I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"There are also former members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Amelia Burns, right, the aunt of Susan Burns in Hufflepuff." Louis scratched his chin and started pouring water: "Me and We have such a good relationship with Dumbledore, so what belongs to the principal is mine..."

He thought about it carefully and then smiled: "But there is nothing to dig into about the members of the Order of the Phoenix. After all, Fudge is not a fool. He knows the specific members of the Order of the Phoenix very clearly... What we really need to work hard on is , is someone close to Fudge, wait until I ask Draco’s father to see if he has any suitable candidates to recommend.”

"As for adding sand...it's already being added. The students who graduated from Hogwarts last year and went to work in the Ministry of Magic are all people we can unite with, as well as the seniors who graduated from Slytherin House." Louis At this point, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "But we must also be careful in our team. We must be cautious in everything. Don't let others mix sand and dig into the corner before we have time to lay out the plan."

"It should be noted that many of their parents are not of the same mind as us, but one thing is for sure, at least our second-grade classmates are all well-rounded." Louis said with a chuckle: " Of course, we don’t have to exclude them entirely. If those students with problematic family backgrounds are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, we will open our doors to welcome them.”

Catherine nodded: "In that case, I'm relieved." With that, she leaned over and kissed Louis, ready to continue her adventure in the mirror world.

What's more interesting to say is that Louis originally wanted to see if Catherine could act like a clown in front of the Mimic Monster. What surprised him was that Catherine was able to sense the danger in advance, and the fire snake condensed with fierce fire swallowed the Mimic Monster in one gulp. The poor guy was turned into ashes by the fire snake without even letting out a scream.

Really miserable.

…

At noon, Ms. Rita Skeeter arrived at Hogwarts, followed by a male photographer who was as thin as a telephone pole.

Since the Daily Prophet was absorbed by Lewis, Dumbledore does not exclude them from entering the school. No one likes reporters who make big news, but after all, Dumbledore still has to consider at least the Daily Prophet. 》It's their people.

There is a saying that if you start a rumor, you will lose your legs if you refute it. Dumbledore understands the meaning of this sentence very well.

Ms. Skeeter was very clever. After all, she had been a reporter for many years. She did not interview Lewis directly, but first asked her classmates and faculty members one by one for their opinions. The first person she interviewed was Filch, who was also a squib with Joseph Milda. Our administrator, Comrade Filch, was very excited. He spoke passionately about how good and approachable Mountbatten was. , how concerned about the living conditions of the squibs.

Filch may have been wrong about one thing. Louis was not only approachable, he was also approachable.

If there was anyone who could best sympathize with the Squibs' plight, it was Filch.

In the past, when he was on Louis' night tour, he would say a few words when he saw him, but now he just pretended not to see him, or held a light and asked Mrs. Norris to give him a lift.

After all, Grandpa Louis's road obsession is not only well known to everyone in this school, but it can at least be said to be spread by word of mouth.

Filch also knew that he looked a little apologetic, so in order not to taint Louis' eyes, he asked Mrs. Norris to do it for him.

In all conscience, Louis has never disliked Filch's appearance...

From Louis' point of view, when he gets along with others, he never cares about what they look like, or whether they have money, or whether their status is higher than him. Anyway, few people can surpass him in any aspect, especially handsomeness.

Alas, it is indeed very tiring to bear the handsomeness and intelligence that the juniors should not have.

When interviewing Hermione, Hermione even shed tears of excitement. She danced and expressed her sympathy for the Squibs, but when the topic was about to come to the house elves, Ms. Skeeter's eyes had already turned to Got the next one.

Almost every classmate, under the influence of the previous newspaper, inevitably developed sympathy for the Squibs.

But when I interviewed Lewis, his words were different from anyone else's.

"Sorry, I don't have any sympathy for the Squibs." Louis' words caused an uproar among the students. All the students looked at him in confusion, wondering why Louis would say that.

