I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

"Ah... then... then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Samir immediately changed his face: "I knew that - that hat would not go wrong. An outstanding wizard like you must be a pure

Blood——" At this point, seeing Louis' half-smiling gaze, Samir's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his words: "If it's you, even if you are a Muggle, you must be outstanding!"

"Okay, stop licking." Louis smiled softly: "Within three days, write a 500-word review. You, your followers, and Marcus will give it to me... Understand

?"

"Okay... okay... okay..." Samir agreed nonstop, but after thinking about it, he still had the courage to ask: "Um... Mr. Mountbatten, what is a review?"

"I have no obligation to tell you, you just need to know that some things will not end well if I am not satisfied." Louis tapped his shoulder with his wand, leaving Samir with an embarrassed look on his face and turned to leave.

Samir stood there for a long time, and was awakened by the severe pain in his abdomen. He quickly called his followers and ran to the medical wing.

Neither he nor his followers could resist Louis - just as someone in the crowd in front said that many adult wizards find it difficult to cast the Iron Armor Curse, a first-year freshman can cast the Iron Armor Curse silently, just like

A student who has just entered the first grade of elementary school can do high-level math problems with ease.

Imagine that you are facing a classmate who can solve second-grade math problems. You may want to compete and work hard, but facing that kind of freak... worshiping him as a master is the best answer.

This is actually the case.

What's more, Louis comes from a pure-blood family whose parents graduated from Durmstrang. Slytherin's little snakes all know that pure-blood families have secret curses, and Durmstrang...

The reputation has never been very good. No one wants all kinds of unknown curses to roam around on their body.

Why didn't he say that he was a pureblood from the beginning? Come on, he is a duke after all, and he is also a bastard of the system. It would be too embarrassing to just give in? What's more, even if he said it, he might not know it

Some people believe that now that he has defeated the chief of the college by force, the students will naturally have the thought "he is so strong, there is no need to lie to us."

But this is not what Louis is worried about. Now that he has dealt with the complicated relationship between his classmates, he just wants to return to the Room of Requirement and practice magic spells happily.

After walking around for more than an hour, Louis finally climbed to the eighth floor.

But an unexpected figure stood in front of him.

"Ah... Principal Dumbledore, good evening." Lewis felt a little guilty, after all, he was traveling at night.

"It's great to be young." Dumbledore winked at him mischievously: "When I was your age, I also liked to stay up late at night and wander around."

Lewis said hesitantly: "Then you... don't look as old as me now."

Dumbledore choked.

He took out a bunch of cockroaches from his pocket and shook it at Louis: "Would you like to try it? This is Honeydukes' new product. Although it looks like a cockroach, it is actually very delicious - very sweet."

As he spoke, he pulled a cockroach by its leg and threw it into his mouth. For a moment, Louis felt that he should not be called Old Bee, but Old White-fronted Spider.

"Then your symptoms are likely to be diabetes." Lewis said with determination: "You should stop eating sweets immediately and go to the hospital for a thorough physical examination."

When Dumbledore heard this, he almost choked on the cockroach candy.

"Thank you for your concern, Louis—may I call you that?"

"Of course, Mr. Principal."

"I prefer others to call me Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore conjured a paper bag from nowhere with a bunch of candies in it: "I have also read the works of Muggles. Scientifically speaking, eating sweets can help

Dopamine secretion will make you happier."

Isn't it a bit unprofessional for you, a wizard, to study science, my Lord Principal?

"You will always be in a bad mood after a little dispute with your classmates. Well, if you don't dislike an old man's feelings." He stuffed the bag of candy into Louis' arms, raised his arm, and moved his five fingers gently.

He moved, with a playful smile on his face: "Good night."

Without giving Louis any chance to refuse, Dumbledore walked back to his headmaster's office.

Lewis shook his head, not understanding what Dumbledore meant. He didn't think about it and went straight into the door of the Room of Requirement.

Anyway, this school has no secrets from Dumbledore, the principal, and Lewis doesn't intend to avoid him.

He stood at the door, put his hand into the paper bag and took out a candy. He looked at it under the moonlight and saw the words "sherbet lemon" written on it.

It's lemon sorbet.

In the previous life, many translators mistakenly translated it as "ice-cold lemon juice"... Yes, it is the password of the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office. In fact, it should be lemon sorbet. In many languages, such as the Portuguese version and Danish

version, it was all translated as lemon juice. This cannot be said to be a problem with Siris’s translation.

When someone is with you to solve a problem, the problem is not that big. Of course, saying this is not to whitewash, but rather... to wash away the dust?

He peeled off the candy coating and threw the candy into his mouth, the lemon taste spreading in his mouth.

It's a little sour, but more of a sweet taste. Louis likes this feeling very much. He was even surprised to find that it was actually a soft candy with filling. When the candy melted into the middle, the sweet and sour filling tasted in his mouth.

The sizzling feeling is very strange, a bit like holding popping candy in your mouth, but it doesn't have such a heavy bouncing feeling. In short, it tastes great.

He put the paper bag down and planned to practice the spell for a while and then eat some glacier water when he returned to blue.

Drinking water all the time makes my mouth taste dull.

No matter what Principal Dumbledore wanted to do, it was still a great help to him. After all, he had never thought about drinking something while drinking water in the past month.

After practicing it for a while, it felt a bit boring. Unlike the Iron Armor Curse, after practicing the Disarming Curse to level three, you can no longer gain proficiency from the training dummy.

"Really, the seniors in Slytherin are too good." Louis played with the wand in his hand and muttered to himself: "Harry and the others are not strong enough, and they can't find anyone to practice spells with."

…”

While I was in the middle of emo, a clear sound suddenly came from my ears.

"expelliarmus!"

Louis almost subconsciously cast an armor spell in the direction of the sound.

*"You have gained 50 points of Iron Armor Spell proficiency."

Lewis was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw the appearance of the owner of the sound clearly, he was shocked.