I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 117: New Classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts
Seamus stood there and laughed non-stop. Louis walked over and poked him with his wand: "What are you laughing at? You look so happy, why don't you share it with everyone?"

Seamus wanted to continue laughing, but when he saw Louis's expression, he felt something was wrong, so he bit his lip to try to hold back his laughter, but it kept leaking out.

It's really hard for him to hold it in like this...

"Okay, it's time to stop, Mr. Finnigan." Louis poked him again, and after being poked a few times, Seamus couldn't hold it back anymore. He held his stomach and started laughing wildly, unable to stop.

"Since you like to laugh so much, then keep laughing." Louis waved his wand and brought him out with a levitation spell and put him in front of the queue.

Simo was still laughing, but he couldn't laugh anymore after a while. Come to think of it, if you were singled out and asked to laugh in front of a group of people, most people wouldn't be able to laugh unless they were professionally trained.

"Why aren't you smiling?" Louis asked.

"I can't laugh anymore..." Seamus answered honestly.

"If you want to say it, report to the instructor! I can't laugh anymore!" Louis yelled in a very Eagle-like way of training Ma Run.

"Report to the instructor! I can't laugh anymore!" Seamus repeated.

"I can't hear you! The sound is too quiet!"

"Report to the instructor! I can't laugh anymore!" Simo shouted at the top of his voice.

"Good! Very energetic!" Louis patted his shoulder: "Return to the team! Next time, I will make you laugh for a whole day."

"Sir! Night!" Seamus straightened his body and shouted, then obediently returned to the queue.

Louis nodded with satisfaction and walked over to continue checking everyone's standing at attention.

"I only talked about Ron and not you, didn't I, Miss Granger?" Louis poked Hermione's shoes with his wand again: "Look at the way you stand with your feet turned inward. I thought you were a JK who lived a good life."

Hermione quickly retracted her pigeon-toed feet and adjusted her posture.

"Hold your chest high, raise your head, and tighten your stomach." Louis tapped three parts of Hermione's body with his wand. "Yes, yes, that's right. This is how it should be. Only then will you look like a brave and fearless Gryffindor!"

"Oh, and you, Mr. Malfoy." Louis saw Draco in front of Hermione and patted his chest with his wand: "The same chicken breast as Mr. Potter, right? Take it easy."

Draco quickly retracted his little chest. He had thought his posture was standard and he would be praised, but in the end, he looked the same as Pott.

too difficult.

In this way, after five consecutive days of hard work, the students finally mastered some basic knowledge of queues, such as standing at attention, looking to the right, turning left and right, marching in step, and running.

Of course, what Louis needed was for them to learn to run and walk in formation.

That’s right, it’s Hengzhong’s running drill.

"Professor, why do we ultimately have to learn how to run and walk?" It was still Seamus Finnigan who asked the question.

He's almost become a problem teenager.

After learning that this was the ultimate goal of this training, everyone was a little uninterested - based on the big eyes that were opened on the zombies last school year, everyone thought that Louis could do something fancy this time, and at the very least he would learn some powerful magic, but the result - that's it?
"To train your bodies, of course," Louis replied.

"Why, professor? We are wizards. Do we have to compete with others in physical combat?" This time it was Hannah who asked.

"Oh, Miss Ai Bo, you are wrong." Louis laughed and said, "Everyday running is to train your endurance... Think about it, when you are fighting against the dark wizard, you dodge a few spells and lose because of lack of physical strength. Isn't it a pity?"

"The dark wizard will not give you any chance. It is very likely... that will be your last battle."

"Also, endurance is very important when being chased by magical animals. Don't look down on your physique. How can a wizard without a good physique be a qualified wizard?"

Gandalf: Yes, a wizard who can’t swing a two-handed sword is worthy of being called a wizard?
Everyone was thoughtful, and quite a few young wizards were convinced by Louis.

"In addition, since everyone has already mastered the various subjects of training, so... this training has come to an end, and you don't have to get up early every morning." As soon as Louis finished speaking, everyone burst into cheers.

“However, after class at nine o’clock every day, everyone has to gather here and run around Hogwarts twice, understand?” Louis’ words silenced their cheers completely, and all he got in response were a few perfunctory “yeahs”.

Seeing that no one was interested, he continued, "Well, I assure you that this afternoon's course is exciting enough... As for the specific content, it will be kept secret for the time being, but I need a few volunteers to complete this exciting course with me. Is there anyone willing?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally only the Iron Triangle and Draco raised their hands out of courtesy. Draco even gave a polite military salute.

After all, everyone has been treated so badly these days, so it is understandable that they dare not raise their hands.

"Well, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger and... Mr. Malfoy, this afternoon, the four of you will be the most handsome guys in the whole class!" Louis clapped his hands: "Dismissed."

The students scattered like birds and beasts.

Louis looked at them and shrugged helplessly.

During the lunch break at noon, Louis entered the high wall of Lothric in the other dimension alone to be on the safe side, and even let a zombie cut him with his eyes closed.

There is indeed no sense of pain, but there is a mechanism like a blood bar. Generally speaking, after being hit by zombies four to five times, you will be teleported out.

Fortunately, it’s relatively safe.

Only after he tried the knife himself did Louis dare to let his classmates try it.

Otherwise, if something really happens, he won't be able to take the responsibility.

Since the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was occupied by Lockhart, Louis thought about it and decided to take his classmates to the Room of Requirement for class.

"Professor, what are you bringing us to the eighth floor for? Are you taking us on a day trip to the principal's office?" Justin Finch-Fletchley asked. He was as calm as an old dog and not panicked at all.

After all, Louis couldn't cram all the students into the principal's office, and no one had made any mistakes.

