I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 37 Halloween

In the Charms class, Louis watched Seamus Finnigan use a levitation spell to detonate a feather, and out of curiosity he checked his talent, only to discover that his talent in blasting was as high as 15.

But Harry looked obviously unhappy, and half of his face was blasted black by Seamus.

The same went for Ron, who was mocked several times by Hermione in class. Now he was walking to the auditorium with a depressed look on his face.

"You know what? It's 'leviosa, not levio'sar!" Ron imitated Hermione's expressions and movements vividly on the way, "No wonder she doesn't have many friends. It's true. With her temper, it would be strange for her to have friends!"

As he spoke, he felt a bump on his shoulder and Hermione ran past him. He could vaguely hear her sobbing.

Ron shrugged. He regretted saying these words a little, and regretted that Hermione heard him on the way.

"I think he seemed to hear what you said." Harry reminded him softly beside him.

But people are always concerned about their reputation, and even if they are wrong, they will not admit it. Ron felt a little uneasy, but he still forced himself to walk towards the auditorium.

After entering the Great Hall, they quickly forgot about Hermione. For the little wizard, it was rare to see a place with such a festive atmosphere, especially with so many people together, so lively. Some kind of magic was released on the ceiling, it looked as deep as the night sky, and there were rolling thunder flashing in between, which looked quite mysterious.

Halloween's unique ghost-faced pumpkin lanterns were floating in the air, and occasionally a few bats were flying between the pumpkin lanterns, which really gave off a bit of the eerie Halloween atmosphere.

Louis looked around but couldn't see Catherine, so he took Draco to a corner and sat down.

Behind him was a Gryffindor student, who seemed to be Hermione's roommate.

"You know, that weird girl Hermione is still crying in the bathroom. I went to persuade her several times, but was kicked out every time." said a female classmate who looked like a yam.

It should be one of the Indian sisters.

Draco studied Louise's manners, slowly folded the napkin diagonally and spread it on his legs, and whispered to Louise, "That ma-Miss Beaver doesn't seem to be in a good mental state."

Louis wouldn't like being called Muggle, and he himself was a little reluctant to be called by her name, so after thinking about it, he decided to call her by her nickname.

"When did you start to care about Granger?" Louis folded his napkin and said nonchalantly, "Let's eat. Today's dinner seems to be very sumptuous."

It was indeed very sumptuous, so sumptuous that everyone forgot about Hermione.

Louis tilted his head to look and saw Ron turning into a dual-wielding furious warrior again, holding a roast beef and Yorkshire pudding in each hand, and he was so happy. He was also tempted by Ron's eating style, so he clapped his hands, took out Jerry from his pocket and put it on the table, and asked Tom to sit next to him, gave him a knife and fork, and asked Tom to take care of Jerry.

Tom was quite loyal and didn't do anything bad to Jerry. Maybe the Halloween party was too sumptuous, so he was too lazy to play a prank on Jerry, and Jerry was the same.

How can a prank be more important than having a meal?
Just as they were enjoying their meal, the door burst open and Professor Quirrell stumbled in, crying out in a plaintive voice: "The troll - the troll is in the basement -"

"I thought you should know." After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

There was a moment of silence in the restaurant, and then there was a commotion, and Draco stood up and screamed. Louis reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the stool.

"Look at you, you are totally uncivilized." Louis frowned and scolded, "Why are you panicking? The professors are all here, how can the troll cause any trouble?"

Draco finally calmed down. He gasped for breath and looked around with lingering fear. The entire auditorium was as messy as a vegetable market.

Dumbledore had to make several shrill fireworks from the end of his wand before everyone quieted down. "Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "take the students of your house to their dormitories immediately."

Upon hearing this, the prefects of each house prepared to take their classmates back. Harry and Ron squeezed their heads over and whispered, "Louis, Louis."

"What's wrong?" Louis was still eating French fries leisurely, which was out of tune with the chaotic and noisy hall. His elegance was timeless.

"Hermione - Hermione is still in the basement -" they both said in a panic.

"I understand, but you should report this matter to the professor." Louis wiped his mouth and pointed out a clear way for the two.

"But...but the professor will deduct points from us." Harry said worriedly.

Louis couldn't help laughing with his napkin covering his mouth and said, "You Gryffindors...are you still concerned about losing points?"

"That's right." Harry suddenly realized, but he still said anxiously: "It must be too late to find the teacher. Ron and I will go down and take a look first..."

……

Louis did not follow Harry and Ron to the basement. According to the original book, it would not be a problem for these two little guys to deal with a troll, so he took Tom and Jerry back to the lounge to make some tea to digest their food.

What he didn't know was that the basement was now much more exciting than he had imagined.

Catherine was not there when the chaos broke out in the auditorium. She planned to go to the bathroom to take care of some personal problems before going to Louis to practice magic.

As she stood up, the sound of soft sobbing from the cubicle caught her attention.

Catherine, who originally thought it was nothing, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Unlike her usual cold and proud appearance, she is actually very afraid of ghosts and monsters. Even her parents are unaware of this weakness, let alone her classmates.

The students at Hogwarts only have three words to describe their impression of Catherine.

Not to be messed with.

Some people may wonder, there are ghosts in Hogwarts, isn’t she afraid?

You have to understand one thing, the ghosts of Hogwarts are different from those evil spirits... At least everyone is familiar with the ghosts of Hogwarts, so naturally they won't be afraid of them.

So, Catherine pretended to be calm, and walked out of the compartment with courage, twisted the door next to her and pulled it hard -

She saw clearly who was the one sobbing in the cubicle.

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, and her heart was relieved. A teasing look appeared on her face: "Oh my, isn't this the little beaver from Gryffindor? Why don't you go to the hall but run here to cry? Let me think..."

At this point, she covered her rosy lips with her right hand, her face full of fake surprise: "Could it be that the little red-haired squirrel doesn't want you anymore?"

(End of this chapter)