I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 116: What is it like to train a group of young wizards?

"Humph, you lie every day. Who would believe your lies?"

Catherine snorted coldly to refute Louis, but the expression on her face was very happy, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be wiped down.

Louis knew her very well. No matter how angry she was, as long as he said a few soft words to her, she would soften her heart and would not have the heart to blame herself.

Besides, women like to hear nice things, so sometimes you don't have to tell them all the truths. If you just go along with her, it may seem like you lose something on the surface, but you can gain something else in other ways.

The law of conservation of mass and energy is an irrefutable truth, and it applies even to relationships between men and women - but the premise is that the other person loves you.

If you use this trick on someone who doesn't love you, be careful that nothing will be left but the bones.

Louis hurried over, put his arms around her and whispered a few sweet words to her.

Fragrant and soft, Louis has always been curious whether it is only Catherine who is like this or if all girls are like this.

Of course, he was just curious. At least for now, there was no other girl who caught his eye except Catherine.

"You say it nicely, but you don't really think that way." Catherine poked Louis' chest with her finger: "You, you only think about your classmates in your grade. Do you think you are the only ones who don't like that idiot's class..."

Just as George and Fred said, the greater the expectations before the class, the greater the disappointment after the class. But Catherine was okay. She hated people like Lockhart, so there was no gap and no feeling of disappointment.

She simply hated Lockhart.

"Of course I know, but you have to eat one bite at a time." Louis sniffed her hair and said softly, "Forgive me, Little Moon, for letting you suffer."

"I don't have anything to feel wronged about. It's you..." Catherine sighed, "But... I really never thought that someone could be so outstanding and excellent at your age."

As he spoke, his arms moved more tightly, as if he wanted to hold him tightly to prevent him from slipping away.

"I'm so tired of having to bear the handsomeness and wisdom that I shouldn't have at such a young age." Louis spread his hands.

"You idiot." Catherine gave him a coquettish look.

"How is Christasza? Is she still devoted to you?" Louis suddenly asked.

"Well, it's good. I am still very satisfied with her." Catherine first praised, and then patted Louis on the shoulder: "Don't scare her again. Oh my God, I don't know what the Cordala you are talking about is. After you mentioned Cordala that day, she cried in her sleep in the middle of the night..."

"You'd better not know. It's not a good thing." Louis shook his head, "As long as you are satisfied..."

"By the way, Vitaly..." They both spoke at almost the same time, and said together: "You go first."

The two looked at each other for a while and smiled at the same time.

"Okay, I'll go first." Louis said with a smile, then put on a serious face: "I always feel that this woman is not right, but... I can't tell what's wrong."

Catherine narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded slowly: "I understand. I will pay attention to this matter."

"What about you? What do you want to say?" Louis asked, while his other paw started to get restless and rub against each other.

"Well...it's nothing. You've said everything I wanted to say...ah...oh, well..."

Catherine answered in an almost nasal voice at the end.

The next morning, Louis got up early. Looking to the side, Jerry was sleeping soundly on Tom's body, and his small body even pressed a dent in Tom's cat fur.

I have to say, the carpet in his dormitory was quite warm. At least Jerry didn't use Tom's tail as a blanket today.

Louis stretched and prepared to get out of bed to wash up without disturbing the two funny guys.

When he arrived at the auditorium, he was surprised to find that all the second-grade students were sitting there. Some were chatting in low voices, some were eating, and some were reading.

Needless to say, the ones eating are Ron and Hufflepuff, and the ones reading are Hermione and Ravenclaw.

These two people more or less went to the wrong college.

The question is whether the Sorting Hat used a backdoor to sort them into Gryffindor.

The students from other grades looked at the second graders in horror, wondering why they all got up so early in unison.

After seeing Louis, everyone greeted him in unison, and some students even asked if the credits were true, fearing that the class representative had fooled them, which caused a burst of laughter.

Students from other grades only heard a few numbers, and the only key things they could grasp were class representatives and credits.

So they planned to wait until the evening to ask Professor Mountbatten what new benefits were provided in his class.

Time passed quickly, and after chatting for a while, it was almost seven o'clock. The second-grade students dropped what they were doing and started walking out of the castle.

Louis had been waiting there early. It should be said that he went out to look for a suitable place after dinner. Well... the flying class venue was very suitable for what they were going to do next.

That’s right, it was military training, the result of Louis’s thinking for several days.

Of course, he wasn't doing this randomly, he came prepared, and there were reasons for all this.

We don’t have many classes in the morning today, so we have plenty of time to be happy.

Louis took the students to the flying class venue, stood in front of them and began to lecture them.

"Okay, some people may not understand what we are going to do next, right?"

"You want to take us to have some fun, don't you?" said old London Seamus in a very authentic way.

"Let's talk about fun later. There will always be time to make everyone happy." Louis thought to himself, let's see if you can laugh later. "But what we need to do now is training."

"Of course, you also know my background." Louis Hehe laughed and began to talk nonsense: "Among the Muggle nobles, many people are willing to let their children receive higher and more advanced education."

"This kind of education will cultivate children's character, temperament, and abilities. Of course, I will not be selfish. I will bring this kind of high-quality education to Hogwarts."

Louis lied solemnly, but in fact, he had the final say on such matters.

He still has a small status in Daiying.

All the students held their breath.

No child could resist such temptation.

"However, I will also give you a chance to quit. I have to state in advance that this kind of education may be very tiring and painful, but what you gain is definitely proportional to what you put in."

