I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Jerry secretly used his hand to open a slit between Tom's fingers, and stared at the man and woman with his little eyes.

The melon-eating Tom and Jerry were pitiful. They were thrown out one by one by the senior sister using magic spells.

When Tom was thrown out, it hit Jerry. With a popping sound, Tom quickly got up to look and found that Jerry had been crushed into rat pieces by him.

He picked up Jerry's tail and shook him, bringing him back to life.

The two little heads leaned towards the door, scratching at the crack to see what would happen inside.

Below, are times not suitable for children.

"The impact is extremely bad!"

Professor McGonagall caught them both again.

Feudalism is written on the left side of the old lady's face, and arranged marriage is written on the right side. Like a lioness, her eyes are filled with anger, and she is extremely dissatisfied with the two people who have made a private life.

"What else do you have to say now, Miss Worley?"

"I think the two of them may not be able to help themselves. You know, Professor McGonagall, it's almost the spring season." Professor Snape stood aside like a ghost.

"Young lovers like them who have tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time can understand why they can't help themselves. Look, at least the two of them kicked Malfoy and the pets out, didn't they?"

Snape's expression was sinister, as was his tone.

On the surface, it seemed that Snape was speaking for them, but why did Louis feel that Snape was adding insult to injury?

I'm from Slytherin, Dean!

"We might as well ask Mr. Mountbatten first and hear how he defends this matter. I think he should give a reasonable explanation for seducing the senior sister." Snape's words were almost It was said in one breath.

Good guy, direct givenness was initiated by Louis, right?

It's somewhat of a personal grudge.

"You have to believe that the two of us are innocent." Louis took the initiative to defend, but this defense sounded feeble.

After all, Catherine was still riding him.

Professor McGonagall was about to say something, but Snape quickly took advantage of the opportunity: "I think this should be a flirtation between the young couple. After all, you see Mr. Mountbatten is so young, and the tools for committing crimes are not fully developed yet, right?" ?”

A small tic-tac-toe appeared on Louis' forehead, and he... endured it.

What else can I do? Why don't you dare to fight with the brigade commander... Why don't you dare to fight with the professor?

"You two... still have to pay attention to the impact." Professor McGonagall finally set the tone. She really couldn't bear to deal with such an outstanding, cute and well-behaved child as Mr. Mountbatten.

"Okay, Professor." Louis looked obedient. He patted Catherine's thigh without leaving a trace, and whispered through gritted teeth: "You should get up..."

"Oh." Catherine then realized it and got up from Louis with a blush on her face.

"So, you two are...?" Louis asked tentatively, wondering why the two professors broke into their Slytherin lounge again.

"Professor Quirrell colluded with the mysterious man and trespassed into the forbidden area. He has been dealt with by our savior." Snape's tone was filled with displeasure. He knew that Dumbledore would definitely open a back door for the little bastard Potter. Add points.

How many Gryffindor points should be deducted for the monthly exam? Snape was thinking in his mind, how many points would it take to make up for Dumbledore's favoritism?

Just buckle it all, I decided happily.

"Professor McGonagall talked about your outstanding performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She thinks that you can serve as a teaching assistant in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course and assist me in teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts course - after all, you know Yes, I’m still the Potions teacher, so I don’t have much time to deal with this course.”

After saying that, Snape added greasyly: "By the way, now I will temporarily serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

There was a hint of pride and showoff in his tone.

Okay, okay, knowing that you have realized your dream, Lewis felt disgusted in his heart.

"That's the thing, Mr. Mountbatten, do you want to assist your dean as his teaching assistant?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Of course, no problem." Louis agreed happily.

The students at Hogwarts must be given a whole life.

"It's no problem." Snape gave a sly smile: "Then... you will prepare for the monthly Defense Against the Dark Arts exam questions. Remember, it's the seventh grade."

"Okay professor, no problem professor." Louis was confident, why did he still need to come up with questions? Just change to the practical exam!

Take a day trip to the High Walls of Lothric.

With a ding-dong sound, the system also issued a task.

After the two professors left, Louis clicked on the task.

For a reasonable reason, let the world of another dimension become the official proving ground for Hogwarts students.

*Task reward: 25% of Hogwarts control progress, ownership of the Room of Requirement, rune: Thul.

It looks great, but what the heck is this Hogwarts control over progress?

Is it possible to snatch candy from under Old Deng’s beard?

It's not impossible...

However, Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort, left too quickly.

Before Louis could get any more wool from Voldemort, he was suddenly killed by Potter.

Really...

I was caught off guard.

But that's fine. He couldn't know about the Defense Against the Dark Arts monthly test, so he had to stab his butt with the Azure Dragon Moon Sword during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Open your eyes wide.

Dumbledore's explanation for this matter is that after knowing that Lily's curse still works on Voldemort, Voldemort no longer needs to stay in Hogwarts and cause trouble for everyone.

Let him go back to the bunker in Albania.

Good guy, Louis called him a good guy.

"Then, you should be a little more careful about the impact when you and Miss Worley are in the dormitory." Dumbledore added at last.

"Who said that! Catherine and I are innocent..." Louis suddenly became furious. He calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Professor, you know me. If I really want to do something, Catherine's stomach will be long gone." Big.”

"At your age, it seems..." Dumbledore said hesitantly, he was a little unsure of the monster Louis.

"As long as I ask the house elf to cook a bunch of delicious food, I don't have to worry about her belly being big." Louis said firmly: "Today happens to be Thursday."

"What does this have to do with Thursday?" Dumbledore didn't understand what Lewis meant.

"I mean, Professor, we can start a Thursday activity and provide students with unlimited fried chicken meals every Thursday... to reward them for their hard work in study, and to commemorate Potter's face of evil. Brave and unyielding spirit.”

"After all, the strings can't be kept tight, can they? Professor?"

"That's a good idea, why not... just call it Mad Thursday." Dumbledore said approvingly.

"Yes, Headmaster. (Yes, Headmaster!)"