I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 40 Why are you so skilled?

Louis looked down at Catherine. He saw Catherine's awkwardness and anger, and smelled a strong scent of lemon.

He actually wanted to confess his love to Catherine in public, but a task that flashed by on the system panel interrupted his thoughts.

Mission: Make Catherine Worley confess before you do
Description: As a child of destiny, how can you take the initiative to confess? Keep the pride of being a son of the plane and a traveler. Perhaps, one day in the future, a meteorite will help you win.

Reward: Crown of Power "Eye of Grifon", Lightning Skill Tree.

Failure penalty: None
In fact, he didn't want to do this task, but... the reward for this task was too much.

Who doesn’t want to be a handsome and cool electrician?
The most important thing is that this task is full of challenges. When Louis thought about the aloof senior sister shyly confessing to him, his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat.

He gave a sly smile to Catherine who was looking at him fiercely, waved his hand to cancel the effect of the loud spell, and sat back down.

"I'm just kidding, Wally. Why are you so anxious?"

Catherine's breath hitched.

"To be honest, I don't have any extra thoughts about Miss Granger." Louis put on a serious look this time: "You may not know that I don't like younger girls."

Diana: Oh, yes, yes, that’s right.

"So what do you like?" Catherine asked coldly, but she felt relieved. She was thinking whether she should curse him a few times, like his front teeth like sticks, or like he was roasted hot by fire?

At this time, she no longer thought about Fiendfyre and the Imperius Curse, and was probably not as angry as before.

"As for me, I like girls who are three years older than me." Louis leaned sideways, leaned his elbow on the table, and looked at Catherine with his hand on his face. "She'd better have long golden hair, a pretty face, and a tall figure. Well, it would be even better if she had a pair of long legs."

Well, Catherine, who is 1.72 meters tall, does have very long legs.

Catherine's face suddenly turned red. She rolled her eyes at Louis and turned away without saying anything.

But my heart suddenly felt as open as the world.

But she remembered what Louis had done to tease her just now, and she couldn't help but stretch out her long legs and step hard on his foot.

Louis suffered a loss and just thought of it as atonement for his bad behavior just now. This was just his senior sister. If it were someone else, they would have turned against him long ago.

"Then... I just wonder if that blonde sister will like me." Louis smiled wickedly: "What do you think, Catherine - can I call you that?"

"Your mouth is on your face, can't I control it?" Catherine said coldly, but the blush on her pretty face betrayed her thoughts.

"Hey, then help me guess, does that girl have me in her heart?" Louis continued to tease Catherine without blushing or beating his heart, a complete scumbag.

Why are you so skilled? How many times have you flirted with others?

The senior student thought bitterly in her heart and bit the candy in her mouth with a crackling sound.

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent."

"roll."

Louis looked at the blushing senior, then looked at the red scenery outside the window, and said to himself, "It's the season of White Album again..."

After the game, he must give Catherine a surprise, he thought. At the edge of his vision, Snape limped towards Harry.

"Good luck today, Potter." Snape forced a smile at Harry's puzzled gaze: "Since you have the courage to deal with a troll, then a small Quidditch game is naturally no problem - even if the opponent is... Slytherin."

He regretted it the moment he said it.

Originally he came here to show his genuine concern for Potter, and was quite happy when he saw those eyes, but when he thought that this kid was Gryffindor's Seeker and had Potter's "disgusting face", the words on his lips turned sarcastic.

What’s even more annoying is the three little bastards in front of me. One is a genius Muggle witch, one has red hair, and the other has green eyes. Isn’t this just Lily in disguise?

This is really a headache for Coach Si.jpg.

He waved his cloak, creating a gust of wind, and disappeared from the three little ones' sight like an old bat.

"I know why!" Harry looked at Snape's limping back and whispered to the two of them like a wise man.

Needless to say, Snape is going to take the blame again.

Why do you always wear a black cape when you have nothing to do?

Two little heads gathered around Harry, and Harry whispered, "Did you see Professor Snape's leg? He was limping. I saw the scar on his leg when I was in the basement bathroom before... I think he must have wanted to pass by the big dog with three heads. I bet my flying broom that he let the giant monster in to divert people's attention."

Hermione's beaver eyes widened and she argued, "No, how could it be possible? I know he may have some opinions about us Gryffindors, but he will never betray Dumbledore—"

In a sense, Snape has never betrayed Dumbledore since he started teaching.

"Hermione, you always think too highly of teachers." Ron shrugged. "The question is, what is his purpose? What is this big dog guarding?"

"Don't think about it yet." Hermione picked up a piece of bread and said, "Eat some toast. You have an hour before you go on stage. You must eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise you will suffer in a while."

"But I'm really not hungry." Harry's mind was full of Snape. Emotionally, he didn't quite believe that Professor Snape, who was so fond of him, would do anything to harm Professor Dumbledore, but his wisdom told him that there was definitely something wrong with Snape.

"Potter, Potter!" Malfoy's voice behind him brought him back to reality.

He turned his head and looked at Malfoy: "What's wrong, Malfoy?"

"Seekers are targets that need to be guarded against, Pot." Draco pretended to be indifferent and said, "I don't want you to be defeated by Slytherin because you are hungry and have no physical strength. This will make me feel dishonorable."

"Thank you, Malfoy."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he regretted it.

How could a little bastard like Malfoy have anything nice to say?

Malfoy forked a sausage and suggested to him with a smile: "How about I treat you to a sausage and two fried eggs?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes. If he didn't have to go to the Quidditch game soon, he would definitely teach Malfoy a lesson.

Draco was so delighted that he planned to wait until Catherine was not around and then go tell Louis the joke.

Of course, if Catherine were here, he wouldn't dare to do that even if he had twenty guts.

(End of this chapter)