Louis looked at the expressions of his classmates and began to warm up again: "Of course, you should also know the credit system that the class representatives conveyed yesterday... Is there anyone who doesn't know? It's not too late to say it now. I will definitely deal with these class representatives."

There was good-natured laughter among the classmates.

"It seems that everyone knows everything. This makes things easier." Louis said with a smile, "Since you know what credits mean to me, then... what I'm going to say next is that I will also give you extra points in future training."

"Then how do we get extra points?" It was Ron who was speaking. All he could think about was exchanging credits for gold Galleons to supplement his family income.

"That's a good question!" Louis praised, and continued, "I plan to count once every day when we gather, and add one point for everyone who shows up; count once when we disperse, and add one point for everyone who doesn't leave early; and count every seven days as full attendance, and add five points for everyone who is fully present!"

The crowd was silent at first, then burst into cheers.

They roughly calculated in their minds that one day was two credits, which added up to fourteen credits... plus an extra five credits per week, and a month of thirty days, that was eighty credits... if converted into Galleons, that would be one hundred and sixty Galleons! You know, the Law Enforcement Department once published a recruitment advertisement for strikers in the Daily Prophet - the initial salary was only seven hundred Galleons per month.

Moreover, this is a high-risk job that is active on the front line of crime, so the salary must be higher than the normal level.

Perhaps thirty-eight gold Galleons a week may not sound like a lot, but let's convert it into familiar currency and think about it from another perspective. When you were in the first grade of junior high school, a classmate asked you to study with him, and you could get a high salary of more than 2,000 yuan a week. What does this mean?
Sorry, I can learn until the end of time.

"But," Louis changed the subject, saying something unpleasant after being happy: "If you want credits, you must first stick to my training."

"Professor! Just go ahead and train! I, Seamus Finnigan, will fight you!" Seamus said gritting his teeth, perhaps he was blinded by the high salary of over two thousand dollars a week.

The students were in high spirits and said they would persevere no matter how hard it was. Even the wealthy Slytherin pure-blood families expressed their support.

However, the reason why Slytherin expressed his opinion was not because of money, but simply because of Louis' personal charm.

Alas, this youth has nowhere to go.

Under the petition of his classmates, Louis started their devilish training journey.

Of course...it can also be called "military training."

However, Louis only trained their formations simply, mainly to get them running and exercising. Only with a strong physique can they better fight against the dark wizards. If they are weak, they will probably feel dry mouth and sore limbs after dodging two spells.

As for why they had to go through so much trouble to conduct military training just to give them some exercise, it could only be said to be Louis' personal interest.

It's not that he advocates it so much, but... he thinks it looks much better if they run in an orderly manner than a group of wild dogs that have broken free from their bridles.

Look, if you don’t believe me, go back to your high school and ask your principal if he thinks the same way…

Everyone followed Louis' instructions and gathered from tallest to shortest. There were about fifty or sixty people, so after much deliberation, they decided to form a square.

Two rows for boys and two rows for girls - of course, a rectangle is also a square.

Looking at the formation of this group of military training novices, Louis suddenly felt it was a bit eye-catching.

It was so uneven that the team was actually arranged in a skewing manner, and Neville even stuck out from the team.

If the instructor in the previous life saw this kind of formation, he would probably faint from anger.

But it was understandable that it was the first time to line up. Louis stood straight in front of the line, as tall and unyielding as a pine tree. He said loudly and unconsciously: "Now, let me teach you an action, which is to stand at attention."

"What is standing at attention? Watch carefully. I will demonstrate it to you. First, your heels should be close together and aligned, and your toes should be apart about 60 degrees." As he spoke, he repeated the movements trying to make the students see clearly.

"Secondly, straighten your legs, slightly pull in your abdomen, and naturally lift your chest; keep your upper body upright and slightly lean forward, keep your shoulders level and slightly stretched back, let your arms hang naturally, put your fingers together and bend them naturally, with the tip of your thumb touching the second section of your index finger, and your middle finger touching the seam of your pants.

"Keep your head straight, neck straight, mouth closed, jaw slightly retracted, eyes looking straight ahead..."

"Watch out... stand at attention!"

Louis shouted slogans and demonstrated the standard standing posture for everyone.

Of course... this kind of queue training method is not unique to Serbia. In fact, every slogan is also used in other countries. For example, "Stand at attention" is "Attention" in English, which is probably the same as Serbia in shouting slogans with elongated tones.

That’s why Louis was able to make the transition seamless.

"Okay, I've finished the demonstration, it's your turn now." Louis' expression became serious and he shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to my command, everyone - stand at attention!"

The students straightened their bodies while recalling Louis' actions just now.

Louis looked at the students in front of him, waved his hand and summoned his staff that looked like a civilized stick, walked to the side of the square formation and began to lecture them one by one.

"Potter... well, I didn't expect you to be so good. Pull your chest back like an old hen..." Louis's mouth was vicious. He was not fighting alone now. With the bonus of the sharp tongue of the military training instructor and Catherine's influence all day, he exerted 200% of his usual fighting power.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, look at you, are your feet pointed apart?" Louis poked his feet with his staff: "Your feet are pointed outwards, tsk... Why don't you change even when I tell you to? Why are you grinning at me? Your mouth is open like a lotus, did you eat bee shit?"

The smile on Ron's face disappeared in an instant. At this moment, he seemed to see Snape spitting venom.

He superimposed Louis' face and Snape's figure in his mind, and shuddered and shook his head.

No, no, this is too much... Ron thought as he changed his posture according to Louis' request.

Seeing Louis turn around and walk to the next person, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This damn feeling of oppression...

(End of this chapter)