I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 The End of Vacation (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
The day after Christmas in 1991, another major event happened that shocked the whole world and changed the world pattern.

Louis was unhappy all day and sat in the auditorium sighing.

But this matter actually has little to do with him. After all, he is the only one who gives 996007 to others in this life.

On Christmas of the year before he traveled through time in his previous life, every group was circulating the joke of turning on the TV to listen to the map head's speech. Now, now he can really turn on the TV and watch it.

It's a live broadcast.

Sad Louis ordered a calorie-bomb butterbeer for the first time and drank it in sips while sitting in the auditorium.

It should be noted that Butterbeer does not contain alcohol, it is just a beer-flavored drink like Beer Tea.

In the book, Harry was able to drink it in a bar during his third year, proving that it was actually non-alcoholic.

It tasted a bit like the sweet aroma of popcorn in the cinema. He really liked the rich and pleasant milky aroma and was wondering whether he should have another cup later.
"Oh, there you are." Catherine sat down next to Louis. "It looks like there's a new sad deer in the castle."

Louis looked at her and thought, "Tsk, woman, you say you hate me, but in fact you still take the initiative to wear it for me to see."

I have to say, the senior sister's legs are really...

I wouldn’t exchange it for a mountain of gold.

"I feel a little uncomfortable." Louis retracted his gaze and continued to struggle with the butterbeer in his hand.

Jerry was sitting on the table obediently with his legs split, happily chewing cheese.

He hadn't played with Scabbers for three days.

The senior looked at him with disdain, and asked, "Hey, are you actually a girl? Well... come to think of it, you are also the age where you should come."

“…” Louis didn’t know how to respond to this sentence.

He looked ahead with deep eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Catherine shook her head, put a pile of books on the table, and did not continue to disturb Louis, but began to read the books by herself.

The aroma of butterbeer also whetted her appetite. Catherine picked up a card, wrote "butterbeer" on it, and tapped the table gently. Not long after, the house-elves brought her a glass of butterbeer.

She took a sip of beer, glanced at Louis who was still silent, thought for a moment, moved her legs slightly towards Louis, and then quickly pulled them back.

Seeing Louis’ melancholy expression, her heart ached slightly, she hardened her heart, bit her lip and put her legs close to Louis’ side.

As a result, Louis didn't notice her little action for a long time. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth secretly, but she could do nothing about it.

She didn't know how to make Louis happy, but she just remembered Louis's eager words yesterday, "Can I touch it?"

As long as it makes him happy, touching him isn't a big deal, she thought.

But Louis didn't notice the senior's little action at all. He was thinking about the pole that was collapsing.

The most glorious era in human history has ended.

Although the story of the catfish effect is false, there is no doubt that Big Brother is definitely the strongest catfish in history. Otherwise, how do you think the high welfare in Northern Europe comes from? Is it because others have a change of heart?
Child, you are so innocent. From then on, we entered an era of comparing the worst... Pah.

So, it’s time to send the Eagle Sauce down to accompany the Russian Bear.

He withdrew the thought, but saw Catherine who was struggling.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you talking like a sturgeon throwing out its eggs?" Louis's sharp tongue is just as sharp as Catherine's.

Catherine said nothing. She snorted, pulled her legs back, and continued to read with her head down.

"Why are you reading suddenly?" Louis knocked on the table and the elf refilled his glass, then looked at Catherine.

"A lazy little deer is being lazy, so poor me has to look up information about the blue-eyed devil all by myself." Catherine said as she flipped through the pages of the book on the table.

"Any progress?" Louis asked, leaning his head closer.

Catherine gave him two big white-eye fruits: "How can it be so fast? Who do you think I am? KGB?"

"Oh, you also know about KGB?" Louis became interested. He didn't expect that his senior sister, a native of the magic world, knew the famous Lubyanka Hotel?
"I also know that the Kremlin usually gets intelligence about our country much faster than 10 Downing Street." The senior student said mercilessly: "Look, the Muggle world is really a bunch of rubbish..."

"Ah this..." Louis found that he couldn't refute.

"The Volley family is not isolated from the world. My father was once your aunt's chief court wizard." Catherine was still flipping through the book in her hand without raising her head.

"What now?" Louis asked stupidly.

"Dead." Catherine said calmly, as if talking about an irrelevant person: "When I was two years old."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Louis said embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I don't blame you." Catherine was still checking the book in front of her. "I'm a little suspicious whether what Headmaster Dumbledore said was just to evade you. All the records about demons in the restricted section say that demons have only three eye colors. Look, black, red, and dark gold."

She took out a small notebook, on which was written in beautiful handwriting the information Catherine had searched for.

"It is said that the eyes of Beelzebub, the Lord of Gluttony, are dark gold." Catherine pointed to the book "Journey to Hell" she was reading and said, "He is one of the six demon kings under Satan. The author of this travelogue also mentioned Abaddon, the Knight of Hell created by Satan, whose eyes are pitch black."

"As for the red-eyed demons, they are also mentioned in the book. They are the demons in charge of transactions in hell." Catherine tapped the table with her fingers. "Because of their special ranks, Satan designed scarlet eyes for these demons to distinguish them from ordinary demons."

"So... there was no mention of the blue-eyed demon?" Louis was puzzled.

"No, no demon has blue eyes." Catherine said confidently: "Not only this book mentions it, but even the notes left by Merlin mentioned this issue."

"Could it be Satan himself?" Louis raised the most crucial question.

"Don't forget that Satan was sealed in the prison of hell by Archangel Michael, Gabriel and Raphael." Catherine's eyes were full of pity: "Many legends mention that Satan is Lucifer, but the reason why I believe this statement is..."

Catherine said this and took out Merlin's notebook: "Look, compared to countless people's speculations, I prefer to believe Merlin's records."

(Don't argue, don't show off your knowledge from Baidu, this setting is subject to my setting.)
(End of this chapter)