I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

"If you want to punish me..." Louis swallowed: "Please tell me straight, don't hang me like this, it's really scary, you know?"

"Hehehe..." Snape's smile was always so sinister. He took a step away, revealing the figure of Professor McGonagall with a serious face.

The corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled proudly like a crooked dragon king: "I've been really busy recently, so I asked Professor McGonagall to punish you for disrespecting the professor - I hope you have a good time, goodbye.

"

After saying that, he brought up a gust of wind and blew it away.

Lewis looked at Professor McGonagall and asked nervously: "Professor, you..."

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall looked back at Snape who was walking away, then turned her head again. Her originally serious face was instantly replaced by an excited look. She swung her arms back and forth excitedly, looking like a happy person.

A girl: "Well done, Mr. Mountbatten, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

(Cat is excited)

Louis, Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at Professor McGonagall with petrified faces - wasn't it true that someone drank Polyjuice Potion and turned into Professor McGonagall?

Under the incomprehensible looks of the four people, Professor McGonagall happily left their sight.

"This...is Professor McGonagall?" Ron asked uncertainly: "I'm so bloody bloody horse hell, is this Professor McGonagall?"

"Well, I heard that there is a potion called Polyjuice Potion that can temporarily transform into a person." Hermione asked hesitantly: "Do you think... could someone turn into Professor McGonagall?"

Woolen cloth?"

"I actually have a question." Louis began to ask: "Everyone knows that Professor McGonagall is an Animagus, so the question is, if someone wants to look like her, they take her cat form.

What will happen to the cat hair that falls off?"

Good guy, Snake has a clever plan to deal with you.

What a weird and tricky question.

With a thoughtful look on her face, Hermione prepared to ask Professor Snape tomorrow.

Asking questions when you don't understand is an excellent virtue of Miss Know-It-All, even when facing an old bat like Snape.

The young wizards in the auditorium who had just taken Lewis's class were happily chatting about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class just now, and talking happily about how interesting Professor Mountbatten was.

The girls formed a circle. At this moment, Draco and Harry accomplished what countless Hogwarts principals and professors, and even the four founders, had not been able to accomplish for thousands of years.

They gathered together, abandoning their differences between the academy for the first time, and chatting passionately, discussing how Draco and Harry were a good match.

So, it was afternoon.

This time he was dressed more normally, in a neat little formal suit, but he looked a bit like a kid.

Even temperament cannot make up for the disadvantage of height.

He is growing taller! He eats plenty of meat, eggs and milk every day and doesn’t care about the Brazilian rainforest.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in third grade is also taught by Slytherin and Gryffindor.

He really knew a lot of people in this class, which was composed of two colleges.

The Weasley twins from Gryffindor and Catherine from Slytherin are all familiar faces.

The seniors and sisters who had long known Professor Mountbatten's fresh teaching methods looked at Louis with wide expectant eyes, except for Catherine.

Catherine's eyes were like a fan diagram, three parts ashamed, three parts worried, three parts attached and one part doting.

People are complex, and their attitudes toward others are constantly moving and spiraling.

He walked to the podium without any stage fright, turned around and said openly: "Okay, let's go to class."

"Good afternoon, teacher -" Just like Siris's English class, the students said "good afternoon" in a longer tone, "professor".

He's a professor, not a teacher.

After all, a teaching assistant is also a professor, just like you can't call a deputy director director.

This is a worldly thing, not a serious place.

"I think you may have heard from other students about some of the small changes I made to the Defense Against the Dark Arts course." With that, Louis clapped his hands and asked Tom and Jerry to bring in the Mirror of Erised: "It's true.

, this is a cursed course, I have also asked other professors about everyone’s learning progress, and to be honest, I am not very satisfied.”

"Principal Dumbledore is not competent, please forgive me for saying that." Louis fired at the principal Dumbledore for the first time: "The magical world is not safe, don't think I am alarmist, look at this magical world! Black

Wizards abound, Death Eaters are ready to take action, and Voldemort may come back. Do you... really think you are safe?"

"Do you really think that Professor Nian Po of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts can really teach you anything useful?"

"No, that's completely wrong. They haven't even fully grasped the learning progress of each of you, and all kinds of accidents have happened. Tell me... how can you learn well in this situation - forgive me for being too straightforward -

This life-saving art?”

Louis clenched his fists with both hands, and his tone was full of incitement: "Students, I hope more than anyone else that one day we will not have to study this course of fighting against dark wizards. We are all students, do you think I just love studying?"

There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the audience.

"Let me tell you, the answer is no, I don't want to study either. But why should I study this course so hard? Because the world is very dangerous, and I just want to live, that's all."

Louis patted his chest and looked around.

"I hope that everyone will never learn this damn course. This wizarding world is no longer full of betrayal, killing, pain, and torture. I even hope that a true order can be established in this wizarding world to completely deter dark wizards from infringing on good people.

The order of peaceful wizards!”

"I know, some of you will say, Mr. Mountbatten! You are imagining! You are dreaming. Yes, yes, you are right. I am indeed imagining and dreaming now." At this point,

, he laughed himself, and the little wizards in the audience also laughed. After laughing for a while, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, extremely serious: "But - what if we take action?"

"Some people may say that we are too young, and the dark wizard will not even look at us - but, in my mother's hometown, an immortal philosopher said this, a small spark,

We can ignite the entire grassland! Although we are young, we are like that spark. One day, we can burn out all the poisonous weeds of dark wizards in this entire grassland called the Magic World!"