actually her fault. In fact, this kind of people are particularly prevalent among the middle class in Europe and the United States in this era. That’s the general environment.

"Your safety must also be guaranteed, Ron." Louis looked at Ron and said seriously, "The Burrow is too isolated. I hope you can move to a safe place... I hope you can persuade Aunt Molly when you go home."

Ron was obviously tempted. He thought about it carefully, but shook his head in frustration: "No, Mom won't listen to me. There's no way she will listen to me..."

"You're so stupid." Louis looked at the silly child with pity. "Can't you unite with your brothers and sisters to force the emperor to abdicate? Think about it, if Bill, Charlie, George, Fred, Ginny and you asked for it at the same time, would your mother still object? Besides, the four of you brothers and sisters have made a lot of money and have a lot of surplus to supplement the family. I don't believe Aunt Molly will object."

"This..." Ron thought for a moment.

Louis continued to strike while the iron was hot: "Don't just talk about the issue of moving, you must focus on Ginny's safety. It doesn't matter for you boys, but what about Ginny, a girl? Remember to use this kind of talk. After all, Ginny is a girl, and the youngest one. I believe Aunt Molly will not object."

While speaking, Louis always felt as if he had forgotten someone, but after brainstorming for a long time, he couldn't figure out who he had forgotten.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Ron clenched his fist and pounded his palm. "So, Harry, are you going to come over to my house to play during the summer vacation?"

"It should be possible. Let's see if Sirius has time." Harry didn't refuse to go to the Burrow to play. After all, Aunt Molly really liked him and was almost willing to accept him as her godson.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron looked at Hermione hopefully again.

Hermione looked up, obviously lost in thought. Louis sighed and tried to recommend some reading material to Hermione: "Here's how, Hermione, don't think about it on your own. I'll recommend you a few books. You can read them when you have nothing to do, so you can apply what you have learned..."

"Okay." Hermione immediately rummaged through her bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. "Go ahead and I'll remember."

"Hmm... Machiavelli's The Prince," Louis scratched his chin and continued, "After all, a smart person like you will be a leader in the future, so it won't hurt to read this book - oh, and Ceris's The Art of War, it won't hurt to read more, after all, knowledge is power."

"Knowledge is power?" Hermione murmured.

Louis nodded seriously and said in Chinese: "Yes, knowledge is power!"

"I understand!" Hermione nodded seriously and put the small notebook in her arms. She planned to go to the bookstore to buy these two books when she got home and read them carefully to absorb their essence.

Seeing Hermione in a trance, Louis hooked his finger at Catherine who was sitting opposite him. Catherine raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he meant, and leaned over.

“I mean, cheese is power,” Louis said softly.

Catherine didn't understand the joke and looked at Louis in confusion.

"Knowledge, cheese..." Louis said in Chinese, and then said in English: "Hey... In Chinese, knowledge and cheese are homophones... It's so boring to talk to you foreigners..."

But he forgot that he is actually a foreigner now.

Nowadays, there are many elites in the United States, Japan and Russia, but elite middle-level elites are rare - if it were Europe more than 400 years ago, there would be elite middle-level elites everywhere.

At the same time, there was a noise in the carriage, followed by a burst of laughter.

"What's going on outside?" Ron, who loved the hustle and bustle, asked curiously. He stood up and just as he pushed open the door, the Weasley twins squeezed in from outside.

Then they saw Neville, who was covered with feathers.

"..." Louis forced himself not to laugh. What's wrong with this guy? Why is his whole body covered with feathers? Oh... He must have eaten the canary biscuits given by the twins. Isn't it okay to eat a hundred beans? You dare to eat anything given by the twins. Are you still a Gryffindor...

He glanced at Catherine, but found that there was no expression on Catherine's face. She just glanced at Neville and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

Well, how could a cool goddess like my sister care about such a little joke?
But the others in the room were not as respectful as Louis and Catherine. Harry and Ron burst into laughter without giving any face, and even Hermione covered her mouth and giggled. Neville looked at the unscrupulous classmates in the room with a gloomy face, so angry...

"You too, Neville." Louis sighed, "Everyone in Hogwarts knows that you shouldn't eat anything given by the Weasley twins. Why don't you believe it..."

It’s not that he is a victim-blaming person. In fact, it is really the case that you just don’t believe in something that everyone knows. Sometimes you can’t blame them for this.

"I... I forgot..." Neville whispered. The twins never had to cheat him. They would just give him a cookie and ask him if he wanted to eat it. Every time, Neville would gladly accept the twins' "kindness" and then be tricked.

It's not that he has a bad memory - his bad memory problem was cured by Louis a long time ago, but he always has a gambling element, so he wants to gamble once to see if the twins will deceive him. Unfortunately, he loses every time. The twins are really not human... too much of a dog.

"And you two, can you find someone else to pull it?" Louis looked helplessly at the twins who were laughing wildly, and snapped his fingers to help Neville take off all the feathers. "Neville is such an honest child, and he is being harmed by you like this every day. Don't you two have a guilty conscience?"

