I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

After hearing what Louis said, Snape's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he wanted to see through Louis. After examining Louis for a while, he lowered his head and continued to cut the bacon on the plate, still with that emotionless tone: "You want to see Karkaroff? Do you know who he is?"

"Everyone on Earth knows about the Death Eaters." Louis made a little joke.

"Since you knew that, why did you still look for him?" Snape didn't even raise his head. He forked a piece of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth. His tone was a little unclear. "I've been trying to avoid him lately, but you still want to look for him... You probably don't know how Miss Volley made him look bad in public during the second project, right?"

"Is that the problem?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow. He didn't think that someone like Karkaroff would have any prejudice against him because of such a small matter - of course, provided there was enough benefit.

Snape shook his hair, looked up at Louis for a moment, and said in a greasy nasal voice, "Well, if you want, I'll notify him to come to your office at eight o'clock tonight."

"Thank you, Professor, you are such a nice person." Louis gave Snape a nice guy card.

Snape said with a wry smile: "Thank you, you are also a good person."

Wow, Gusu Murong has a unique skill, he returns the favor in their own way.

Louis was choked. He found that Snape was very flexible in speaking and it was difficult to gain the upper hand over him with words.

If nothing unexpected happens, he must have practiced it with James and the others.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a sharp tongue?" Louis said jokingly.

"Of course, but many of them are either dead or in Azkaban." Professor Snape curled his lips, his tone as if he was showing off.

There is nothing wrong with what he said. The one who died should be James, and the one in Azkaban is probably the Death Eater who sang "Tears Behind Bars".

"You are probably the only one who can take advantage of Severus with words." Dumbledore commented with a smile: "I have seen Severus get furious with just a few words from you more than once. Let me think, the first time was when the first-year students entered school? You mentioned Severus' sad past..."

"I didn't expect that you, the principal, have a voyeuristic habit!" Louis pretended to be surprised.

"What's the big deal? I've gotten used to it." Snape snorted. "Everyone in Gryffindor has this habit. You have such a good relationship with Scarhead, the Red-haired Giant, and Miss Know-it-all. Don't you know?"

"This is the first time I've heard of it." Louis understood and began to work with Snape, teasing Dumbledore back and forth.

"My years of study experience at Hogwarts has taught me that I must stay away from Gryffindor," Snape glanced at Dumbledore who was still eating, "especially the older ones. I have always been curious about why lions turn into foxes when they grow up..."

"They are all within the scope of biology, and theoretically they are normal." Louis laughed and said, "If you think so, at least you didn't turn into a gourd, right?"

"You're right, Louis," Professor Snape teased cheerfully, "Your mother always said that if you keep company with the good, you'll be good. If you keep company with the bad, you'll be bad. I think you're also developing in the direction of a fox."

Louis glanced at Snape, indicating that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

What a guy! Not to mention James, even he wants to do a hanging bell.

What kind of AOE indiscriminate attack type venomous tongue player is this...

After dinner, the three people from Pandaria chose to stay overnight at Hogwarts at Dumbledore's invitation - of course, it was definitely not because the food at Hogwarts was delicious. Absolutely not.

When Lao Chen thought about this, he felt unsure.

To be fair, French cuisine is indeed worthy of the title of one of the three major cuisines in the world. In fact, according to Western arguments, Italian cuisine also belongs to French cuisine. Of course, Italians are determined not to admit this.

Louis is not the kind of arrogant Korean who brags about himself and belittles others. Of course, he is also disgusted by those people on the Internet who learn from these Koreans. Every stick has its own strengths and weaknesses, and the best thing is what suits you.

The three pandas were arranged in guest rooms at Hogwarts. If they needed anything, they could call on the house-elves for help at any time.

On the way back, Louis was blocked by the three little ones.

"What's the matter with you three?" Louis asked straight to the point. They were so anxious to wait for him on the road. It seemed that the three little ones were not only busy, but definitely busy.

"We would like to ask where you know these three people... uh..."

Harry thought for a long time but couldn't remember how to say panda people. Seeing his embarrassment, Louis said it for him: "You mean panda people? Oh, a new continent appeared on the edge of Britain in the other world, and the main ethnic group living on it is panda people."

"Cool." Ron grinned. "Can we go and have a look? It sounds very interesting..."

Louis hadn't actually thought about it, but when Ron mentioned it, thinking about the three of them being the protagonists of this world and their incredible luck, it would be nice to go there and have some fun, so he said, "I personally have no objection, but after our holiday, I will suggest that Headmaster Dumbledore organize some students to go to Pandaria to experience the local customs and culture there."

"That's great, so cool, Louis!" Ron smiled eagerly. This kid is a restless person at heart. He was the happiest and most excited when he heard that they could go to Pandaria to play.

"But I can tell you," Louis held up a finger, "Pandaria is not safe either. There are vicious mantis demons and yaungols who like to plunder - just like the Viking barbarians back then. Of course, Voldemort's soul and Wormtail also went to Pandaria, so the three of you should be careful."

"Voldemort is there too?" Harry was not afraid, but excited. He clenched his fists and said excitedly, "He's there, good! He's there, good! Ron, how about we think of a way to kill him?"

Good man, where did you learn this?

"That's too rude, Harry." Hermione fanned her nose with her hand in disgust: "Where did you learn such rude words? Good children should not learn this..." "Okay, then let's find a way to create some trouble for Voldemort." Harry at this time was not like he was back then. He had been beaten up by Voldemort in the Riddle family graveyard. He was still in a state of fearlessness like a newborn calf. After so many years of training in the mirror world, he believed that he could face at least two Death Eaters without being at a disadvantage.