Amid the puzzled gazes of his classmates, Louis slowly recited to himself, "I want a classroom," and paced back and forth three times in front of the painting of the troll beating Barnabas with a stick.

A magical thing happened. A large, smooth iron door slowly appeared on the wall.

Louis waved his wand to open the door, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic or be surprised, welcome to our new classroom for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" A classroom full of modern atmosphere appeared in front of everyone - after all, Louis was in control of this room, and with the help of the system, it was not too outrageous to be able to do some new things.

It can also be understood that the supplier is the system.

Of course, the overall style is not much different, and the students sit more casually. Louis looked around and estimated that this large classroom would have no problem seating all the students in the school.

After all, the number of students in this school is less than that in his first year of high school.

Tom and Jerry were still his assistants. The two funny guys grunted and carried up the Mirror of Erised and placed it next to the largest mirror on the podium.

Louis flicked his wand and connected the Mirror of Erised to the huge mirror.

A strange thing happened. The mirror, like an 8K high-definition TV, slowly showed the image of the high walls of Lothric.

"Cool!" the students shouted in unison.

"Honestly, I wasn't sad when you tacitly said you didn't want to be volunteers." Louis leaned his elbows on the podium, looking very relaxed. He said leisurely, "You will be envious of me later. So... are you ready, our volunteer: Harry Potter!"

Harry stood up and his classmates applauded loudly, as if they were bidding farewell to a brave warrior. Of course, Slytherin was definitely not included in such enthusiastic applause, after all, Mr. Savior and Slytherin were incompatible.

"Ron Weasley!"

Ron's treatment was obviously not as good as Mr. Savior's, but his Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classmates still gave him warm applause.

"Hermione Granger!"

Miss Beaver, who was always unpopular, received only sparse applause. Her face was flushed, and even the small freckles on her cheeks were almost covered by the red color.

"And...tsk, Draco Malfoy!"

Slytherin House still gave Malfoy face, and the cheers were deafening. After all, he was Lord Viper among the snake spirits, and he should still be shown due respect.

By the way, the snake spirit is developing very smoothly in Slytherin and has almost covered half of the students.

"Okay, please stand up, yes, yes, come to the podium." Louis called to the four people.

The four little guys walked up anxiously, not knowing what kind of work Professor Louis was going to give them.

"Okay, don't be nervous." Louis said, "In a moment... well, you will go on an adventure to another world. Of course, it is a very dangerous world, full of dangers, and you may die at any time."

The faces of the four people fell at once, and Ron stammered, "Professor, can we not go?"

"I'm sorry, I can't..." Louis spread his hands.

Ron turned his head, looking terrified and crying, "Harry..."

"Look at how cowardly you are... Don't worry, any damage you suffer in there will not hurt you, let alone kill you..." Louis said gently: "You just need to treat it as a dream. When you are hurt, this dream will automatically wake up. Do you understand what I mean?"

Harry heaved a sigh of relief and said with a silly smile, "Oh, I understand, Professor. It's just a dream. I'm really good at this... I've beaten Dudley countless times in my dreams."

Louis: …

I didn’t expect you have the potential to be an Ah Q?
"If you want to understand it this way, there's nothing wrong with that." Louis shrugged and turned to the other students and said, "Of course, all the fun is not just theirs, you have a share too."

Everyone's heart tightened.

"Relax, students." Louis pointed to the huge mirror behind him and said, "Do you see this mirror?"

The students nodded one after another. They were not blind...of course they could see.

Louis continued to explain to the students: "When these four warriors enter the other world... well, the dream world for adventure, their adventures will appear in real time on this mirror, and you, my dear students, will see the details of their adventures."

"Professor, is this just like watching a movie?" Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was of Muggle origin, immediately understood what was going on. Instead of being nervous, he was a little excited.

This kind of fun doesn't always happen! People prefer to watch others suffer misfortune rather than suffer misfortune themselves.

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Finch-Fletchley." Louis thought about how to explain it to the pure wizards. After thinking for a long time, he said, "It's like a stage play. You will know what's going on after watching it."

He waved, and Tom and Jerry came over pushing their carts.

"Since this class is relatively free for other students, Professor Ben has paid out of his own pocket to order snacks for everyone so that everyone can have a good experience while watching the movie." Louis asked Tom and Jerry to put four carts that had been used with the Traceless Extension Charm on the side of the four colleges: "Everyone can choose their favorite snacks."

The students were very excited; this was a new and novel experience they had never had before.

There was a sudden vibration at the back wall of the classroom, and a faint sound of swallowing was heard.

Louis saw it immediately, but he didn't say anything.

Hehe... Professor Dumbledore who wants to take a peek... Just enjoy the feeling of wanting something but not being able to eat it.

But he still underestimated Professor Dumbledore's shamelessness. After a struggle between himself and himself, he removed the Disillusionment Spell and revealed his true form.

"Principal...Principal..." The students felt a little uneasy when they saw Dumbledore.

Who knows if Louis will be punished by the principal for teaching like this?
But they obviously overestimated Dumbledore. He could tolerate a slacker like Quirrell and a fool like Lockhart, so what else could he not tolerate?

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pressed twice, then smiled kindly and said, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I just came to see how Louis's class is going."

"And then you showed your feet because you were greedy, right?" Louis teased.

"You have to be considerate of an old man's stomach. He can't help himself when it comes to the food he likes." Dumbledore said, pulling out a liquorice wand from the cart, looking around, and sitting down next to Seamus.

Fortunately, Simo was a carefree person and didn't care at all about who was next to him. He even stretched out his arm and pulled out a large bunch of snacks, ready to enjoy them slowly.

This kind of fun doesn't come around all the time, Seamus thought, as he picked up a cauldron cake.

(End of this chapter)