I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 251 The first day of the new semester

Catherine still didn't want Louis to bring trouble out of his mouth, after all, Emma really couldn't afford to offend him.

After holding a seminar for half a night and asking Louis for advice on how to teach this Defense Against the Dark Arts course, Emma finally let her good son go and let him crawl to sleep.

The cold icy rain outside the window was still beating randomly on the window, and the wind was blowing loudly. The sound of the wind could be clearly heard even in the corridor.

The next morning, the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

Louis made an unprecedented trip to the auditorium to study the class schedule. He was debating whether to take this divination class or not.

Professor Trelawney is becoming more and more nervous every day, which is really hard to like.

Fred, George and Li Jordan were sitting at the same table. The three of them had been discussing some magical spell to make themselves older, with the intention of passing the test and participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but their voices

It's huge and has no sense of confidentiality at all.

"I told you three to keep your voices down, for fear that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be able to hear your plan, right?" Louis reminded the three fearless young men of Gryffindor.

"Don't worry, we don't worry about being heard." Fred said nonchalantly. He looked at Louis with a smile and asked: "Don't you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? You know this only happens once every five years.

As for the large-scale competition, you are in the fourth grade now. You will definitely have graduated by the time it is held next..."

What was a little surprising was that after the pus from the Babo tuber was squeezed out, there was a strong smell of gasoline. Louis looked at the tuber pus in the container and wondered if he would burn it if he threw a fire.

Light.

"What is this?" Louis put down the bread in his hand, took the piece of paper, looked at it, and found that it was actually an advertisement for the charity organization for house elves created by Hermione...

A tawny owl swooped down like a Stuka, passed Louis, and landed in Neville's arms.

The first class today was Professor Sprout's Herbology class. It should be said that the whole morning was spent outdoors. After the Herbology class, I went to the Care of Magical Creatures class with Gryffindor.

She thought the Slytherins were holding on for the sake of face.

Hermione looked at him helplessly, took the bread and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I think he's reminding you not to miss out this time, Neville." Seamus Finnigan laughed and teased Neville.

The three people quickly looked at each other and said they would never brag again.

Hermione came over at this time and handed Louis a piece of paper.

Ron shuddered, he nudged Harry, and whispered with a wink: "Look, how cruel women can be to themselves, especially for the sake of beauty... Oh my god, I can't do such a thing.

Son."

Hagrid was standing outside the door of the cabin waiting for his classmates, holding the hound Yaya in one hand. There were several open wooden boxes at his feet.

Ron handed over a piece of bread with a playful smile and two pieces of bacon in it: "Yeah, I will support you, you see, you know my brain is not very good, so I think you are also hungry, eat something

Something?"

The little chubby boy blushed, muttering that he didn't forget anything, but just had a bad memory, while taking the package off the owl's leg.

Seeing Draco hesitate to speak, he asked with concern: "What's wrong, Draco, is there something wrong?"

Plants in the magical world all grow wildly, like mandrakes, which are strangely shaped like twisted dolls. The same is true for the plants in front of Professor Sprout. They are more like a black, slimy big slug.

, squirmingly emerging from the soil, with many large shiny bulges on its body, which should be filled with liquid - if I guessed correctly.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bei should still be working hard in the special forces, right?

"Do you want to learn magic? Sakuya?" Louis took the bread and looked at Sakuye.

Louis has no classes in the afternoon, so he is more relaxed today.

"Oh, poor Heloise Midgan." Hannah Abbott whispered: "She wanted to use a spell to get rid of her acne, but she accidentally knocked off her nose..."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class and everyone left. The students from the four colleges walked down the lawn together and walked towards Hagrid's wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He immediately changed the subject: "The speech last night was quite successful. The important spirit was conveyed to the freshmen... In addition, the guests from Durmstrang want to get to know you. Look..."

"How can it be flattering? We really think so from the bottom of our hearts." Li Qiaodan added.

But the question comes back, is there a big relationship between forgetfulness and poor memory?

Not far from Louis, Draco's owl landed on him and brought him snacks from the Malfoy family. The first thing he did after unpacking the package was to gather a batch of snacks and bring them to Louis.

He gave some away.

He put down this relatively hot potato and encouraged Hermione in her expectant eyes: "Do it well, I believe you can do it, and I will give you all support if necessary!"

"Okay, I'll talk to Krum when I get back today." Draco got the exact answer and finally relieved his slightly frowned brows. He had been worried about whether Louis would agree to it.

Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said loudly: "Okay, very good, five points for Slytherin - with this pus, this will prevent you from using drastic methods to remove acne."

Madam Pomfrey choked for a moment and looked at her Slytherin classmates uncertainly. She called on the name of little chubby Crabbe: "Classmate Crabbe, can you tell me what the pus from the Bobo tuber does?"

At this moment, there was a flapping sound overhead, and countless owls flew in from the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

"What did you say?" asked Seamus Finnigan in a disgusted tone.

"Good morning, classmates!" Hagrid greeted everyone with a smile: "I think the new semester must have new courses, and we must also get to know new creatures. So - are you ready? I miss you.

You don’t want to miss this—dang, dang, blast-ended snails!”

Louis shook his head and said he didn't know.

It's exciting to think about.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Louis shrugged: "Besides, Professor Dumbledore has already said that the lives of underage wizards will be in danger if they participate in this competition. Young wizards of our age are not suitable to participate in this competition.

kind of competition.”

