I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 112: There Can Only Be One Cloud Over Slytherin
In order to be fair, Professor Sprout decided to give a random answer.

She closed her eyes and pointed randomly on the roster, pointing to Crabbe's name.

"Mr. Vincent Crabbe, please answer this question." Professor Sprout said.

He didn't think much about it when calling the roll, but after calling the roll, the usually kind and amiable Professor Sprout couldn't help but start to worry. What if the child felt embarrassed because he couldn't answer the question? Would it affect his mentality?

But there was no way to take back the reputation she had given it, and Professor Sprout could only secretly hope that the child had read some books. She had already decided that even if Crabbe got half of the answers right, no, just one sentence right, she would give Slytherin an extra point as a token of appreciation.

Hermione was originally nervous about her chance to speak being snatched away, but when she heard it was that fat boy Crabbe, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

If it was Draco, she might still worry about whether he would answer correctly and take the extra points, but Crabbe? Crabbe, the fat brother, only knew how to slack off in class and eat delicious chicken every day. How could he study, let alone answer such a high-level question as the mandrake.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but retreat tactically and looked at Crabbe with a confident posture.

But Crabbe really opened her eyes.

"Mandra, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful restorative." Crabbe answered fluently, as if he had eaten Doraemon's memory bread. "It is used to restore people who have been deformed or cursed to their original state."

"Very good, Slytherin scores 10 points!" Professor Sprout was overjoyed. There was such a surprise. The dull-witted student had finally gotten the hang of it. For a serious and responsible teacher, there was nothing happier than this. Her chubby face was filled with a joyful smile: "Mandra is an important component of most antidotes, but they are also very dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

Crabbe raised his hand almost as fast as he normally would to grab food.

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake can cause people to faint, and in serious cases, even die." He blurted out impatiently.

"Excellent, excellent!" Professor Sprout couldn't help but applaud. "It seems that you really prepared for your lessons well. Slytherin, add another ten points."

Crabbe was overjoyed. It was the first time in his life that he received praise from his teacher.

"If you don't mind, could you share your learning experience with everyone, dear Mr. Crabbe?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Well, this is actually all thanks to His Highness Louis." Crabbe was still a child after all, and he immediately exposed Louis: "His Highness shared many learning methods with us, and we benefited a lot... Look, for example, Gregory and I are roommates. When we have nothing to do, we always check each other's homework. For example, when I was washing up yesterday, he asked me about the function of Mandrake."

He paused for a moment to rest, then continued, "To be honest, I didn't remember the answer completely, so I strengthened it before going to bed and read it again while eating this morning. Only then can I answer your question fluently."

Crabbe's mentality has completely changed now. The teacher's affirmation has made him experience a feeling he has never experienced before, which is an enjoyment that slacking off and eating cannot bring him. He is now even beginning to like studying.

After all, no one wants to deduct points from the college, and everyone wants to add points to the college.

"I'll give you one more point for your honesty. It seems that Slytherin has really changed a lot under the management of Mr. Mountbatten... So, is your entire college like this?" Professor Sprout finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Should, maybe, almost...

Hufflepuff really is being left behind in every way.

Crabbe glanced at Louis anxiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him nod. He replied, "That's right, Professor Sprout." At the end, he added with a silly smile, "Learning is really an interesting thing."

This was a very ridiculous statement, and the entire Gryffindor house looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Think about it, there is a student in your class who has always been the last one in the class, playing with his phone in class, sleeping after class, and skipping evening self-study. Suddenly one day he said he loved studying, wearing glasses and holding a book to read in class, answering questions more actively than anyone else -

Think about it, do you have to think that a comet hit the earth to make it like this?
This is the mood of the Gryffindor students now, and there is a little more admiration in their eyes when they look at Louis.

Louis is truly a scorpion daddy - unique in his ability to carve a piece of rotten wood into this shape.

"Very good, Mr. Mountbatten." Sprout gave a thumbs up, and then she said to her classmates: "Look, our mandrakes are still very young."

She pointed to a row of dark flower pots, and everyone leaned forward to try to see more clearly. Professor Sprout asked everyone to take a pot back to their own seat, and gave everyone a pair of earmuffs.

"When I tell you to put them on, make sure you cover your ears tightly!" Professor Sprout said, "I'll give you two thumbs up when it's safe to take them off."

Everyone did as they were told, and Louis did not dare to be negligent and quickly put on his earmuffs.

The soundproofing effect of the earmuffs was particularly good. Louis immediately discovered that the sounds from outside were completely isolated. Watching Hermione and Ron from Gryffindor chatting across the street was as funny as watching a pantomime - because Hermione punched Ron's chest three times.

It looked like he had said something he shouldn't have and pissed Hermione off.

Professor Sprout put on a pair of earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves and plucked a handful of mandrakes.

A strange thing happened. The earmuffs with excellent sound insulation were completely useless at this time. An extremely subtle but very shrill scream instantly penetrated the earmuffs, piercing the eardrums and causing some pain.

The roots of mandrake are like babies, but they are dry, rough and not round at all.

Professor Sprout pulled a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the mandrake doll into it, and covered it with damp dark compost until only the clumps of leaves were visible. She patted the dirt off her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and took off her earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are still young plants, and hearing their cries is not fatal." She spoke calmly, as if she was watering a cactus instead of transplanting dangerous plants. "But it will make you unconscious for a few hours, and I don't think any of you want to miss the first day of school, so everyone must wear earmuffs when working. When it's time to pack up, I'll try to get your attention."