"Actually, I don't have that condescending attitude of 'sympathy'. I just put myself in my shoes and think about what I would be like - that's why I came up with the idea of ​​changing everything. I It’s not the squibs that I want to change, but the stereotypes in people’s minds.”

"The prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain, Ms. Skeeter." Louise said eloquently: "Let me say something that may not be so correct. I admit that everyone cannot be equal, whether it is birth, money, or status. It all determines this.”

“However, I believe that each of us is equal in terms of personality... I sincerely hope that one day in the future, we will be judged in a world that is no longer judged by a person’s birth status, but by the quality of his or her character. Live in a world where you judge other people.”

At the end, Lewis concluded: "I also hope that everyone, not only everyone here, but also everyone who is reading the Daily Prophet, can abandon their prejudices. No one will choose to be a squib. This is not their fault, and we can What we do is to treat our compatriots normally - Squibs are not freaks, but one of us; their current situation is closely related to any one of us... I even think that Squibs have been unfairly treated This treatment is a disgrace to us wizards."

The entire auditorium burst into warm applause. All the female students screamed and shouted Louis' name. The male students also enthusiastically applauded Louis.

The classmates in the school did not think as much as the adult wizards. The vast majority of them sincerely agreed with what Louis said - our administrator, Comrade Filch, worked even harder. He clapped his hands crazily and seemed completely convinced. No intention of stopping.

Ron on the side looked at Filch with some worry. He was really afraid that Filch would break his arm with force.

But Filch didn't care. His admiration for His Highness Louis was simply unspeakable. He was the hunk from heaven in the eyes of all the Squibs.

"Okay, okay, classmates, thank you for your enthusiasm... Our reporter, Ms., will continue to interview." Louis also imitated Lockhart's wink, but this action did not look greasy at all, but rather playful. And naive.

"Finally, I would like to ask His Royal Highness Mountbatten, what do you think in your heart? In other words, what kind of creed do you believe in so that you have such a noble character and noble soul?" Ski Ms. Te asked with a serious look on her face, without any hint of "trust" in it.

"Nec erubescere coram hominibus, nec timere Caelum." Louis smiled and answered Ms. Skeeter's question: "This is what a sage named 'Mencius' said in my mother's hometown. The general meaning is that no matter what is said to God, It still means having a clear conscience towards others.”

Since Mencius' words were spoken to the British, it must be translated into a language that they can understand but not understand. This sentence "You have no shame in heaven, and you have no shame in others" instantly conquered the teachers present. born.

(The translation comes from the "Public Education Series" published in Beijing in 1930. It is very accurate and can be used casually.)

"Well, Your Highness, could you please write it down?" Ms. Skeeter did not look embarrassed. She handed the pen to Louis: "You know that I am lacking in knowledge..."

"It's okay, Ms. Skeeter." Louis chuckled and took Ms. Skeeter's shorthand pen: "My grandpa often said that feet have its shortcomings, but inches also have their strengths. Everyone has their own areas of expertise. , isn’t it?”

"Yes, yes, your highness, you are right." Ms. Skeeter said repeatedly as she walked down the slope.

She wrote down in her notebook "This is the family wisdom that belongs to the Mountbatten family and is now shared unstintingly by His Royal Highness Louis."

That night, the new issue of the Daily Prophet was printed overtime and distributed to every wizard.

And this matter was not over yet. The next day, many squibs gathered in front of the Ministry of Magic building. Whether they were employed or unemployed, they all united together, holding banners and paper signs in front of the Ministry of Magic building. Sit in silence, and some even lie on the ground and form the word "protest" with their bodies, which is quite similar to the way Orgrimmar put their corpses to smear the leader's evil hands.

Sitting in the office, Fudge was furious.

"What are they going to do! Huh? What are they doing? Is this a forced abortion?" He walked back and forth in front of his desk, dancing angrily, "Isn't it just a job? If the job is gone, just find another one... …Look, it’s Mountbatten who is causing trouble! And Dumbledore!”

