I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally, "Did you think of a solution so quickly?"

It seems that he doesn't care about Patrick Blake's life or death.

In fact, he was also aware of Patrick's evil deeds in school, otherwise he would not have sent him to Durmstrang as an exchange student - if not for Phineas's sake, he would have been expelled long ago .

It would be nice to have someone more evil to deal with him.

But he is also very concerned about Louis' mental state now. It would be bad if he becomes the next Tom.

Naturally, Lewis did not know about Dumbledore's psychological activities. He said: "In order to implement and implement your important spirit, Professor Snape and I based on the current situation, made overall plans, and finally determined that it is necessary for each college to reform the curriculum policy. This is a relatively difficult matter, you don’t think that Professor McGonagall would listen to my suggestion and ask the students to add two more self-study classes, right?"

"Well, you're right." Principal Dumbledore nodded and asked, "Then how did you do it?"

"So, considering the current situation, I decided to use my identity as Professor Snape's Potions class teacher to implement a policy in the school - that is, to conduct monthly exams, mid-term mid-term exams, and end-of-term exams. The final exam will be based on the test scores to add points to individuals and the college.”

"In this way, Slytherin who flies first will definitely get good results in the first month of the exam. If the deans of other houses don't want to give up the House Cup, they will definitely follow up on this policy, at least not let Slytherin get away. It’s too far.”

"In this way, our plan has been initially successful." Louis made the final summary: "I am very ashamed. I only made a very small contribution."

Dumbledore looked at Louis and suddenly discovered a terrifying fact.

If this kid develops his evil ways, he will be much more difficult to deal with than Voldemort. Although his methods are a little immature, he is still the real successor of the troublemaker...

As we all know, one of the most adept at politics in the world is the Seris people from the far east, and the other is Dai Ying.

Sooner or later there will be room for him to exercise and develop.

Dumbledore felt that it was necessary to have a good chat with him.

"Have you ever heard of Voldemort?" Dumbledore's tone seemed to be asking Amway.

"How could you not know, Professor." Lewis looked at Dumbledore with a look that looked at Alzheimer's disease: "Professor, you really need to eat less sugar, your thinking is starting to slow down..."

"Oh, is there?" Dumbledore then belatedly remembered, how could there be a wizard who didn't know about Voldemort - even if he didn't read the book, he should have heard it from his classmates.

Louis smacked his lips and said with a bit of disgust: "Voldemort's magical attainments should not be mentioned, but... Professor, don't you think his style is very low?"

"Huh?" This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be confused. This was the first time he heard this statement... Ha, Voldemort has a very low style? It's a novel angle.

"I feel like he has some kind of serious illness. How can a normal person be like this..." Louis didn't notice Jerry sneaking out of his coat pocket and sliding along his robe like a slide to the ground, sneaking up. He poked his head toward the Sorting Hat.

"Professor, if you are worried that I will become that kind of person... I can't understand it. After all, I hit Senior Black a bit harshly yesterday, but..." Louis put down the lemon juice in his hand and said seriously: "Professor, you completely I have too much to worry about. I have a grandfather who loves me, uncles and aunts, and so many good friends. My family is not short of money. Do you think I have enough to eat that I become such a B-phobic person? "

"You're right." Dumbledore smiled, his braided white beard trembling: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, your mouse is crawling towards the Sorting Hat."

Louis looked back at Jerry who was climbing up, and reminded without looking back: "It seems you should be worried, professor? After all, this old hat is not mine..."

Indeed, why should he be panicking? The Sorting Hat is not his...

"Gryffindor!" the dozing old hat yelled, frightening Jerry so much that he somersaulted and fell to the ground. With the crisp sound of the cymbals, Jerry fell into pieces.

Louis walked over and picked up Jerry's tail and flicked it twice to restore it. Dumbledore looked at Jerry with interest and asked, "This should be the mouse in the cartoon, if I remember correctly." , should his name be Jerry?”

"Yes, Professor." Louis patted Jerry's head and signaled him to stop running away - a cruel idea suddenly came to his mind.

Since they are all called Tom, should we let Jerry torment Professor Quirrell? I happen to be going to Professor Quirrell's office tomorrow, so I have to give him a big look no matter what, right?

"What a magical mouse." Dumbledore said, waving his beard: "I didn't expect that the Sorting Hat would sort him into Gryffindor. If you ask me, he should go to another house."

"Where?" Not only Louis, but also Jerry looked at Dumbledore with his beard shaking.

"Azkaban." After saying this, Dumbledore also smiled: "Of course, if people are sent to Azkaban because of pranks, I think the Weasley twins have been there for two years."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked a little sad.

"Oh, it's true. I used to run into the two of them at night. I don't know why, but suddenly one day I couldn't run into them anymore." Dumbledore's tone was full of regret.

So you bumped into me and my senior? Louis cursed in his heart, but kept a smile on his face.

"Okay, I have nothing to do here. You can go back." Principal Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind shiny half-moon lenses, and it was difficult to see what he was thinking.

In the past life, I read fan fiction and said that Principal Dumbledore liked to use Legilimency on students. This statement is somewhat nonsense. A hundred-year-old man is also a wizard known as the White Devil. He has always been in a high position. It would be strange not to be able to read what is written on a teenager's face.

If he was so shameless, would there still be Voldemort?

Not to mention anyone else, let's talk about his grandfather, old Louis. Even though he has experienced two lives, his grandfather can easily penetrate his inner thoughts.

In the words of the old man, I eat more salt than you eat. How can I not know what you are thinking?

"Okay, I'll go back first, professor." Louis put Jerry back into his coat pocket, turned around and left, neatly and without taking away a single cloud.

On the way, I glanced over at the portrait. Phineas was still tied to the chair and kicking his legs around, looking really embarrassed.