I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 72 Does This Thing Bite?
After surviving the disaster, Louis lay in his dorm room and had some weird dreams all night.

When he woke up the next morning, he found that he was fine.

I'm old now, if it doesn't work I really need to see a doctor.

Thinking of this, his eyes became moist.

Louis, who was always calm, actually did a backflip on the bed, which scared Draco.

Following the principle of not asking questions that should not be asked, Draco obediently chose the word "Run".

Louis was smiling until he sat in the auditorium drinking afternoon tea.

As they were drinking, Harry and Ron came over with worried looks on their faces.

"Louis, Louis."

"What's wrong? You two look so listless." Louis picked up a scone with a smile.

"Hermione...Hermione..." Harry stuttered for a long time and didn't know what to say. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ron hurriedly interrupted: "Hermione, she's crazy!"

"Ah?" The scone in Louis' hand fell onto the table with a plop.

Is it okay if Hermione is crazy? Louis's vision of Miss Watson's face was what she would do in the future.

At that moment, smoking could no longer explain the change.

"Come with us and take a look..."

Gryffindor common room.

The atmosphere in this lounge, which usually has a good atmosphere, was particularly weird. Even in the afternoon, people could not help but get goose bumps.

It's late in the afternoon, I don't know where everyone has gone.

Suddenly, an ominous laugh came from a room.

The three of them were so scared that they became alert.

When I got closer, it was actually Hermione... She was lying on the bed, holding Crookshanks in her arms, laughing, kissing and nibbling at him.

Crookshanks obviously couldn't handle this heavy love; he had a helpless and helpless expression on his face, and looked a little disillusioned with the world.

"Hahahaha, what can a little kitty like you do? Can you still escape from my palm? You can't? Hehehehehehehahahahahahaha!"

She released her deformed love while kissing.

It would be a shame not to play the role of the stone monkey...

“Huff, hauff, hauff, hauff! A little kitty like you was born to be eaten by your mother! Hauff! Resistance, resistance is useless... wuuff, hauff!”

Crookshanks was kissed so hard that he looked disillusioned with the world.

"Does this thing bite?" Louis pointed at Hermione and asked hesitantly, then felt something was wrong and added: "I'm not talking about cats..."

Well, beavers do bite if they are cornered.

Hermione, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound, turned around, and threw Crookshanks away as if she had been electrocuted.

Crookshanks: So love disappears, does it?
"Harry, Ron...Louis, what's wrong with you..." she asked embarrassedly, her face flushed with shame, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Although... I have always believed that, uh, well, human behavior is free." Louis said hesitantly: "But, I still suggest that you see a psychiatrist..."

"It must be very difficult for Crookshanks to eat a mouthful of your cat food..." Ron complained at the side.

Louis really couldn't hold it back and laughed for a long time in front of Hermione.

None of the trio could contain themselves when Louis smiled, even Hermione was laughing so hard that her body was shaking.

After all, what happened just now was really funny. "So, Hermione, how many children do you eat for one meal?" Louis asked jokingly.

"One." Hermione pretended to be fierce, with her big buck teeth showing.

After she finished speaking she also laughed, and Ron and Harry were already laughing so hard that they were doubled up.

After laughing for a while, Hermione asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Ron was worried about your situation, so he asked Louis to come and check it out," said Harry.

Ron's expression suddenly became unnatural, and he said shyly: "Well, you know, I actually want to come and see for myself, but I'm afraid you'll bite me..."

Wow, you are single by your own merit.

As a result, Ron received a good beating, and Louis and Harry, seeing that the situation was not good, unkindly gave up.

But it turns out that Ron is not the only one seeking death.

Weekends are always relaxing, especially at the end of the semester. Except for little academic masters like Hermione, few people study spontaneously.

It seems that it is not rolled hard enough.

Professor McGonagall was immediately astounded when she saw Louis's test paper. It was because Louis's handwriting was neat, standard and beautiful. When she compared it with Ron and Harry's handwriting which was like dog paddling, Professor McGonagall felt sad again.

The next day, she launched a vigorous calligraphy campaign in the college. After consulting Louis, Professor McGonagall discovered that there was actually such a good invention as a calligraphy copybook, which made Louis quite embarrassed - the calligraphy copybook Professor McGonagall made was based on his handwriting as a template.

He accidentally mentioned this to Ron, and now he has been listed as the most unpopular person in Gryffindor.

Laugh at skr people.

Nowadays, it is common to see students at Hogwarts working hard in the auditorium with their heads down, imitating the calligraphy model in an effort to write the most beautiful handwriting.

Inside the room, the two of them finished their practice early because they had to take the final exam tomorrow.

Catherine thought of what happened to her Gryffindor classmates, sat on the chair and asked with a strange look on her face, "So, it was you who started the Gryffindor calligraphy practice?"

The moonlight poured into the house from the window like water, making Catherine's already fair skin look even more radiant.

"It has nothing to do with me." How could Louis admit this? To be honest, he was not the instigator. Seeing that Catherine still didn't believe him, he explained: "Actually, this has nothing to do with me. It's just that Professor McGonagall saw my handwriting when she was marking the test papers, so..."

"You just played a very small role in this, right?" Catherine knew Louis so well that she could predict what he was going to say next.

"Hey...you really found out." Louis smiled shyly.

He sniffed and smelled a pleasant scent. After a closer look, he realized it was his favorite blueberry scent.

"You smell like blueberries." Louis moved closer to Catherine.

"It's my lip gloss. I picked a blueberry flavor today. Do you like it?"

"Oh, it's good..." Louis thought about it and asked again: "Does it taste the same as it smells?"

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Can I?" Louis hesitated.

Catherine closed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her moist lips looked very tempting.

Louis stretched out his finger, scraped it across Catherine's lips and put it in her mouth.

It really tastes like blueberry.

"That's true." He said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)