Ron whispered to Harry, "Oh, God, I hope it's Snape's Potions class later. I can deliberately hear the mandrake and miss it."

"You still have to learn what you need to learn, Ron." Harry disagreed with his good friend's point of view: "You can only hide once, but you can't escape forever."

"Okay, I'll try my best to study hard then." Ron was just saying it to make himself feel good. His best friend Harry studied so hard, so he felt embarrassed to show off.

The principle of Mencius' mother choosing her neighbors is still applicable everywhere. Some people are really like that. They are like the people around them.

At Sprout's signal, everyone put on their earmuffs again and prepared to start transplanting the mandrake. Louis pinched the leaves of the mandrake, took a deep breath, and pulled hard, pulling out the doll and the mud.

It is indeed very ugly when viewed from a close distance, and is not as pleasing to the eye as the ginseng fruit dolls in TV dramas.

The mandrake doll was screaming and struggling in Louis's hand. Louis looked a little reluctant. He secretly added an arc of electricity to his hand. The doll trembled, hurriedly broke free from Louis' hand, jumped into the basin, and stretched out something like a hand to point at its head.

Louis poured the compost into the flowerpot all at once, and the mandrake was very tactful and smoothed the compost tightly to almost the neck level, and then left the rest to Louis.

Very tactful, Louis thought.

It seems that growing mandrake is not that difficult.

When I turned around, I saw that Draco's finger was bitten by the mandrake.

Louis shook his head to show that he couldn't bear to watch.

You said you were nagging, why did you put your finger near someone's mouth...

Neville didn't faint like in the movie. He picked up the mandrake and put it back skillfully. He looked really skilled.

Louis even saw a faint orange halo on his body flashing as a hint.

"(Low-level talents blocked), Herbalism (15), Swordsmanship (18)"

Louis was shocked. Yes, isn't this the mission goal? It's time to develop a path suitable for Neville!
After finally making it to the end of the get out of class, the students from both colleges were all covered in dust and dirt, looking like yams just pulled out of the ground.

Sptlow looked at the Slytherin classmates walking away, and began to think carefully about the right person in his mind - who should take the lead in bringing new good news to the Hufflepuff students.

The curriculum is tight, the tasks are heavy, and the next class is extremely tightly scheduled - it is still a Transfiguration class with Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall was waiting in the classroom early, but to Louis' regret, Professor McGonagall did not turn into a cat.

Professor McGonagall had been looking stern ever since the students entered the classroom. Especially after Ron and Harry crushed the beetles they were given - the requirement of this class was to turn the beetles into buttons - Professor McGonagall's expression became even gloomier.

After scolding the two idiot brothers, there was another bang sound beside him. Louis saw that Professor McGonagall was obviously frightened and shivered. When he turned his head, he saw that it was Seamus who turned the beetle into a miniature bomb.

I have to say, this is actually a kind of talent.

After deducting two points from Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall felt that these students were more and more unbearable to look at, so she walked over to the Slytherin side.

As a result, every Slytherin student successfully and perfectly transformed the beetle into a button. Even Draco, who had never paid much attention in Transfiguration class, turned the button into something perfect - there was even a coiled golden snake on it.

Professor McGonagall was so happy that she gave Slytherin ten extra points on the spot as a recognition of their collective performance.

Monday’s classes were very tight. I had just finished lunch and had a short nap, and then I had the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Louis's resentment. He was an acting professor last semester, but this semester he was back to the days before liberation overnight.

uncomfortable.

Harry seemed unhappy because he was harassed by his junior Colin Creevey for a long time at noon.

He was a good-tempered man, and he was too embarrassed to say anything about Creevy's nagging.

Due to Lockhart's excessive narcissism, the book list he gave to his classmates was almost entirely his "works". Each student held seven books, which was really heavy for the little wizards - Lockhart's books were all hardcover editions with thick covers, and they were definitely not light.

After the whole class was seated, Lockhart came late. He cleared his throat to quiet everyone down, walked to Neville who was sitting in the first row, picked up the copy of "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand, showing the winking picture of himself on the cover.

"Me." He pointed at his own photo and blinked his eyes greasyly like himself in the photo. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, five-time winner of the Most Charming Smile Award from Witch Weekly. But I won't talk about that. I don't rely on a charming smile to drive away the Barron ghost!"

He stood there laughing and waiting for everyone to laugh with him, but only a few people responded to him.

Ron whispered to Harry, "But he's already talking about his shit."

"I see that you have all bought my complete set of works, which is great, but my sister Tifa will not come to Hogwarts until next week, so... I think we should do a small test today. Don't be afraid, just to see how much you have read and how much you have understood of Gilderoy Lockhart's works..."

He picked up a stack of test papers, distributed them to the students one by one, and then returned to the podium. "I'll give you thirty minutes," he said, "so... start now!"

Louis looked at the test paper, and sure enough, it contained all kinds of boring questions.

It was completely fan-oriented, asking about his favorite color, secret ambition, and greatest achievement, filling up three pages in total.

The last question is actually an essay question: When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday? What do you think is his ideal birthday present? Please try to explain your reasons.

Louis frowned. He already had a grudge against Lockhart and now he disliked him even more.

He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

When the Slytherin classmates saw his action, they all put down the test papers and the Slytherin-exclusive Silver Snake pens customized by Louis in unison. Everyone adopted an attitude of non-violent non-cooperation, some hugged their arms, and some leaned their arms on the table. In short, no one paid attention to Lockhart's test paper anymore.

(End of this chapter)