I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 4
"There's also spinach, liver, guts, and George said he's had one that smells like booger."

Ron enthusiastically introduced it to everyone.

"The next time you meet him, remember to ask me how he knows the smell of booger."

Lewis keenly discovered Huadian.

Potter quietly stuffed the savory beans into the crevice of the sofa. He didn't want to eat snot-smelling savory beans, that would be too bad.

"Louis, you are so smart, why didn't I think of this problem?"

Ron stuffed the beans into his mouth, sniffed, and said with a smile, "Well, it's chocolate-flavored. I'm lucky."

"Really?" Louis chewed the multi-flavored beans carefully, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, mine is black pepper flavored."

And our savior has picked up the Chocolate Frog.

"Mine smells like toad," Neville said with a bitter face.

Everyone laughed for a while, and Ron opened the conversation again: "There are four houses in Hogwarts, and our Weasleys have always been Gryffindors. George and Fred told me that the house division is a duel between wizards. The performance in the duel will determine the affiliation of the academy."

Speaking of this, Ron's little face became bitter: "My God, if I hadn't been assigned to Gryffindor, my mother would have killed me..."

"Me too, if I'm sorted into Slytherin, grandma won't let me go..."

Speaking of which, Ron suddenly belatedly asked, "No (chewing), Neville, how do you know what a toad smells like?"

When he was talking, he still didn't forget to bite the long orange jelly candy with the Q bomb.

"I licked my Raffle, oh, Raffle is a pet my grandma bought for me, it's a toad."

Neville's words made everyone in the cubicle stand in awe.

"Oh! Oops! It's my lyff! My lyff is gone!" Neville stood up belatedly, and said to everyone anxiously.

"Calm down, Neville." Ron comforted, "Think about it carefully, where Raffle will end up."

"I...I don't know, my memory is not very good..." Neville's face was so bitter that he could eat cold dishes.

"How about it, Neville and I went out to look for it, and you two are here to watch the house." Louis stood up and patted Neville: "Let's go, Neville, let's go and have a look together."

"Let's go too." Ron and Harry were obviously two warm-hearted people.

"No, there must be someone to watch the house... Only Neville knows Raife, so it's useless if there are too many people. The two of you happen to be companions in the cubicle."

Louis said again: "The two of us will be back soon, help me take care of my Emory."

"Emoris?" Harry and Ron glanced at each other, looking at the schoolbag that was still swinging irregularly.

"No problem Luis, we'll take care of it for you."

"Okay, let's go then." Louis patted Neville, signaling him to follow his footsteps.

It seems that the compartments are divided according to the colleges. Except for the freshmen, almost every student has an exclusive compartment.After searching fruitlessly through Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw carriages, Louis and Neville arrived at Slytherin's carriage.

"How about... let's go back to Louis." Neville seemed very afraid of this carriage.

"What's wrong?" There was a little concern in Louis' voice.

"Slytherin... I don't like Slytherin, they are all dark wizards." Neville seemed to recall some bad memories.

"Prejudice is a mountain, Neville." Louis patted his arm comfortingly, and then knocked on the door of the first compartment.

There is only one classmate in the cubicle, a senior who is reading a book.She was facing the door of the cubicle sideways, unable to see her face clearly, only her blond hair shining like the sun.

"Hello, have you ever seen a toad? It's a classmate's pet." Louis asked politely.

"sorry, we do not have that."

Senior sister's voice was cold and arrogant, but it was as clear as a stream.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Louis closed the door, and immediately heard laughter from the next compartment.

He walked over and found that Neville was being hanged upside down at the door awkwardly. A senior student with long long teeth was pointing at Neville who had been hung up by magic with his classmates and laughing wantonly.

"What's wrong with Neville?" Louis' face darkened.

"They...they laughed at me and scolded me..." Neville said, big tears welling up from his eyes, pattering down his forehead and hitting the ground.

Louis patted him reassuringly, put his other hand into his pocket, and the big die in the compartment continued to laugh.

"Hey, Snotluck Longbottom, you are as incompetent as your idiot parents, hahahaha..." Big Mater was even imitating the appearance of Neville's parents, which caused another burst of wanton ridicule.

"I'm sorry everyone, but have you ever seen Mr. Longbottom's toad?" Louis asked politely with a smile on his face, "I would be very grateful if you could provide information."

"Where did the meddling redneck come from? The Longbottom family's foolish snot-nosed paired with a dirty mudblood, the two of you are truly like a bird of a feather."

Da Mae's mouth is not ordinary poison.

At this time, Neville didn't know where the courage came from, but he broke free from the shackles of magic, and fell to the ground with a thud.He got up indiscriminately, pointed in the direction of several people and shouted loudly: "I...I don't allow you to insult Louis! Marcus Flint!"

"Okay, Neville, don't be as knowledgeable as they are."

Louis motioned for Neville to leave the cubicle with him.

"You're a little mudblood." Marcus was still taunting the two of them: "I think you should understand that Hogwarts is not a place where a mudblood like you can come, and you should wear braids." , put your tail back and go back to your country of braids."

Louis stopped suddenly when he heard that, he gently pushed Neville out of the cubicle, and spoke softly.

"My grandpa used to tell me that."

"Manners..."

Louis closed the compartment door.

"Maketh..."

With that said, he locked the door of the compartment.

"Man (I don't know etiquette, I can't stand up)."

He turned around gracefully, pulled out his wand, and said politely: "It seems that pure-blood families don't care much about the etiquette education of their offspring. I think it is necessary for me to give you a good etiquette lesson."

"Hahahaha...it's up to you?" The five of Marcus laughed out of breath, and he pushed the tall, fat man beside him: "Fries, go and teach him a good lesson."

"Come on together, I'm in a hurry." Louis' tone was always so elegant.

"Boy, you are courting death!" Fries rushed forward viciously, but didn't want to hear a shout.

"Stupefy (stunning)!"

With a plop, Fries fell to the ground.Marcus and the others looked at Louis in astonishment. When they were shocked by how the first-year students could be stunned, they found that he happened to be playing with a strangely shaped crystal sword in his hand.

And the big bump on Frith's forehead.

Louis' elegant and calm voice sounded at the right time, pulling them back from their astonishment.

"Should we keep going to class, or just waste each other's time like this?"

(End of this chapter)