"I have a question about why you want to run when you see me." Louis looked at Peeves with a smirk, "Or do you have any preconceptions about me?"

Peeves was stared at by Louis so uncomfortable that his colorful hat was a little unbearable. He smiled dryly and explained, "How so, Your Highness...... There is no other day, Your Highness, you are the only sun in my heart."

"Sycophants are good, but I have clear rewards and punishments." Louis stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, but there was no strange brilliance, and the Peeves hung motionless in the air as if they were frozen, and the body of the spirit turned a dull gray.

"This ...... It's ......" Hermione was dumbfounded, "I think I've seen this somewhere...... Wait a minute...... Oh, yes! It's Nick, who almost lost his head when he was in second grade! Yes, it's Sir Nicholas, that's what he looked like when he was petrified by the basilisk, my god Louis......

As she spoke, Hermione looked at Louis in disbelief, "Are ghosts also petrified, or do you have mastered the skills of a basilisk?"

"It's just an application that's not worth mentioning at all." Louis looked at Peeves floating in the sky, "Don't worry, this spell will only last for one day, of course, it will also work on ghosts, and I will teach you this spell when the new grade takes the Defence Against the Dark Arts class."

"Really? That's great!" Ron said with a frown, "Oh my God, we've been trying to fix Peeves who often trick us, but now I can't beat Fred and George, and I can't beat you?"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and stared at the Peeves in the sky.

Good guy, the twin brothers have become foreigners, right?

At this time, Nick, who was almost headless...... I mean, Sir Nicholas flew in as well, and he was wearing his usual tight tunic to-day, but with a very large collar - I guess it might add a little festive colour to it, and secondly to make sure his head didn't shake too much.

He politely removed his head and made a gentlemanly salute to everyone like a top hat: "Hello, Professor McGonagall, and a few more classmates."

As he spoke, the head he was holding in his arms saw Peeves in the sky.

"Ouch, isn't this Peeves? When did you pull like that?" He scoffed gloatingly.

Peeves still looked petrified, and there was no way to refute it.

"I'm reminded of what happened to me that wasn't good." Sir Nicholas smacked his lips loudly and gloated, "When I came out of Madam Pomfrey I wondered why it wasn't Peeves who were petrified and sprawled like groundhogs all over the ground every day—lo and behold, I'm here now, thank you, thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"My pleasure." Louis also politely bowed slightly and smiled very straightly.

"Alright, you guys." Professor McGonagall glanced around at Hermione, who looked like a chicken in soup, and took out her wand and gave her a drying spell, "Hurry back to the Great Hall, we have something important today."

"Really?" The three little ones became interested at once: "What is it that is so important that you want to come to the door of the auditorium?" ….

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!" Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly.

This thing is the best thing to do...... Professor McGonagall is tired now, very tired, can she use this thing to trade Louis with Slytherin? Catherine is okay, Professor McGonagall doesn't pick at all, this kind of three-for-one deal, she loses a little and loses a little.

- You may earn, but I will never lose.

Louis didn't go with them, and went back to his seat on his own. After talking to everyone, they all said that they had practiced that piece seriously at home.

"I mean, Louis." Draco stopped beside him, "Why did you pick such a weird tune? I don't understand ......."

"Don't understand? If you don't understand, you're right." Louis smiled: "This is the best piece to listen to when walking through the streets of Paris, especially on the Champs-Élysées."

"Really? What is it?

Vitali, who was sitting across from Louis, came up curiously, she was the only Slytherin who hadn't received the message, even Veronica of Ravenclaw, who was now grinding her teeth and smiling as she watched.

"Hmm...... You can go back and practice the way you walk in the Muggle army, and maybe use it when you walk along the Champs-Élysées." Louis said with a hiccup, reaching out and touching her short black hair with pity and affection, and Veronica, who was sitting in the Ravenclaw seat behind Vitali, grunted out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Vitaly glared back at her, "Miss Pineapple Pizza!"

According to Veronica's usual temperament, she would definitely have a fight with Vitali, but today, instead of being angry, Veronica laughed even more happily, and she could think of what the scene would be in a moment.

It's a bit of a mess for Vitaly now, what's the matter? Did the old enemy change his temper today?

After chatting for a while, the students came to the auditorium one after another, and it was almost full. This year's auditorium was as splendid as ever, with an extra decoration for the new semester banquet, with hundreds of thousands of hanging over the tables and sparkling with gold plates and goblets.

Behind Louis was Gryffindor House, and directly behind him were Harry and the others, and Louis was holding a notebook to write down the main points of this semester, when he heard the voice behind him that he was so excited that he couldn't breathe, snorting, as if he had just finished a hundred meters.

It was Colin Creevey, and Louis looked back to see him, Harry's little fan brother working part-time bastard.

"Hello, Colin." Harry greeted him carefully, he was afraid that something was wrong with Colin and he would pounce on him and give him a mouthful.

It hadn't happened, but Harry swore to Merlin that he could see the frenzy in Colin's eyes—I heard that Ginny had once formed a Potter fan club with him......

It's terrible, family.

"Hey, Harry, guess what?" Colin spoke in an old London handlebar tone, "Harry, my brother is in school too!" My brother, Dennis Creevey, adores you too, and after hearing what I told him about you—"....

Good fellow, this is an inverted sentence, are you from the east of the Pennines, or from Old London?

"Ah, too...... That's great." Harry said, reading.

"He's so excited!" Colin jumped, "I wish he had been sorted into our Gryffindors, what about you, Harry?" You're hoping for that, right? Pray for him, Harry, okay?"

