I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Miss Vore wants me to confess
"Oh, if that's the case." Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione again and said thoughtfully, "Miss Granger, you silly girl, how could you think you could deal with a giant monster as big as a mountain by yourself?"

Hermione bit her lip and lowered her head, not daring to look Professor McGonagall in the eye.

"Because of your recklessness... and arrogance, Gryffindor will be deducted five points." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and issued an order to deduct points.

The old lady is extremely strict with her college.

"I have to say, Miss Granger, I am a little disappointed in you."

She turned her gaze to Catherine again. "I have to admit, Miss Worley, that a witch of your age can deal with the troll so easily. This is more than just genius."

"Slytherin will get 20 extra points for your behavior." Professor McGonagall's eyes softened.

For the first time, she discovered that Miss Worley might not be as aloof and cold as she had imagined.

Indeed, in the two or three years since Catherine entered school, every time she was seen, she was torturing her classmates with the hanging bell - for example, the Weasley twins were hung from the ceiling for an hour just because they gave Catherine the nickname "Poker Face".

Or she would fight one against many and fall to the ground in droves. Who has ever heard of her helping her classmates?

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, then at Snape, and suddenly he noticed that the hem of Snape's robe was torn, revealing a bloody hairy leg.

Professor Snape felt Harry's gaze and frowned, covering his injured leg. Harry looked at the scar on Snape's leg and felt as if he had thought of something, as if it was right in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it no matter how hard he tried.

"If you are not hurt at all, please go back to your own college. Your classmates are enjoying the Halloween dinner in their own college." Professor McGonagall reminded the students in front of her.

"Then let's go, professor." The three little ones greeted politely. Catherine bowed to the three professors like a lady and followed them out of the basement bathroom.

"Okay... okay, let me deal with this troll... This is exactly... exactly my area of ​​expertise." Professor Quirrell's smile was very forced. As soon as he finished speaking, the troll on the ground sneezed, which scared him.

Snape sneered disdainfully and followed Professor McGonagall out of the basement bathroom.

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"So, I heard you saved Hermione?" Louis asked Catherine at the dining table the next morning.

Harry and Ron had just told him this, but when they saw Catherine coming, they followed Draco and left Louis' side in shame.

Originally Draco didn't get along with these two people, but intimidated by Catherine's power, after comparing them, he chose to dislike them over the other.

Draco has always been very good at judging the situation, which he inherited from his father. It is true that like father, like son.

"It seems that you have an unusual feeling for Miss Beaver." Catherine almost broke her fork. She tried to suppress her displeasure and said, "Look, this affectionate name makes me want to vomit..."

There was a hint of sourness in the senior's words.

Generally speaking, if they were not very close, Louis should actually call Hermione "Granger" or "Miss Granger". But in fact, Louis and Hermione's relationship was just ordinary friends, and according to common sense, it did not develop to the point where they could call her by her first name - although he did call her that. He said this in front of the senior student just to annoy her.

Lewis could hear the sour taste, but he just wanted to tease her: "Yes, I do have an unusual feeling for her. I don't know if you have noticed that she is actually quite cute."

Catherine looked up and glanced indifferently at Hermione who was chatting happily with Ron, and said coldly: "You really have a pair of eyes that are good at digging gold out of the mud pit."

Wow, Louis suddenly remembered the bottle of old vinegar he bought when he traveled to Shanxi.

"How about... letting Miss Beaver accompany you to the Room of Requirement to practice spells every day? That will save me some time. I'm not in the mood to play with a childish kid like you." The senior sister started to show her arrogance.

Don't you know that tsundere is out of fashion, senior? Or a blonde tsundere like you? If you tie your hair into two ponytails, you will be a loser.

As she spoke, she was clenching the fork in her hand so tightly that the handle of the fork began to deform from bearing too much force.

Her mind was in a mess. She obviously didn't want to say such words, but she still said them subconsciously. She regretted it very much now. What if she really forced Louis to go to Beaver's side?
She just felt like there was a bone stuck in her throat and it hurt.

"How about...I confess to her?" Louis asked leisurely, holding his chin with his hand, rubbing his middle finger and ring finger.

Catherine slowly turned her head, staring at Louis with a cold gaze, and gave him advice in an unimaginably cold tone: "I think, why don't you, Mr. Mountbatten, confess to her right here, in front of all the students in the school?"

"Good idea!" Louis slapped his thigh and said, "Let's do it!"

He looked at the senior sister again, patted her shoulders, and said with a smile: "It's a good thing that you are here, Volley, so you can be a witness for me."

Catherine's pupils contracted sharply, but soon returned to normal. She suppressed her trembling and said with a slight tremor: "Okay, I'll stay here... and watch."

Practicing magic with you every night, is it just a "Wo Lei" in return? Catherine's fork was already bent at 90 degrees, and she secretly decided that when she went back later, she would return the "leaf" to him.

I don't want this disgusting scumbag's magic wand.

Louis stood up, cleared his throat, and cast a spell to amplify his voice. He wanted to say, "OK, classmates, everyone look at me, I have something to announce," but he held it back.

Isn't this the fucking Declaration of Independence?
Catherine watched Louis's movements, breathing heavily, the knuckles of her hands turned white from being pinched, and finally, the fork could not bear the weight and was completely broken by her.

She felt as if her heart was being twisted hard, it hurt so much, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained. Waves of hot and cold sensations came from nowhere and alternately rushed to her head, making her dizzy.

She held back, her eyes fixed on Louis who was standing there.

Should I use the Fiendish Fire Curse or the Imperius Curse? Catherine's eyes flashed dangerously.

(End of this chapter)