"Then what will happen to Hogwarts if you don't participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Louis looked at the wriggling plants in front of him with some indifference, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"What?" Ron looked at the box with one eye closed.

"Okay, thank you." Lewis nodded with a smile, took the snack and handed it to Sakuya.

"So you are not a woman." After Harry said this, he raised his hands and patted Ron, like two living treasures.

"Barbo tubers." Professor Sprout did not feel at all that these plants in front of her could bring psychological shadow to people. She introduced them to the students in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "You need to squeeze it with your hands, just like you squeeze your youth.

Like pox, you have to collect their pus."

"You're just talking nonsense, Louis." A look of disbelief appeared on George's face: "It's just you, you still say that you are not suitable for your age, my God, let alone our sixth grade classmates, even if you are an adult Auror,

It’s very difficult to deal with you.”

Think about it, if Professor Sprout were Mr. Pei, holding this big fat insect-like tuber of Barbo in his hand, he would introduce seriously that "the nutritional value of this thing is five times that of beef"...

After the students finished squeezing the tubers before get out of class, Professor Sprout said with a smile: "Mrs. Pomfrey should be happy now. Who among you doesn't know what the pus of the Bobo tubers does?" "

"Thank you, Louis!" Hermione opened her arms and gave Louis a warm hug.

Louis didn't answer in a hurry, but picked up the coffee cup, stirred it with a spoon, and then said: "I'm really not interested."

"That's fine." Sakuya nodded and said yes. Magic will definitely help her a lot. Think about it, after activating the time stop, what will be thrown is not a flying knife, but Avada Kedavra...

After passing through the humid vegetable field, we arrived at Greenhouse No. 3, where we happened to see Professor Sprout showing everyone a very magical new plant.

"Then... uh, what should Slytherin do?" Draco asked quickly, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say so, so he said sarcastically: "Well, this is not what I should ask... that..."

"Then...will Miss Worley participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron asked curiously.

Sakuya was stunned for a moment, and she asked in a low voice: "Have I not inherited the profession of stalker? How can I still..."

"Shh, don't brag." Louis put his index finger on his mouth: "I don't have much strength to begin with, but you are almost praising me to the sky. I think you want to praise me to death..."

Louis said indifferently: "You have to learn to trust others. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Hogwarts. How can you be sure that no one will stand up and win honor for the school?"

"The pus from the balboa tuber is the best remedy for stubborn acne," Crabbe answered without hesitation.

Draco suddenly said: "Ah, no, I just want to ask you, are you really not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I'm very happy that you can recognize my strength." Louis coughed and changed the subject, "But I don't like the way you talk."

"Yoooo...disgusting!" The first reaction of the female students was to jump away a little away from the so-called "explosive snail".

She happily returned to Ron and Harry, and raised her chin to Ron in demonstration: "Look, even Louis supports me, and as my boyfriend, you actually oppose me..."

"Ich, Finnigan, ichor!" Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value. Don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the ichor into these bottles and wear your

Dragonskin Gloves - Undiluted pus from the tuber of Barbo will cause unusual damage to the skin."

"Try it, Louis, this is my mother's craftsmanship." Draco's expression was a little shy and expectant.

However, it seemed that Louis was in a good mood today and did not refuse his proposal, so his face was saved anyway.

Yes, give her all support except help.

"Let's try it." Louis shrugged irresponsibly: "What if you have magic talent? Anyway, these two are not very conflicting."

The Slytherin classmates and Hermione raised their hands in unison.

Oh, he remembered that Cedric in the original book was still alive at the end of the game. He had to think carefully about this and not let him die so hastily.

"Blow-ended Skrewts," Hagrid said, opening the box's mouth wider, trying to let everyone see his masterpiece.

He will not stop Catherine from participating in the Triwizard Tournament. It's okay to go and have fun. Besides, you may not be able to enter if you vote. If nothing else happens, the champion of Hogwarts will be Cedry.

C. Diggory and Harry Potter.

When you get closer, you can even hear the sound of rattling coming from the box, occasionally mixed with the sound of crackling and exploding, but it is very weak.

Louis had a pretty good impression of him. He was a bright and cheerful boy with a good temper. He had never blushed with anyone. He was so much better than Potter.

I don’t know what Sprout’s “extremely high value” refers to. At least Lewis guessed it shouldn’t be rich in nutritional value.

"We can meet you when you have time." Louis smiled and nodded: "Anyway, I have more free time recently."

Just kidding, if my credits were deducted, there would really be no place to cry.

Thinking of this, Louis couldn't help but feel a little hungry. Just when he was about to speak, Sakuya handed him a piece of garlic bread with butter.

It's a bit embarrassing for the family members.

They were right, it was indeed disgusting, well... it was like a lobster with its shell removed. If I had to use an adjective, it would be very ghastly, gray-white, slimy body, and a lot more

The tentacles really make people lose their sanity.

Moreover, these snails don't smell very good, exuding a very strong smell of ammonia. Occasionally, the tail of a snail will emit a spark, followed by a soft sound, and the ejection will start to spray out a few inches.

Lewis understood a little bit. This kind of thing should be explained by scientific principles. They seemed to be spraying flammable gas like methane from their buttocks - which could also explain the strong ammonia smell.

, and then run forward based on the principle of propulsion.

Where had I seen this kind of thing before? Lewis thought carefully for a long time before he remembered that there was a movie with a similar monster.

(End of chapter)