I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

The fifth-level fluorescent flash does not require chanting a spell, but Louis thought it would be better to keep a low profile, so he chanted it anyway.

Even so, it still seems a bit outstanding.

Neville almost fell off due to the overcrowding on the boat. Thanks to Ron's quick eyesight and quick hands, this accident was avoided.

What surprised Louis was that there was not only Professor McGonagall at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, but also a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and greasy hair.

It's Snape.

"Mr. Louis Mountbatten, please come with me." Snape's greasy voice sounded, interrupting Louis' thoughts.

Louis suddenly realized that this old bat... Professor Snape was waiting for him.

He walked out honestly and followed Snape into the castle under the worried eyes of Harry, Ron, and Neville.

After entering the door and turning right, Snape took Louis to the broom room next to the Great Hall.

"Tell me about it, our outstanding freshman beat his classmates on the train, causing three people to have broken arms." Snape had a sinister smile on his face: "You who have studied in a Muggle school should

Knowing the consequences of beating a classmate, I think our outstanding Mr. Lewis will give me a reasonable explanation, what do you think?"

He specially emphasized the two words "outstanding".

"Of course, Professor." Louis bowed politely and slowly took out a recording pen.

He didn't just attack randomly, he came prepared.

Under Snape's confused gaze, Louis pressed the play button.

When he heard Marcus calling Neville "snot-nosed", Louis saw Snape's face visibly twitching. Until the end of listening to the recording, Snape's facial expression was as poker-like and showed no emotion.

"I know, Professor, Mudblood is an extremely vicious name." Louis took back the recorder: "No educated person would call someone that - an outstanding person like Professor should have never experienced this.

How does Neville feel?"

Snape slowly looked at Louis with a puzzled look.

"I don't think the professor has ever been called a 'snot-nosed man' and even been humiliated by being hung up and having his pants pulled off——"

Louis could guarantee that he definitely didn't mean it, he just said it in a hurry. He had no intention of exposing Snape's scars. He swore to the lamp!

"That's enough!" Snape's expression was gloomy. At the same time, the lights behind him went out with a "Porphy". His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat: "That's enough! Go to the Sorting House."

Let's do the ceremony, remember, your college will deduct twenty points for your behavior on the train!"

Louis asked innocently: "So, professor, if I am assigned to your college——"

"A reckless troll like you... will only be assigned to Gryffindor," Snape said firmly.

By the time Louis arrived in the auditorium, the sorting ceremony happened to have begun. The old hat had probably finished singing its nonsense song, and Professor McGonagall was holding its tip and reading out the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" A funny voice sounded, and Louis looked up. A little witch with blond hair and twin tails was happily walking to the seats in the Badger House. The friendly and gentle seniors and sisters of the Badger House greeted her with enthusiastic applause.

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Louis even discovered that there was a fat ghost waving to her happily.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The list for the sorting ceremony was arranged according to the first letter of the last name, and soon he reached his group M.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Louis looked up and saw a brat with light blond hair sitting on a chair. The hat didn't even touch his hair, and he shrilly sorted him into Slytherin.

When no one was paying attention, Malfoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Louis Mountbatten!"

Professor McGonagall called on Louis' name.

Louis walked through the side door of the auditorium, with a face that could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people. His classmates were whispering. His every move was elegant, as if he was born from nature - but Louis knew it, this was the eleventh day.

I learned it through years of hard work in the aristocratic life.

Seeing him sit down in his seat, Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Louis' head.

"Elegance, so elegant." The sound of the hat rang in Louis' ears.

Louis just sat upright, but his next words almost scared him to death.

"Hmm... It seems that the ideas you are exposed to are not in line with this school. I think Nurmengard may be more suitable for you?"

At the staff table, Principal Dumbledore gradually sat up straight, staring at Louis intently, as if he wanted to see him through.

Louis thought five times in his mind. Why, in addition to the Azkaban Academy, Hogwarts is opening a sixth academy?

You must be sick! This is not a good place to be distributed... The people in Azkaban are at best ordinary lunatics or murderers, so who are the people in New Menggard? The failed art students in the magic world...

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Others went to war if they couldn't get into the Academy of Fine Arts. He went to war if he couldn't get elected as Minister of Magic.

No matter what, the Nuremberg Tribunal would have to give it a Class A rating.

Even with his back to the faculty bench, Lewis could guess that he was probably being targeted by Dumbledore.

"I can feel your ambition, it's engraved in your bones - don't deny it, kid, maybe you didn't even notice it yourself, ha... just now was just a little joke played by the old hat on you.

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"Gryffindor? Well... you have unparalleled courage, a child of noble birth, but... well, believe me, even Godric himself does not have such courage."

Louis thought to himself that I couldn't stand it if you said half of what you said. As long as you can assign me to Gryffindor, that would be fine.

"Then..." The hat no longer whispered, but shouted: "Glen..."

Louis was so happy that he just came to the pillow when he felt sleepy.

But how could that bad old hat let Louis get what he wanted? He changed his voice and changed direction in a way that caught people off guard: "Slytherin!"

It was such a sudden show of excitement that Louis almost broke his back. The moment Professor McGonagall picked up the hat, he whispered to the Sorting Hat: "I remember this favor, Mr. Hat."

There was sparse applause from the Slytherin seats. Louis was not the pure blood they were looking for, and maybe not even a half-blood wizard. It was strange to be welcomed by the little snakes. And Snape on the faculty

The moment I heard the results of the sorting, it was as if someone had cast a petrifying spell. It took me a long time to react, with an expression on my face that looked like I had eaten a fly, and I reluctantly clapped my hands with meaning.

Ron and Harry, who had not yet been sorted, whispered to each other, regretting that Louis was not sorted into Gryffindor.

Louis looked straight all the way to the Slytherin seats. Looking left and right, he happened to see the blond senior on the train.

He sat next to his senior sister in a majestic manner, and a refreshing cold fragrance lingered in his nose.

The Slytherin students stood back slightly, in awe of Louis' behavior.

Louis didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He simply said hello, senior, then turned around calmly and continued to watch the sorting ceremony.

When his eyes passed over the staff table, Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, attracting Louis's eyes. Then he saw the principal nodded slightly to him, and Louis returned the favor politely.

How could he not understand that he was being targeted by Lao Deng?

Yes, and Snape.

Why was he so sure? Because the coolness that was like a tarsal bone didn't disappear until Professor McGonagall called Harry's name.

But it didn’t matter. Louis thought to himself about his unconventional character, ordinary background, salty attitude towards life, and ordinary appearance...

It shouldn’t be too eye-catching...right?

With the last student being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally came to an end. After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, grabbed the sorting hat and sat back in her seat, Principal Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face.

He stretched out his arms and said: "Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year. Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is: idiot, cry-noser, scum, screw, thank you everyone."

"Now, let the banquet begin!" With the movements of his hands, the table in front of each student was filled with sumptuous food.

When Louis turned around, the senior sister beside him had already put away the books he was reading and was taking small bites of the food in front of him.

He was also a little hungry after a bumpy day in the car - he only ate half of Ron's sandwich in the car and nuzzled one of Harry's chocolate frogs, so now his stomach was already empty.

The inertia of the eleven years of British aristocratic career was undoubtedly terrifying, thanks to the stick coercion of his grandfather, Louis Mountbatten Sr., the tireless cramming education from the court teachers sent by his aunt and godmother, and the education of his sister Diana.

Following words and deeds, even though he was starving to death, he still subconsciously adhered to the rigid etiquette and ate slowly.