The twins looked at each other and shrugged. "You are just like Weatherby, Louis. You like to preach..."

"Wetherby?" Louis was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was Percy's nickname - it was given by Mr. Crouch, whom Percy admired the most, which was quite ironic.

Then he suddenly remembered that what he had forgotten when he spoke just now was Percy...

I was surprised. Is Percy so invisible? But speaking of it, Percy really doesn't look like a Weasley. The red-headed people in the Weasley family are usually easy-going, and rarely have a fanboy like him.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. I was just talking to Ron, asking him to persuade Aunt Molly to move. The Burrow is good, but it will become unsafe now that Voldemort has returned..."

"That's a good idea." George said happily first, "I have saved a lot of money over the years, enough for my family to buy a good house - a big house, a good house, a beautiful house." The latter sentence was said by Fred.

"How much money have you two saved in total? Can I ask?" Hermione asked weakly.

The twins looked at each other, high-fived, and said with a smile, "Not much, not much. We didn't save much money either. Just over 8,000 gold Galleons..."

"Eight thousand...?!" Ron's eyes bulged out. He never thought that his two brothers had saved so much money -

But it is understandable. These two people are as close as one person. The money must have been saved by them together. Thinking about his own small treasury of more than 3,000 gold galleons, Ron can understand it.

This is even after I took out more than 2,000 yuan to help my mother with the household expenses.

"It's time to fight the rich again." Louis looked at the twins with a smile: "But I was surprised that you two were so good at saving money. I thought you would spend all the money..."

"We should always save some money. Money comes in and out, and we've actually spent a lot of it. But we won a lot during the Quidditch World Cup this year, and more than 6,000 of the 8,000 Galleons we have now were won at that time..." George and Fred said one after another.

Louis remembered that the two of them had bet on the Irish team to win, but Viktor Krum caught the Snitch first - indeed, this result was incredible, and few people dared to imagine such an outcome before the game. It was normal for them to win more.

"In fact, we were wrong. We should have bet on Harry to win the Triwizard Tournament with Mr. Bagman." Fred sighed. "Now, Mr. Bagman has made a fortune. He even bet his entire life savings on it. Why didn't we have the courage to do so?"

"Come to think of it, I heard that the goblins behaved particularly badly at the time. They didn't want to give him the money at all and wanted to default on his debt. After all, it was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of Galleons. If I were the goblins, I would also default on my debt..." George said absentmindedly.

"But the goblins finally gave Mr. Bagman the Galleons, didn't they?" Fred shrugged. "I just don't know what tricks Mr. Bagman used. When I wrote to him, he was very secretive and didn't answer me at all..."

"Oh, that's what you're talking about." Louis smiled. He thought about it and felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, so he said to them, "I actually contributed a little to this matter. You know I hate to see my friends being wronged. I was the one who sent people to mediate between the goblins. Of course, Mr. Bagman offered to donate 80,000 gold galleons to the school to thank me for helping him settle the matter."

"Mr. Bagman is so generous?" Ron was stunned. He remembered that Ludo Bagman's clothes were all second-hand... Could he be someone who was willing to spend money?

"Do you think Louis helped him for nothing? Idiot..." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, unable to see such an obvious thing.

"So, how did you get those stingy goblins to give in?" The twins were very interested in this matter. Those were goblins who were comparable to Eugénie Grandet. It would be no easier to extract gold Galleons from them than to strangle Voldemort.

"Nothing. I just sent the Swarm Guard Hisek and others to have a friendly exchange with the goblins." Louis replied with a laugh.

They thought about it for a moment. The swarm of insects that covered the sky and the sun...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.

This is a reason that cannot be refused, right?
"Since so many people are here, why don't we play cards together." George was craving for a game, and since he had nothing to do anyway, he might as well play a few rounds of poker.

Anyway, the compartment was spacious enough for them to sit in. Catherine changed her seat and sat by the window on Louis' side, next to Louis, while Hermione sat opposite them. The two girls chatted with each other while playing cards.

"Neville, don't you want to play?" Harry shuffled the cards skillfully and looked up at Neville.

Neville shook his head. He was not interested in playing cards nor was he good at it. Besides, if his grandmother knew that he played cards, especially copper knuts, he would be easily beaten.

Grandma is not a lady with a good temper. Thinking of this, Neville shuddered and hurried out of the compartment.

"You did that on purpose?" Ron looked at Harry and asked with a smile.

Harry shrugged and said with a smile, "I can't just chase him away, that would be so bad... So I might as well take a roundabout way and hint to him to leave quickly, instead of standing here and delaying our card game..."

"You did the right thing, Harry." George nodded and said with deep agreement, "It's not that I wear tinted glasses. In fact, he is a good boy... I mean Neville, but he... is a bit unlucky. I mean it. I'm really worried that he will affect the luck of one of us if he stays here..."

"Come to think of it, that makes sense..." Harry thought about me for a moment, then said with a smile, "Neville does have a bit of bad luck about him... But let's not talk about it anymore, let's play cards first, and watch me show off my skills..."

(End of this chapter)