I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 326
Harry snorted and ate the cake, and suddenly heard Hagrid ask, "Are you sure you're really alright?"

"Should...are you all right?" Harry was taken aback by this sudden question, and he even hesitated—should I be fine?
In fact, this can be good.

"You're definitely not good, but you're good after all." Hagrid's words seemed to be twisted and twisted. If he didn't know who he was, Harry might really have mistaken him for being eccentric.

Harry didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to respond, so he just kept silent.

"I knew he would come back," said Hagrid. Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked up at him in surprise, but Louis looked calmer, still silently putting the rock cakes into Chromie's space. Spit.

He still took care of Hagrid's emotions more or less, so that he would not think that he disliked his pie...Of course, he didn't have anything to do with Chromie.

One can imagine how wonderful Chromie's expression will be when tidying up his personal space.

Chromie: I'm not human, but you're also a real dog...

Hagrid went on: "I've known all these years, Harry. I've known he's there, bide his time. It's bound to happen. Well, now that it's happened, we've got to admit it. We're going to fight. We can stop him from gaining power and dominating the world. That was Dumbledore's plan... Dumbledore, he is a wonderful man. As long as he is around, I don't worry much."

Seeing the suspicious expressions on the faces of the three of them, Hagrid raised his shaggy eyebrows. "It's no use sitting around and worrying," he said. "What's coming will come, and when it comes we'll accept it. Harry, Dumbledore told me what you did."

Hagrid looked at Harry, his chest heaving violently: "If your father was still alive, he would have done the same, and that's the highest compliment I can give you."

Harry smiled back at Hagrid, too.For the first time in days he had a smile on his face.

"What did Dumbledore tell you, Hagrid?" Harry asked suddenly. "He sent Professor McGonagall to invite you and Madame Maxime to see him that night."

"Find me something to do this summer," said Hagrid, "but it's confidential. I can't tell, not even to you. Orim—oh, what you call Maxim Ma'am--might come with me... well, I think she will, and it looks like I've convinced her."

"May I ask, does this have anything to do with Voldemort?" Harry asked curiously.

Hagrid shrank back in fear at the name.

"Probably." He said vaguely, "Who among you would like to go with me to see the last snail?" Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, he said quickly, "I'm just kidding—I Just kidding... Hey! Don't run away!"

It's a pity that he said it too late. Hearing the name of the fried-tailed snail, San Xiao saw that something was wrong and ran away.

Hagrid glanced back at Louis, and said with a smile, "Hey, Louis, hello..."

The smile froze on his face as Louis unhurriedly disappeared into Hagrid's cabin.

Just kidding, to hell with Hagrid's Blast-Ended Whelks, they stink to death, the devil would want to see them...

Hagrid's hobbies are very peculiar, and ordinary people can't control them. Of course, Louis can't appreciate his aesthetics, so he can only run away, as embarrassing as he can be.

Soon it was the holiday, and it was inevitable to celebrate—the news of Voldemort’s return did not spread in Hogwarts. They all thought something was wrong.

It's the same as the usual school leaving banquet—er, it's actually different, usually every year there are green Slytherin decorations, but this year Dumbledore stopped pretending, he pushed Gryffindor alone, and he had a showdown.

The auditorium is decorated with the red color that represents Gryffindor. There is a roaring lion curtain hanging behind the staff desks. You don’t need to look to know that this year’s champion is definitely Gryffindor—even if the college is far ahead by more than 300 points. , is also a certainty-after all, who made Harry of Gryffindor win the Triwizard Tournament.

The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table now, his wooden legs and magic eyes back in their old places.He seemed extremely nervous, and whenever someone spoke to him, he seemed about to jump up.

It wasn't really his fault, after all, Moody had been locked up in his box for months, which must have heightened his fear of being attacked.

When Louis walked in, he saw that Karkaroff's seat was empty.As the students sat down, they wondered where Karkaroff was at the moment, how his mission in Durmstrang was going, and whether Voldemort was harassing him like a moron. .

Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid.They were talking quietly about something.On the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape. When Louis looked at him, Snape nodded at him expressionlessly. Judging from his expression, he must be thinking about Gryffin. Many Houses are upset that they won the House Cup.

Sirius, who is a big fan of Gryffindor, is sitting next to him. He is wearing a neat suit today, and he is dressed up brightly. On the one hand, he is celebrating Harry's championship, and on the other hand, he is celebrating Gryffindor. Duo finally won the Academy Cup - in the end, it was also because of Aimei. From the perspective of dressing up, Sirius must be better than Snape, I don't know how many levels.

Emma and Ye Ziyan sat on the edge of the faculty seats, whispering, looking up while chatting, scanning the people in the auditorium, especially after seeing Louis, the two even started to laugh.

Louis looked left and right, not knowing what the two of them were laughing at—he was sure that at least his clothes were not reversed, first of all, Sakuya would not cheat himself like this, and secondly, he didn't feel a mysterious force coming Chopped his own throat.

He didn't think too much, and sat in the Slytherin seat with Catherine and Kristaza.

