I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 4: No one can stand without courtesy
"There are also spinach, liver, and intestine flavors. George said he also tasted booger flavor."

Ron introduced it to everyone enthusiastically.

"Next time you see him, remember to ask him how he knows the smell of booger."

Louis keenly discovered the highlight.

Porter quietly stuffed the every-flavor beans into the gap between the sofa and the sofa. He didn't want to eat every-flavor beans that tasted like booger. That would be terrible.

"Louis, you are so smart, why haven't I thought of this question?"

Ron put the bean into his mouth, sniffed, and smiled, "Hmm, it's chocolate flavored. I'm really lucky."

"Really?" Louis chewed the beans carefully and said with a smile, "Fortunately, mine is black pepper flavored."

And our savior has picked up the Chocolate Frog.

"Mine tastes like toad." Neville said with a bitter face.

Everyone laughed for a while, and Ron started talking again: "There are four houses in Hogwarts. We Weasleys have always been Gryffindor. George and Fred told me that the sorting is a wizard duel, and the performance in the duel will determine the house affiliation."

At this point, Ron's face turned bitter: "Oh my God, if I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor, my mother would kill me..."

"Me too. If I were sorted into Slytherin, my grandma wouldn't let me go..."

At this point, Ron suddenly realized and asked, "That's not right (chewing), Neville, how do you know what a toad tastes like?"

While he was talking, he did not forget to take a bite of the chewy orange-yellow long strip of candy.

"I licked my Lev. Oh, Lev is a pet my grandma bought me. It's a toad."

Neville's words made everyone in the compartment stand in awe.

"Oh! Oh no! It's my Radford! My Radford is missing!" Neville stood up belatedly and said to everyone anxiously.

"Calm down, Neville." Ron comforted, "Think carefully about where Radford was last seen."

"I... I don't know, my memory is not very good..." Neville's little face was so bitter that it could be used to mix cold dishes.

"How about this, Neville and I will go out and look for it, and you two stay here to look after the house." Louis stood up and patted Neville: "Come on, Neville, let's go and take a look together."

"Let's go too." Ron and Harry were obviously kind-hearted people.

"No, someone has to watch the house... Neville is the only one who knows Rafe, so having more people won't help. You two just happen to be able to keep each other company in the compartment."

Louis added: "We will be back soon. Please help me take care of my Emerlis."

"Emilis?" Harry and Ron looked at each other and then at the schoolbag that was still bulging irregularly.

"No problem Louis, we'll take care of it for you."

"Okay, let's go." Louis patted Neville, motioning him to follow him.

It seemed that the carriages were divided according to the colleges. Except for the freshmen, almost every student had a carriage to themselves. After searching through the carriages of Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw in vain, Louis and Neville came to the carriage of Slytherin.

"Or... let's go back, Louis." Neville seemed to be afraid of this carriage.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Slytherin... I don't like Slytherin, they are all dark wizards." Neville seemed to recall some bad memories.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, Neville." Louis patted his arm soothingly, then knocked on the door of the first compartment.

There was only one student in the cubicle, a senior who was reading a book. She was facing the cubicle door sideways, so her face could not be seen clearly, and only her golden hair that shone like the sun could be seen.

"Hello, have you ever seen a toad? It's a classmate's pet." Louis asked politely. "Sorry, no."

The senior schoolmate's voice was a little cold and arrogant, but as clear as a stream.

"Sorry to bother you." Louis closed the door and then heard laughter coming from the next cubicle.

He walked over and found Neville hanging upside down at the door in an awkward position. A senior student with long buck teeth was pointing at Neville who was hung by magic and laughing at him with his classmates.

"What's wrong, Neville?" Louis' face darkened.

"They...they laughed at me and scolded me..." Neville said, tears as big as beans flowed out of his eyes and fell on the ground along his forehead.

Louis patted him comfortingly and reached into his pocket with his other hand. The big-toothed guy in the cubicle continued to laugh loudly.

"Hey, Snotlout Longbottom, you're as incompetent as your stupid parents, hahahaha..." Big Teeth was even imitating the appearance of Neville's parents, which caused another round of laughter.

"Excuse me, everyone. Have you ever seen Longbottom's toad?" Louis asked politely with a smile on his face. "If you can provide me with information, I would be very grateful."

"Where did this nosy redneck come from? The stupid snot-head of the Longbottom family and the dirty mudblood, you two really are birds of a feather."

Big Fang’s mouth is extremely poisonous.

Neville didn't know where he got the courage from, and he broke free from the magic and fell to the ground with a thud. He got up randomly, pointed in the direction of several people and shouted loudly: "I...I don't allow you to insult Louis! Marcus Flint!"

"Okay, Neville, don't bother with them."

Louis motioned for Neville to follow him out of the cubicle.

"You are a little mudblood, but you are still sensible." Marcus was still mocking the two of them. "I think you should understand that Hogwarts is not a place for a mudblood like you. You should keep your braids, put your tail between your legs and go back to your braid country."

Louis stopped suddenly when he heard that. He gently pushed Neville out of the compartment and spoke softly.

"My grandpa once told me."

"Manners..."

Louis closed the compartment door.

"Maketh..."

As he said this, he locked the door of the compartment.

"Man (If you don't know etiquette, you can't stand up)."

He turned around gracefully, drew out his wand, and said politely, "It seems that pure-blood families don't pay much attention to the etiquette education of their offspring. I think I need to give you a good etiquette lesson."

“Hahahaha… Just you?” Marcus and the other five laughed so hard that they were out of breath. He pushed the tall and strong fat man beside him and said, “Fris, go teach him a lesson.”

"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry." Louis' tone is always so elegant.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" Freese rushed over viciously, but didn't expect to hear a shout.

"Stupefy!"

With a thud, Freese fell to the ground. Marcus and the others looked at Louis in astonishment. Just as they were shocked at how a first-year student could be under a coma spell, they discovered that he was playing with a strange crystal sword in his hand.

There was also the big bump on Freese's forehead.

Louis' elegant and calm voice sounded at the right time, pulling them back from their astonishment.

"Should we continue with the class, or just sit there and waste each other's time?"

(End of this chapter)