"The International Statute of Secrecy must not be violated!" Umbridge, the pink toad, said: "The Ministry of Magic is also in trouble, but these squibs don't understand the difficulties of the Ministry of Magic. They only care about their own immediate interests and are ignored by others. As soon as they are incited, they come over to make trouble and take the initiative to be used as a gunman. I see, they are not ignorant, but deliberately stir up trouble!"

"Your Excellency, Minister." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Fudge suppressed his anger, sat on the stool and squeezed the acupoint between his eyes with his hands.

Walking through the door was Arthur Weasley.

Holding a thick letter in his hand, he walked quickly to Fudge's desk: "These are wizards from the British magical world, probably... they all came here for the Squib incident."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently, signaling Arthur to put down the letter and leave quickly.

There were some things he couldn't say in front of Arthur. In his words, none of the Weasleys were "our people."

After Arthur walked out, Fudge opened the letters and picked through them, choosing a few from wizards he usually thought were close to him. As a result, the content suddenly broke his guard again.

The feeling of betrayal and alienation suddenly came over him, and he felt as if he was Bonaparte on the island of St. Helena.

"The situation is not optimistic, and public opinion seems to be out of our hands." After all, Fudge was a minister. After venting his emotions, he quickly began to think of remedial measures.

He found that he seemed to have fallen into Louis' trap. No, it couldn't be said to be a trap. It was more like being exposed to the scorching sun after being led into the desert by Louis.

This is not Dumbledore's handwriting at all. Dumbledore's methods are more like water, moistening things silently.

But Louis' method was different. He kept everything on the surface. Whether it was opening a factory or helping the squibs, he actually did not really break the "International Secrecy Act". At most, he could only say that he "made it up". Fudge was even more uncomfortable when facing Louis. He knew that Louis was hoping to enter the wizarding world, but he couldn't object directly - after all, he was really helping the Squib, not doing anything bad, and everything His actions were all upright and were published in the best-selling Daily Prophet.

This is also the most uncomfortable thing for Fudge. He knows Louis' purpose and the overall plan of Louis, but now he sadly finds that supporting Louis will not only help him to gain favor, but also help him develop power in the magical world; opposing him Well, he will be punished by public opinion and reviled by thousands of people.

However, for European and American politicians, face is the least valuable thing. As long as they can get enough benefits, it doesn't matter even if they put their face on the ground and kick them.

Fudge quickly thought of a way to stop the loss. He told Umbridge: "Dolores, prepare a statement and publish it in the Daily Prophet, saying that I was only forced by the Wizengamot. I had to ban the factory of Squibs due to the pressure. Now I have decided not to do the wrong thing. The British wizarding world is the magical world of British wizards. It is not something that some petty bureaucrat from the International Association of Wizards in Paris can do casually. Pointing fingers!"

As a qualified politician, he understood that not only the Muggle world, but also the wizarding world also had strong national sentiments. Except for colonialists, no one would like their country's internal affairs to be interfered with by others.

Fudge was very smart. He not only passed the blame to the fictitious International Association of Wizards, but also stated that the "finger-pointing" little bureaucrat "came from Paris."

Everyone on earth knows that the French are the most disliked by the British. At least this has been the case for nearly a thousand years since the two countries have been dealing with each other.

"Remember, the wording of part of the apology must be sincere, and the latter part must first highlight our last resort, and then turn around and state that we will no longer listen to others' instructions. Do you understand?"

Fudge patiently told Umbridge the details. He was quite good at how to speak.

"Understood." After Umbridge carefully recorded it in a small notebook, she turned and left Fudge's office.

Building No. 6 where I live has been quarantined, and I have been arguing about it all day long, which proves that I have never gone back.

Fortunately, I have nothing to do...but I don’t have the energy to update more. Sorry, I’ll update first.