I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Ron finally learned from the experience and began reading Detective Snape with Harry and Hermione.

Yes, they haven't given up their doubts about Snape, but they are becoming more and more suspicious.

After Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall finally stepped forward and made her loudest move - she announced that she would conduct a monthly test on Transfiguration at the end of January.

The reason why it is not in December is to at least let the students have a good year.

After all, Professor McGonagall was too kind. The next Potions exam was scheduled for mid-January when the students had just returned from vacation.

Snape might have been a giant panda in his previous life, and he had taken all the bamboo shoots within a ten-mile radius of Hogwarts.

With the addition of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, self-study was moved from the common rooms of each house to the Great Hall.

They are supervised by teachers, including Professor Sprout on Monday, Professor McGonagall on Tuesday, Professor Flitwick on Wednesday, Professor Snape on Thursday, and four professors on Friday. Under Louis's suggestion, Hogwarts' evening self-study has since learned the Hengzhong model of "silence and no raising of the head" - mainly because he hit it off with Professor McGonagall. When Louis made this suggestion, Professor Sprout was chubby. His face was full of intolerance.

He also hesitated to speak, and wanted to stop Louis from continuing to devilishly several times, but he didn't want to disturb Professor McGonagall's enjoyment.

Professor McGonagall is really, the more she looks at Louis, the more she likes him, and she is still thinking about whether to discuss with Snape one day to replace the lovable Mr. Mountbatten with the trio of Mr. Potter.

In addition, the almost headless Nick also volunteered to take on the task of supervising his classmates. He was floating above the auditorium, and his perspective was like a camera.

Peeves also wanted to participate, but was severely rejected by Professor McGonagall.

He also specially entrusted Bloody Barrow to be the security guard of the auditorium to prevent Peeves from disturbing the little wizards' studies.

Peeves was so angry that he frantically played tricks on the little wizards for the past two days, but his enthusiasm faded quickly and he forgot about it after a few days.

Louis, who was reading a book in the lounge and waiting for Catherine, saw Draco walking away from him with a piece of paper out of the corner of his eye.

"Louis," he greeted, then handed the paper to Louis.

Lewis took the piece of paper, and there was actually a list on it.

"What are these?" he asked with great interest. Two coiled snakes were painted on the top of the list, which were ferocious and majestic.

"I recently formed a small team within Slytherin with Senior Lestrange and Senior Flint. Of course, you are the leader." Draco's face was quite complicated, he was worried, and he was asking for credit. expectations.

"Hmm." Louis was noncommittal, glanced at the list, and said with slight satisfaction under Draco's worried gaze: "This snake is well drawn... Your small team should have a code name, what is it called? name?"

Draco breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Louis' satisfied look, and he replied somewhat proudly: "Serpent Spirit."

"The abbreviation of your organization is a punishment." Louis said something that made Draco confused, but he felt that the name was awkward.

Why does it sound so familiar? He thought to himself, and a flash of lightning flashed through his heart.

Damn it, if translated into Chinese, isn’t this a snake spirit?

You also watch Detective Dee Renjie, right?

"Ah? Oh." Draco said belatedly: "Senior Lestrange suggested using a code name. The code name he gave himself was Demon Spirit, or demon for short."

"Devil?" Louis smacked his lips, not to mention, Samir was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he wouldn't give up on being called a demon.

Sister, the demon spirit is seriously injured, right?

So what should I call it? Well, if nothing else, it should be the hanging spirit.

"What about you?" Louis asked again.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Draco scratched his head, "I don't know of any cool code names that can highlight my temperament."

"Viper, Viper." Louis smiled and gave him a suggestion.

The ancestral name of the underworld dragon Fang is right, and he still needs the poison warlock Ke Zhendong to match you.

"Cool." Draco happily accepted his suggestion.

"What are you two doing mysteriously?" Catherine's voice sounded from the side. Louis looked over and saw a hint of disgust on Catherine's face.

"Isn't this a stupid stoat? If you don't go find your frog prince, why are you pestering my little deer for nothing?"

Draco ran away in despair, not even daring to look back.

Louis was confused, your little deer? When did I become yours? I obviously belong to all girls...all beautiful girls.

"Hmph." Looking at Draco's back, Catherine snorted coldly, then turned to look at Louis: "What, is this a love letter from the ferret to you?"

Louis handed over the list.

"It's so childish, and it's like a snake spirit." Catherine's beautiful face was filled with disgust.

"It seems like they still regard me as the boss..."

"So, you also play children's house tricks with them?" Catherine sat next to him.

"Every towering tree grows from an inconspicuous sapling." Louis subconsciously patted Catherine's soft thigh: "You know, Cathy, in fact, this can be regarded as an investment."

Kathy is a nickname for Katherine, like Ron is to Ronald and Charlie is to Charles.

Of course, it can only be called people who are very close to each other, and Louis is a person who has a close relationship inadvertently and invisibly.

Catherine looked at Louis with cold eyes, her thin lips opened slightly, and her words were filled with a freezing coldness: "Don't you want the deer hooves anymore?"

"So, are you interested in joining me and walking side by side?"

Louis did not take away his Lushan Claw, but looked at Catherine with serious eyes.

Generally speaking, the skin of white girls cannot be looked at carefully, and the blemishes are generally very serious. But Catherine was different. Even under careful inspection, her radiant skin was smooth and flawless. Under Louis' gaze, Catherine's fair face turned suspiciously red.

He... is he confessing to me? Catherine's head was in a mess, and her original cold attitude became a little unbearable.

Louis is indeed an eleven-year-old boy, but Catherine has just turned fourteen this year, so the gap between the two is not that big; besides, Louis' mature character often makes it difficult for people to think that he is still a child.

Except the height difference is a little bigger.

Catherine has really always treated him as a peer and has never looked down upon him because of his young age.

The cold and arrogant beauty was sitting on the sofa, her face looking as usual, but her heart was in a mess.

How should I answer him in a way that is appropriate and does not feel disrespectful?

She was distraught.

"Kathy?" Louis stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, trying to pull her out of her chaotic thoughts.