"As soon as next year is over, I will graduate..." Catherine suddenly said with a sense of loss.

It was only then that Louis realized that Catherine was still two years older than him—it seemed that he had to find a way to get her to stay in school to teach, or...to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?Anyway, Tom's curse has been broken long ago, isn't he still doing well after so many years?

Besides, Chromie has already seen it, and the curse was indeed broken by a mysterious and powerful force, so I don't worry about being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Thinking of this, Louis put his hand on her shoulder and asked softly, "Then have you considered staying in school to teach? In fact, it's pretty good in school... Anyway, there is not much difference between staying in school and being abroad."

"This is a road that has never been imagined." Catherine thought about it carefully, and there was nothing wrong with it, so she said with a smile: "Anyway, there is still a year left, so I am not in a hurry to think about it now."

"Of course I'm in a hurry." Louis said immediately, staring at Catherine, "Are you going to leave me alone at school? I haven't seen it before, you are so cruel."

Catherine hooked her lips and asked softly in his ear: "So, you don't want me, that's why you keep me as a teacher in the school?"

"Of course." Louis said without blushing, and he didn't feel any embarrassment—now his skin is much thicker than before, it can be said that the thickness of his skin has increased by at least several orders of magnitude, "So , are you really going to leave me alone in school?"

"Hmph, since you begged me sincerely, then I will reluctantly agree to you." Catherine said, stretching out her slender jade hand to scratch Louis' chin, "As long as Mr. Deer is obedient and the request is not excessive, I will definitely Satisfy you."

"Then what is too much?" Louis became interested, and said two words in Catherine's ear. Catherine blushed instantly, and even her neck was dyed with fiery red clouds.

She gave Louis a hard look, and stretched out her hand to grab the soft flesh around his waist, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Louis said just now.

How about... try it when you get home?In fact, she felt a little itchy in her heart.

Catherine was lost in thought when Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff table, interrupting her train of thought, and the hustle and bustle of the auditorium instantly fell silent.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at everyone, "it's over..."

He looked at Harry, smiled and nodded slightly at him: "In this year, we have experienced a lot, held a grand competition that has not been seen in a century, and witnessed the birth of a new champion... That's why I want to decorate the auditorium Become the golden red of Gryffindor——After the discussion and decision of the school professors, for Harry Potter to win the Triwizard Tournament, Gryffindor will add [-] points!"

The voice was like a little boy above Hiroshima, and instantly detonated the entire auditorium.All the students stood up and cheered for Harry-this is not only the honor of Gryffindor College, but also the honor of Hogwarts-in the hands of strong players from the other two schools, the Triwizard Tournament was abruptly divided The champion stayed at Hogwarts.

Even Catherine applauded for Harry. In fact, she didn't really care about the champion, but she cared more about Louis.

Cedric was the one who cheered the loudest - what he didn't know was that in another timeline, the decoration in the current auditorium would be gray and black, and everyone would mourn his death.

But at least he's alive now, isn't he?

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.Only Harry in the Gryffindor seat, and Draco in the Slytherin seat looked very calm, watching their mutterings gradually subside into silence.

Harry had seen it with his own eyes, and Draco...well, Draco had heard about it, his dad said.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates might be shocked by what I did - either because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you this because you were young. However, I believe it is always better to tell the truth than to lie, and it would be a disservice to us if we tried to make the final episode an accident. This is an insult - a planned, premeditated, organized vicious event orchestrated by the Death Eaters, which led directly to Voldemort's resurrection."

At this time, every face in the auditorium was turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face.

"In speaking of Voldemort there must be another man," continued Dumbledore. "I mean Harry Potter, of course."

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and many people turned their heads to look at Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter once again escaped Voldemort's claws," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled, "he is brave and fearless, and has inherited the excellent qualities of Gryffindor. When he was surrounded by Death Eaters, , and in the face of Voldemort's despotic power, he not only did not give in, but also bravely resisted, facing Voldemort's challenge head-on, he showed a fearless spirit in all aspects, few wizards can To be able to show that spirit, and for that, I salute him from the bottom of my heart.”

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry, and raised his goblet again, as nearly everyone in the Great Hall did, murmuring Harry's name under his breath and toasting him.

When everyone was seated again, Dumbledore continued: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding world - in view of what is happening now - and in view of Voldemort's return from the dead, this connection is stronger than any previous one. Time counts."

Dumbledore looked at Madame Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons, and at Viktor Krum and Derrick at the Slytherin table. Armstrong's classmate.Krum looked nervous, even frightened, as if he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this Great Hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes resting on Durmstrang's fellow students, "is welcome to come back any time he wishes. I repeat to all of you ——Given Voldemort's return from the dead, we are only strong when we are united, and vulnerable if we are divided——Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are very clever, and we can only fight to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust... ...as long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, differences in habits and language will not be an obstacle!"

Dumbledore's speech was full of passion, but he seemed to have forgotten this point - the word "unbreakable" is a bit... emmm, a bit stalking, the last one that claimed to be unbreakable has already broken itself.

(End of this chapter)