I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Eventually, Harry and Draco made an agreement to keep their distance from each other until the rumors died down.

But that didn't stop the fujoshi's enthusiasm for creating new things. They were writing so much in their notebooks that Snape even confiscated a pornographic article in Potions class.

She was a Ravenclaw senior who was deducted fifty points by Snape without hesitation.

Thank you wizarding world for not being politically correct.

It was hard to get through Potions class on Friday, and the day for results was officially here.

As usual, Professor Snape opened the door with a bang. The students had long been used to it. Even if they didn't come to Potions class every time, they would feel uncomfortable.

"Recently... there seem to be two focal figures." Snape said in a greasy voice: "Let me see, um, Mr. Malfoy, who dares to break the worldly prejudices, openly shows himself to the public in public. Mr. Potter expresses his love, I think your father will be proud of your bravery."

Draco wanted to retort, but Snape choked him.

Besides, he didn't have the courage to contradict Snape.

"I really hope you can use the spirit of digging out other people's tidbits in your studies, but it seems that you look no different from mosquitoes that smell blood." Snape twisted his aquiline nose and looked at his hands with disgust. Report card in: "Sometimes, you really have to make me wonder if I have taught a group of humanoid giants."

"Louis Mountbatten." He suddenly shouted. Seeing Louis standing up, Snape's gloomy face pulled a smile: "Students whose names are called do not need to stand up. Sit down, Mr. Mountbatten. 100 points."

Louis thought three times in his mind, Professor Snape, you definitely did it on purpose...

Ron was sitting there waiting for fun, but his psychological defense was completely shattered by this sentence.

Ah? Didn’t we agree not to review together? Didn’t we agree that you didn’t do well in the exam? How did you secretly get a hundred points?

"Harry Potter... our savior and latest heroine... scored 99 points because you spelled the wrong word in your short answer question."

"Hermione Granger." The smile on Snape's face disappeared, and a sinister expression enveloped his face: "Ah, Miss Know-It-All, 98 points."

"Draco Malfoy...98 points."

"Daphne Greengrass...98 points."

"Millicent Bursted, 98 points."

"Pansy Parkinson, 96 points."

"Brace Chabini, 95 points."

"Lavender Brown, 95 points."

"Theodore Nott, 94 points."

"Helloise Midgan, 93 points."

"Vincent Crabbe, 90 points."

"Gregory Gall, 88 points."

…

"Okay, here are the three troll brothers from Gryffindor."

"Ronald Weasley..." Snape stared deathly at Ron's face for a long time, and said coldly and slowly: "62 points."

It's okay...passed.

Ron heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't just that he was last. This damn Lewis... I must settle the accounts with him later!

"Seamus Finnegan." Snape's eyes quickly raised and lowered: "Well, 54 points. I hope you can use your crackling talent in Potions class in the future, Mr. Finnigan."

"Well, well." Snape finally protracted his tone, and under Neville's horrified eyes, he said slowly: "Gryffindor's great genius, Neville Longbottom, five points."

Everyone, including the Gryffindors, looked at Neville with awe.

To be honest, Snape took good care of first-year students. There were forty multiple-choice questions, totaling eighty points; the remaining four short-answer questions, each worth five points.

"I have to say, when I was grading, I was still doubting whether you knew the correct options for all the answers?" Snape's eyes were filled with disgust: "Forty multiple-choice questions, none of them were answered correctly. Excuse me, are you?

Sent by Merlin to torture the professors' nerves?"

Neville was spinning on his stool, his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear clearly what Snape was talking about. All he could think about now was his grandmother's yelling letter in two days.

It’s over, Barbie is done.

Neville thought to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he suddenly fainted with hiccups.

It caused a burst of laughter among the students.

"Quiet." Snape snorted to maintain order. He looked around the classroom and said slowly: "Mr. Mountbatten, ten points for Slytherin."

"In addition, Mr. Potter and Miss Know-It-All also each earned five points for Gryffindor." When he said this, Snape's face twitched visibly.

Giving points to Gryffindor was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Two Mr. Trolls who failed, Gryffindor will deduct five points from each of you for your grades."

Well, I added it here and quickly deducted it there. It was indeed Snape's style.

Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. This was already very satisfying, and it was much better than deducting points.

"In addition, in the first school year, Slytherin won first place with an average score of 92 points, and Slytherin added ten points."

"Unfortunately, Gryffindor is only third, so there are no extra points." At this point, Snape shrugged and expressed regret.

"Then Professor, will you deduct points from us?"

It was Seamus who asked this question.

"If you wish, I can deduct five points from Gryffindor just because you want to." Snape's eyes narrowed into a thin line.

Seamus shook his head like a blender. If he really got five points deducted from Snape for being a bitch today, the whole Gryffindor would have to deal with him when he went back tonight.

Percy couldn't even protect him.

Gryffindor students now don't ask for extra points in Snape's class. They don't want points deducted, just extra points.

"If there are no objections to the results, the report cards will be distributed to all parents tomorrow morning." Snapra said in a long tone: "I wish you - have a happy weekend."

After class, Louis saw an angry Ron waiting for him outside the door.

Don't tell me, Louis thinks the senior is right, Ron does look like a red-haired squirrel.

"Louis! Didn't you say you didn't review? How could you lie to me!" Ron asked Louis a little aggrievedly: "We agreed to have fun together, but you secretly studied behind your back! How unloyal!"

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"Ah, you said this." Louis scratched his head: "I really haven't read the book. If you don't believe me, just ask Catherine. I practice magic spells with her every night."

Speaking of which, it has been half a month since he practiced magic with Ron and the other three.

After all, it was paid in error.

How could Ron dare to ask Catherine? He asked doubtfully: "You didn't lie to me? Oh, you definitely wouldn't." When he said this, he actually defended Louis: "We are good friends after all, how could you?

Are you lying to me? Speaking of which, I should study hard. Hey, my mother will be angry when she sees the report card..."