In fact, he was right. He overestimated the strength of ordinary Death Eaters, but also underestimated the strength of Voldemort.

As the saying goes, evil is twice as strong, and white is three points weaker. The same is true in the wizarding world. Magic is powerful, but dark magic is stronger. The Dark Lord who is proficient in using all kinds of dark magic is not something a young man like Harry can deal with.

Not to mention that Voldemort might have already colluded with Azrael.

"I still suggest you keep a low profile and be humble, Harry." Hermione's expression was extremely serious. "After all, Voldemort is in the dark, and we are in the light. In short, you must not take it lightly. You don't want your godfather to be sad because of your injury, do you?"

"Well..." Harry was still very obedient when it came to Sirius.

"We can go somewhere safer to play," Ron suggested, noting that Harry was not very interested. "Louis should know a lot about that continent. Does he have any recommendations for places suitable for us to play?"

"Of course it's the Half Mountain Farm." Louis was happy. He finally got the chance to trick the three of them and he must not miss it. "Let me tell you, the food cooked by the Panda Chef is very, very delicious, even better than the house-elves in Hogwarts. Especially in the Half Mountain Farm, there is also the family of the Panda Chef - the Iron Palm Family. If you can eat the food they cook, it will really make you unforgettable for the rest of your life..."

"Really?" The three little ones' eyes lit up when they mentioned eating.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Louis frowned.

"You lie to us all the time." Hermione said with her hands on her hips, "Think about it yourself. From the first year to now, how many times have you lied to the three of us? I still remember that before the Potions exam, you told Ron that you hadn't reviewed, and as a result, he and Harry didn't review either. I've always remembered this..."

At this point, Ron and Harry's eyes also became uncertain.

"You can't blame me for this. I was busy chasing after Catherine at the time, so I didn't review..." Louis said innocently, "Do you think Catherine is more important to me, or studying?"

"Of course...well..." Hermione thought for a moment and felt that she couldn't refute it, so she continued, "Then tell me about our second year. You asked the three of us to go to the Forbidden Forest. Oh my god, those spiders. I'm almost suffering from arachnophobia like Ron!"

Ron turned pale after hearing what Hermione said; Harry's reaction was not as serious as Ron's, but his face didn't look good either, as if he remembered the itchy and painful feeling of the spider hair pricking his thigh.

It's really too painful.

He remembered that the three of them had to lie in Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing for a whole day before they could get rid of the itchy feeling. Especially Hermione, who was wearing a skirt and was not as protected as Harry and the other two. Her legs were covered with red lumps.

"Ah, this..." Louis was confused. He couldn't understand how this could be blamed on him. "You have to speak with conscience, Hermione. Think about it, I was in the basement dealing with the most dangerous basilisk, an ancient enemy that even the spiders were afraid of. I couldn't get away at the time, so I could only ask Ron to pass on a message... I also thought that Aragog wanted to eat you three, didn't he?"

Hermione choked and started to talk again: "What about the third grade? In the third grade, you left us to Sirius and Peter Pettigrew..."

"That's your fault, Hermione." Louis said immediately, "Don't make up stories. Sirius is Harry's godfather. Don't frame a good man. Anyway, I won't hurt you. Half Hill Farm is really a good place. Don't bring up the past. If you keep going like this, you will lose me as your good friend."

Hermione closed her eyes and pursed her lips, snorting: "Forget it, I'd better choose to trust you. You don't look like you will cheat us again..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lewis: “Take it off, I have never cheated you, if you don’t believe me, check your conscience?”

Hermione snorted and dragged the other two away. Harry and Ron turned back and gave them an apologetic look.

Louis smiled and said, "Good guy, I didn't want to cheat you, but since you said so, I have to teach you a lesson. I have to ask Lao Chen to ask someone to add some ingredients for you, such as growing vegetables halfway up the mountain and building the Storm Liquor Brewery. No one can escape."

I hope you can still smile sincerely when facing a rabbit bigger than Buckbeak, Louis thought viciously.

Catherine was the only one sitting in the office. Louis looked around and asked curiously, "Where's our mom, and Sakuya and the others?"

"Sakuya is making tea in her room, Christasa is sleeping, and our mother and Aunt Ye have returned to the Muggle world. They said they have something to do with your aunt." Catherine stretched out her hand and yawned, then looked up at the time, her brows slightly furrowed. "Strange, why am I a little sleepy after seven?"

"You must be too tired recently," Louis said with a smile, "After all, you just finished participating in the second project, and I dragged you to Pandaria to solve the troubles in the Azure Dragon Temple. It's normal to be a little tired. Why don't you go inside and take a nap first?"

"Go to bed now. I'm not a pig." Catherine rolled her eyes at him, put the book on the table, and tilted her head to look at Louis: "What did Headmaster Dumbledore say about the problem in the other world today?"

"Oh, someone from the International Confederation of Wizards will come to discuss with me in a few days, and the Minister of the French Ministry of Magic also wants to meet me." Louis spread his hands and said with a smile.

"But..." Catherine frowned and had just said halfway when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Louis said.

The door opened, and Karkaroff, looking nervous and reserved, tiptoed in like a thief. When he entered the room, he looked behind him and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was following him.

"Please sit down, Principal Karkaroff." Louis gave what he thought was a very kind smile and motioned for Karkaroff to sit on the sofa.

Karkaroff glanced nervously at Catherine, then at Louis, put his hand on his right arm, and sat down on the sofa.

Louis sat down opposite him, and his first words shocked Karkaroff.

"Principal Karkaroff's right arm seems to be a little uncomfortable? Is it the Dark Mark?"