I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"Yes, to distinguish a person's quality from bad, we must first start with his character, not because of his origin." Louis sat upright and continued to tell Draco in a soft voice: "So I say, everyone starts from his personality. There are equals in society. There are evil and decent wizards from pure-blood families, and the same is true for Muggle-born wizards. At the same time, we must also admit that everyone will never be equal in status."

"But this is just a point of view from an ordinary person's point of view, the most simple point of view."

Lewis paused and continued: "And what I want to teach you is another perspective that suits your identity and status... Oh my God, I really don't know what your father usually teaches you..."

"My father is very strict with me. He only talks about the glory of pure blood. He has never told me so much." Draco's words were a little aggrieved.

"As a pure-blood family, since you pride yourself on being noble, you can't do things according to your temper." Lewis said with a smile: "We have to see the essence through phenomena and see the most essential characteristics of things... You What do you think is most important to you, the Malfoy family?"

"Is it...glory?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"No, it's profit." Seeing that he didn't understand, Louis patiently explained to him: "I'll put it more simply, the candies your mother sends you on weekdays are obtained by your Malfoy family from various channels. Converted from the benefits obtained.”

"Whether we treat people or things, your attitude towards them cannot be determined by temporary likes and dislikes - think about it, if Miss Granger can bring an income of one thousand gold galleons to your family every year, you What would you think of her?"

Draco thought for a moment and replied, "I will try to accept her."

"What if Miss Granger can bring an income of ten thousand gold galleons to your family every year?"

"She's going to be a good friend of mine."

"So... what if Miss Granger can bring an income of one hundred thousand gold galleons to your family every year?"

Draco thought carefully and replied: "I think even my father will give up his prejudice against her."

"So, what if it's a million gold galleons?"

Draco didn't think twice this time and said directly: "The smart and lovely Miss Granger will be a guest of the Malfoy family forever."

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"That's it, abandoning a hen that lays golden eggs for your insignificant 'bloodline' point of view... Think about it, if your family, which has always been unruly, finds out about this, what will happen? What do you think of you?"

"Who is our friend and who is our enemy? This is the question we need to think carefully about."

"Everyone has value, Draco." At the end, Louis once again shook Draco's outlook with one sentence: "If your Aunt Bella can be my loyal white glove, then... I will use all my connections to whitewash her into a silly and sweet good witch."

"For people like us, pure good or bad has no reference significance to us. What we need is...the value they can create for us. This is the criterion by which you should judge whether a person should be contacted. .”

"Think about it, Draco, if you are still as arrogant as that, I think... I will reconsider whether you are worthy of being my friend."

After speaking, Louis stood up, leaving Draco with a thoughtful look on his face, and leisurely returned to the Slytherin lounge.

What Louis didn't know was that Draco sat in the auditorium for a full noon, and even spent an entire afternoon, writing a long letter to his parents and handing it to the owl to send home.

But that was not what he cared about. In the Slytherin lounge after dinner in the evening, the latest Slytherin house policy was posted.

Snape's efficiency is still acceptable, especially in the Academy Cup where he is obviously very focused.

Samir and Marcus also promptly sent Louis the list of managers selected for each school year.

"Just call me monitor."

Louis looked through the list of candidates for the seven school years and finalized their new names. Seeing that Samir was still hesitant to speak, Louis frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Yes." Samir nodded and said hesitantly: "That... third-grade classmate Catherine Worley, she..."

"I understand what you mean." Lewis nodded: "You don't need to worry about her."

"Yes." Samir added, "There is also Patrick in the sixth grade...he is also more difficult to deal with."

"Then how did you become the chief?" Lewis was speechless for a moment.

"He is from the Black family. He has been an exchange student in Durmstrang some time ago and just returned to Hogwarts yesterday."

Samir thought for a while and added: "He has a rather arrogant personality and is no less powerful than Miss Worley. In short... he is a difficult guy to deal with."

"Yes, I understand." Louis opened a piece of lemon sorbet and stuffed it into his mouth: "Just follow the regulations. It will be implemented from today. The Slytherin lounge is big enough. Remember to allocate the areas according to the school year. .”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Louis had already been angry with Catherine on the way back yesterday, and she did not resist studying in the lounge for two hours every day.

But the prerequisite is that Louis went to tell him about this matter. Anyone else would have received a golden bell or even a fire curse.

As the leader of the school, he is relatively free. He only wants to take the lead when studying with his classmates. He was sitting next to Catherine, not to mention reading a book while smelling the orchid-musk scent of Catherine's body. It really felt like "reading at night with red sleeves adding fragrance".

But the entrance to the college suddenly became noisy, which disturbed his originally good interest in studying. He frowned and looked around, seeing a circle of people outside. Catherine, who was disturbed from her self-study, was also in a bad mood. The two looked at each other, stood up and walked over there.

"It's Patrick Black and his friend Cesar." The senior's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she disliked this person.

"Do you know him?" Lewis became interested.

"That's right..." Catherine said with strong disgust in her tone: "This person... is too arrogant, I don't like it - but he is very powerful."

"Oh? How about compared with you?"

"If I didn't use Ye Zi, I might not be his opponent." Catherine replied honestly: "I heard that he has an unparalleled talent for black magic. I guess...he should also learn systematically in Durmstrang. Some dark magic...I'm not sure."