I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 80: The Host

“I…” Louis was about to say it, but was pushed away by Catherine.

"Put aside your idiotic thoughts. Are you humiliating me or yourself by saying this in this situation?" Catherine said in a cold voice, looking at Louis with indifferent eyes.

"Pull out your wand!" she said coldly.

"Kathy, I..." Louis tried to make a final struggle.

"Pull out your wand!" she roared, like a wounded lioness.

Louis sighed and pulled out his wand.

He knew that no matter what he said, it would not calm Catherine down.

"Then let's end it all." A thought flashed through his mind, but he soon felt something was wrong.

How could I think that? He was so shocked by his own thoughts that he didn't even notice Catherine's move.

When the two of them usually duel, the first spell Catherine casts is always to stun the ground.

A blazing red light flashed, and Louis was tumbled and flew far away by the spell, hitting the corner of a table hard, not only smashing the table, but his whole body was still hitting the wall with the remaining force.

He felt a hot current rushing out from his ribs, and when he moved a little, he felt a sharp pain.

Broken ribs.

That was his only thought.

Compared to this, the long wound on the arm was nothing.

Most importantly, he began to talk to himself subconsciously again.

Catherine walked up to him in two steps at a time, her fists clenched, her eyes showing concern. She was about to say something caring, but she forced herself to look cold and said, "Do you think I will forgive you like this? Do you want to win my sympathy like this?"

As soon as she said this, she started to feel annoyed. This was not what she wanted to say. She felt that something was wrong between them, but she didn't know what.

Lewis endured the pain, he squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: “Since you know me so well, you should know that people like me only want to be worthy of themselves.”

Yes... that's it...

The voice in his heart continued to hint at him, and he even felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

He stood up shakily, without looking at Catherine, and whispered, "At least now, I think I have completed my atonement, and we no longer owe each other anything. Okay... Can I go now?"

As he spoke, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and he tried to suppress it but it backfired.

A spurt of blood spurted out, staining the floor beneath his feet red.

Catherine knew that he was in a bad mood and wanted to say something soft, but she couldn't say it because of her proud character. At this time, she had long lost her initial anger, and now she was just trying hard not to lose face.

Seeing Louis staggering forward, she walked over and grabbed him, saying awkward words of concern: "Why are you walking like this? You should stay and eat some Shengguling."

"I don't like to put my warm face in the cold butt." He broke away from Catherine's hand without looking back and said coldly.

Louis was telling the truth, he also had his own pride, and since everyone else had already said that, was there any need to embarrass himself?
Catherine didn't say anything. After casting a petrification spell on him, she planned to use a levitation spell to put him on the bed, but after thinking about it, she felt it was not a good idea.

She picked up Louis horizontally with some difficulty, returned to the bedroom and put him on her bed.

Catherine took the bone spirit from the cabinet and poured it into Louis' mouth.

"Finite! (Stop the curse immediately)" As the effect of the petrification spell disappeared, Louis, who was choked, couldn't control himself and started coughing violently. This time, the injury on his ribs was affected. He was in so much pain that for a moment he really wanted to give himself an Avada.

Louis gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the wound, and glanced at Catherine coldly.

"You can try the Fiery Curse, so that I can be spared some pain... or do you want to please yourself by humiliating me?"

He is now a completely different person from before. Under the guidance of the whispering voice, the inexplicable resentment he feels becomes stronger.

Since we owe nothing to each other, what does it matter if we become strangers?

Catherine's heart seemed to be grasped tightly by someone, and Louis's cold eyes made her feel cold all over.

She realized that if she continued to hold on to her pride, she would lose her fawn forever.

She wanted to say something, do something, but she didn't know what to do.

No, rather than saying that I don’t know what to do, it’s more accurate to say…

In her heart, there was also a whisper like a self-talk that was pulling her back, preventing her from getting closer to Louis.

"I have three suggestions now. The first is the Fiery Curse." Louis said in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "The second is Obliviate. All I need to do is wave my wand and the unhappiness between the two of us will... swish."

He flicked his hands: "It will disappear."

"Personally, I would recommend the third one." Louis continued, "How about letting your soul leave your body? As long as you cast this spell, from now on, you can vent your anger however you want."

"By the way, in case you didn't know, the spell is Imperio."

"That's enough, Louis!" Catherine's eyes turned red. "Do you really want to ruin our relationship?"

Lewis laughed when he heard this, and he asked back: “Is this really what I want?”

Catherine was stunned.

"We have always been friends." As soon as Louis finished saying this, the effect of the bone-growing spirit came on. He endured the numbness, itching, pain and swelling and said calmly, "In my mother's hometown, there is a saying, 'The friendship between gentlemen should be as indifferent as clear water, and the friendship between villains should be as sweet as honey water.' This is also my motto."

"Even if I go to see Harry, it's only Professor Dumbledore's request. I'd rather bask in the sun in the manor than take a dusty ride to deal with problems that don't belong to me."

"But you promised to write to me," said Catherine suddenly. "Isn't this your breaking of your word?"

"Why should I write to you before Dumbledore asks me to deal with Harry's affairs?" Louis asked back, "There are still 30 days left in the holiday. Please give me a basis to prove that I will not write to you in the next 30 days."

"After I saw your owl, I immediately thought of coming to you in person, which is enough to show how much I value you... As for you, I still can't figure out what I did to make you treat me like this. You don't even want to call me Louis."

Catherine wanted to speak, but Louis pointed his index finger at her lips: "There is also a saying that if the mountains don't come to Muhammad, Muhammad will go to the mountains. Although I haven't written to you these days, have you ever thought about writing to me?"

"Since you haven't even thought about it, what qualifications do you have to blame me?"

Louis was really standing on the high ground and was exhausted. He looked at Catherine and continued, "I think I have fulfilled my obligations as a friend and assumed my obligations as a gentleman."

"I have never done this to anyone before. I was willing to beg for forgiveness in order to make my best friend feel better, but now it seems..."

"Vore, it seems... my best friend doesn't consider me as her friend..."

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It will be resolved in the next chapter, maybe?
(End of this chapter)