"I think you're the one who'......s most excited," Ron whispered, his voice too low and Colin's attention focused on Harry's, so he didn't notice it.

Hermione sneered and gave Ron a gentle elbow slap, and the two looked at each other and laughed together.

"Okay, no problem—" Harry said perfunctorily, and when he saw that Colin still wanted to speak, he immediately turned to Ron Hermione and said, "Brothers are usually in the same house, aren't they? You see, Wesley's family is from Gryffindor......

After saying this, Colin's eyes lit up.

"Not necessarily." Hermione immediately poured a basin of cold water: "Look at your godfather Sirius, if I'm not mistaken, their family is Slytherin, but he's a Gryffindor - far from it, just look at our class, Parvati Patil's twin sister is in Ravenclaw, and the two of them are exactly the same, but they are divided into different houses, which is enough to be a counter-proof to your hypothesis."

Colin walked away dejectedly, sitting in an empty spot beside him, his classmates whispering comforting and encouraging him.

At the end of the episode, Louis turned his gaze to the faculty seat, and in the center sat the old man Dumbledore, who was dressed in a bit of sunset red today, with flowing silver-white hair and beard shining in the candlelight, and many stars and moons embroidered on his luxurious dark green robes, it seemed that since Grindelwald broke out of the seal, Dumbledore's clothes were getting better and better.

Louis noticed that his mother was sitting next to Dumbledore, with Snape and Sirius sitting next to him

Star, I don't know what everyone is sitting there except for Snape. Looking up again, the ceiling of the Great Hall was still enchanted, as stormy as outside, black and purple clouds tumbling on it, and with the thunder outside, a silver-white lightning bolt swept through the clouds.

With this lightning sound, the door of the auditorium opened violently, and unlike expected, it was not only the first-year freshmen who entered the auditorium, but two other groups of people who looked like they were angry.

Louis was not surprised, Dumbledore had already spoken to him, mentioning that people from the two schools would come as soon as the school started.

At the top of the list was a very tall woman, and Louis was sure that Hagrid's spring was coming at once—this woman was really tall, tall in every sense of the word, and even Hagrid was not as tall as her.

In contrast to such a large proportion, she is actually very beautiful in appearance, and her temperament is also graceful and luxurious, and her luxurious outfit all shows her status as a noblewoman - especially the huge expensive opal that shines on her neck and fingers.

Headmaster Dumbledore stepped down from the guest of honor and stepped in front of the woman. The woman's face relaxed, a graceful smile bloomed, and a hand was stretched out towards Dumbledore, and Louis noticed that Dumbledore didn't need to bend down when he kissed his hand. ….

It's not that Dumbledore is short, it's that this woman is too tall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, dear Lady Maxime." Dumbledore let go of Lady Maxime's hand.

"Mr. Dumbledore," Lady Maxim said in a deep, deep voice, "I wish you well."

Not surprisingly, such a tall woman is a subwoofer that does not surprise Luis at all.

"My students." Madame Maxim said, waving a hand behind her back.

Twenty or so female students stood behind Madame Maxim, about seventeen or eighteen years old, in a neat and neat manner—I don't know if this was a girls' school or not, at least all the girls who came here.

They looked cold, and they all shivered slightly, but they still showed a look of indifference for the honor of the school.

How did that come about? It's almost like this feeling to die and suffer to save face.

It's not surprising that they're cold, their clothes look slim, and no one wears a cloak - after all, the French side is not as cold as the Scottish Highlands. In addition, it is a rainy day now, and this group of girls is afraid that they are frozen.

Louis noticed that the prettiest girl at the front stood there with her snow-white neck raised, as arrogant as a white swan, and she was the only one in the entire school delegation at Beauxbatons who was not shivering from the cold.

I guess it's Hibiscus, right? Louis muttered in his heart, not paying much attention.

It should be said that the Beauxbatons students who came to Hogwarts were very good-looking, and the male students of Hogwarts couldn't help but feel pity when they looked at the beautiful girls who were shivering with cold.

Some people want to take off their cloaks and send them over, but they are afraid of abrupt beauty, so it is a little uncomfortable to get stuck and not get up.

"It's too cold in here, dear Dumbledore." Madame Maxim let out a loud sneeze, and she quickly straightened her appearance and said to Dumbledore, "You saw it, I didn't expect it to be so cold at Hogwarts, so everyone is dressed less, so why don't we find a place to warm up first?"

"Of course, ma'am." With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and a rectangular table appeared on the other side of Gryffindor, right next to the warm breeze. At the signal of Madame Maxim, the beautiful girl in the lead took her classmates into their seats.

"So—my horse?" Madame Maxim asked hesitantly.

"Our magical beast teacher will be happy to take care of them, ma'am." Dumbledore glanced back at Hagrid, who was smiling, only to find that Emma took advantage of Hagrid's smirk and tugged at his beard, and he immediately turned around and said, "Don't worry, he's a very professional person."

"My steed needs to- well, someone with a lot of strength to take care of it." Madame Maxim Judaw

Yu said, as if doubting Hogwarts' ability to protect the magical beast teacher, "They have a very strong temperament, don't blame me for not saying it beforehand."

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Through the open door of the Great Hall, everyone could already see the horses in front of the carriage - they were so tall that even the tallest Shire horses in the Muggles were dwarfed by them.

"Rest assured, Hagrid is a good candidate." Dumbledore assured with a smile.

"Good." Madame Maxim nodded and bowed slightly, "Can you tell that Hagrid that my horse only drinks pure malt whiskey—"

"I'll take care of it." Dumbledore said, bowing slightly.

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