I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 40 Why are you so skilled!

Louis looked down at Catherine. He saw Catherine's embarrassment and anger, and smelled the strong smell of lemon.

In fact, he really wanted to confess his love to Catherine in public, but the task that disappeared on the system panel interrupted his thoughts.

Quest: Get Catherine Walley to confess before you
Description: As the proud son of heaven, how can you take the initiative to confess your love?Keep the pride of being a child of the plane and a time traveler, perhaps, one day in the future, there will be a meteorite to help you win.

Reward: Crown of Power "Eye of Gerry Wind", Lightning skill tree.

Failure penalty: none
In fact, he didn't want to do this task either, but...the rewards for this task are really too much.

Who wouldn't want to be a handsome and cool Dianfa?
The most important thing is that this task is full of challenges. When he thinks of the high-cold senior sister confessing to him shyly and timidly, Louis feels like a cat scratching his heart.

He smiled slyly at Catherine who was looking at him fiercely, waved his hand to cancel the effect of the loud spell, and sat back down again.

"Just kidding, Worley, why are you in such a hurry?"

Catherine's breath caught.

"To be honest, I don't have any superfluous thoughts about Miss Granger." Louis put on a serious look this time: "You may not know that I don't like young girls."

Diana: Ah yes yes yes, that's right.

"Then what kind of look do you like?" Catherine asked coldly, but her heart was relieved, thinking about whether to give him a few evil spells for a while, the front teeth match a big stick, or the fire is hot ?

At this time, she no longer thought about Fiercefire and the Imperius Curse, probably not as angry as before.

"My, I like someone who is three years older than me." Louis leaned sideways, leaned on the table with his elbows, and looked at Catherine with his hands on his face: "She'd better have long blond hair, a pretty face, and A tall figure, well, a pair of long legs would be even better."

Well, Catherine's legs are indeed very long at 1.7 meters.

Catherine's ears turned red suddenly, she gave Louis a white look, turned away and stopped talking.

My heart is wide open in an instant.

But she remembered what Louis had teased her just now, and she couldn't help stretching out her long legs, and stomped hard on his feet.

Louis suffered from being dumb, and he just took it as atonement for the bad behavior just now. This is the senior sister. If it were someone else, he might have turned against him long ago.

"So... I just don't know if that blond big sister will like me." Louis smiled badly: "What do you think, Catherine——can I call you that?"

"The mouth grows on your face, can I still control it?" Catherine said coldly, but the blush on her pretty face betrayed her thoughts.

"Hey, then help me guess, does that girl have me in her heart?" Louis continued to tease Catherine, his face not blushing and his heart beating, he was a scumbag through and through.

Why are you so skilled, how many times have you flirted with others!

The senior sister thought bitterly in her heart, biting the candy in her mouth until it creaked.

"If you don't answer, it's your default."

"roll."

Louis looked at the senior sister with a flushed face, and looked at the scenery outside the window that was red all over the mountains, and said to himself, "It's the season of white albums again—"

After the game, he must give Catherine a surprise, he thought in his heart.

At the very edge of his view, a limping Snape walked towards Harry.

"Good luck today, Potter." Snape pulled a forced smile under Harry's puzzled gaze, "Since you have the courage to deal with trolls, the little Quidditch match will naturally be No problem - even if it's... Slytherin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

Originally, he came here to care about Potter sincerely, and he was quite happy when he saw those eyes, but when he thought that this kid was Gryffindor's Seeker, and he also had Potter's "disgusting face" Face", the words on the lips turned into yin and yang.

What's even more disturbing is the three little bastards in front of him, one is a genius Muggle witch, one has red hair, and the other has green eyes. Isn't this just Lily in bulk?

It really makes the teacher big.jpg.

He waved his cloak, blew a gust of wind, and disappeared from the sight of the three little ones like an old bat.

"I know why!" Harry looked at Snape's limping back and whispered to the two of them like a wise man.

No need to ask, Snape is going to take the blame again.

What kind of black cloak do you always wear when you say you are fine...

Two little heads gathered beside Harry, and Harry whispered, "Did you see Professor Snape's legs? Limp, I saw the legs on his legs when I was in the basement bathroom. Scar . . . I think he's trying to get past that big three-headed dog, and I'll bet my broomstick that he let that troll in, just to divert people's attention."

Hermione's beaver eyes were wide open, and she retorted: "No, how is it possible, I know he may have a problem with us Gryffindors, but he will never betray Dumbledore—"

In a sense, Snape has indeed never betrayed Dumbledore since he became a teacher.

"Hermione, you always imagine the teachers too well." Ron shrugged: "The question is, what is his purpose? What is this big dog guarding?"

"Don't think about it yet." Hermione forked up a piece of bread: "Eat some toast, you're going to play in an hour, you have to eat something to pad your stomach, or you'll suffer later."

"But I'm really not hungry." Harry's mind was full of Snape's affairs, and emotionally, he didn't quite believe that Professor Snape, who had favored him, would do something that would be detrimental to Professor Dumbledore. But his great wisdom told him that there was definitely something wrong with Snape.

"Pot, Pot!" Malfoy's voice sounded behind him, bringing him back to reality.

He turned his head and looked at Malfoy: "What's the matter, Malfoy?"

"The Seeker is the one to be guarded against, Pote." Draco pretended not to care, and said, "I don't want you to be defeated by Slytherin because you are hungry and have no physical strength. It will make me feel dishonored."

"Thank you, Malfoy."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, he regretted it.

How can this little bastard Malfoy have good things to say?

Seeing Malfoy holding a grilled sausage, he suggested to him with a smile, "Why don't I invite you to eat a grilled sausage and two fried eggs, how about it?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes, if he didn't have to go to the Quidditch match soon, he would definitely give Malfoy some color.

The overjoyed Draco was going to tell Louis the joke when Catherine was away.

Of course, if Catherine was around, he wouldn't dare lend him twenty guts.

(End of this chapter)