I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 128: Louis

"There are also former members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Amelia Burns, yes, the aunt of Susan Burns from Hufflepuff." Louis scratched his chin and began to talk nonsense: "I have such a good relationship with Dumbledore, so what belongs to the headmaster is mine..."

He thought about it carefully, then smiled and said, "But there is nothing to dig into the members of the Order of the Phoenix. After all, Fudge is not a fool. He knows all the specific members of the Order of the Phoenix... The people we really need to work hard on are the people around Fudge. Let me ask Draco's father and see if he has any suitable candidates to recommend."

"As for the sand mixing... we've already mixed it in. The students who graduated from Hogwarts last year and went to work at the Ministry of Magic are all people we can unite with, as are the seniors from Slytherin." Louis tapped the table with his fingers as he spoke. "But we also have to be careful in our team. It's always better to be cautious. Don't let others mix sand and dig into our corners before we have time to make plans."

"It's worth our attention that many people's parents are not on the same page with us, but one thing is for sure, at least these second-grade students are of good family background." Louis said with a laugh: "Of course, we don't have to exclude them completely. If those students with problematic family backgrounds are willing to turn from evil to good, we will also open our doors to welcome them."

Catherine nodded: "In that case, I feel relieved." As she said that, she leaned over and kissed Louis, preparing to continue her adventure in the mirror world.

What’s more interesting is that Louis originally wanted to see if Catherine could act like a clown in front of the treasure chest monster, but what he didn’t expect was that Catherine was able to sense the danger in advance, and the fire snake condensed by Lihuo swallowed the treasure chest monster in one gulp, and the poor guy was turned into ashes by the fire snake before he could even scream.

Really miserable.

……

At noon, Ms. Rita Skeeter arrived at Hogwarts, followed by a male photographer who was as thin as a telephone pole.

Because the Daily Prophet was taken over by Louis, Dumbledore did not exclude them from entering the school now - no one would like reporters who made big news, but Dumbledore still had to consider that at least the Daily Prophet was theirs.

There is a saying that goes "It takes only one mouth to spread a rumor, but it takes a lot of effort to refute it." Dumbledore understood the meaning of this saying very well.

Ms. Skeeter was very methodical. After all, she had been a journalist for many years. She did not interview Louis directly, but asked the students and faculty for their opinions one by one. The first person she interviewed was Filch, who was also a Squib like Joseph Milda. Our administrator Comrade Filch was very excited. He spoke passionately about how nice and approachable Mountbatten was, and how much he cared about the survival of Squibs.

There is one thing Filch may be wrong about. Louis is not only approachable, he is also approachable.

If there was anyone who could empathize with the Squibs' plight the most, it was Filch.

In the past, when he was strolling around Louis at night, she would say a few words to him when she saw him, but now he would just pretend not to see him, or hold a lamp and ask Mrs. Norris to give him a ride.

After all, Master Louis’s lack of direction is not only known to everyone in the school, but it is at least spread by word of mouth.

Filch also knew that he was not good-looking, so in order not to offend Louis, he asked Mrs. Norris to do it.

As far as I'm concerned, Louis has never disliked Filch's appearance...

In Louis's opinion, when he gets along with others, he never cares what they look like, or whether they have money or not, or whether their status is higher than his. Anyway, few people can surpass him in any aspect, especially in terms of handsomeness.

Alas, it is indeed tiring to bear the undue handsomeness and wisdom at such a young age.

When Hermione was interviewed, she even shed tears of excitement. She danced and expressed her sympathy for the Squibs, but when the topic was about to turn to house-elves, Ms. Skeeter's attention had already turned to the next person.

Almost every student, influenced by the previous newspaper, inevitably developed sympathy for the Squibs.

But when Louis was interviewed, his words were different from anyone else's.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any sympathy for the Squibs." Louis' words caused an uproar among the classmates. All the students looked at him in confusion, wondering why Louis said that.

"In fact, I don't have that kind of so-called 'sympathy' condescending attitude. I just put myself in their shoes and think about what kind of state I would be in - so I came up with the idea of ​​changing all this. What I want to change is not the squibs, but the prejudice in people's hearts."

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, Ms. Skeeter." Louise said: "I'm going to say something that may not be so ZZ correct. I admit that everyone cannot be equal. Whether it's birth, money, or status, it all determines this."

"But I believe that each of us is equal in terms of personality... I sincerely hope that one day in the future, we will live in a world where people are judged not by their birth or status, but by the quality of their character."

In the end, Louis concluded: "I also hope that everyone, not only those present here, but also those who are reading the Daily Prophet, can abandon their prejudices. No one would choose to be a Squib. It is not their fault. What we can do is to treat our compatriots normally. Squibs are not freaks, but one of us. Their current situation is closely related to any one of us... I think that the unfair treatment of Squibs is a shame for us wizards."

The whole auditorium erupted in warm applause. All the female students screamed and shouted Louis' name, and the male students also gave Louis their applause enthusiastically.

The students at school did not think about it as much as the adult wizards, and most of them wholeheartedly agreed with what Louis said - our administrator Comrade Filch was even more enthusiastic, he clapped his hands wildly and seemed to have no intention of stopping at all.

Ron on the side looked at Filch with some worry. He was really afraid that Filch would break his arm if he exerted too much force.

But Filch didn't care. His admiration for His Highness Louis was beyond words. He was the hunk sent from heaven in the eyes of all the Squibs.

"Okay, okay, students, thank you all for your enthusiasm...our reporter still has to continue the interview." Louis also imitated Lockhart's blinking, but this action did not look greasy at all. Instead, it looked playful and innocent.

"Finally, I would like to ask Your Highness Mountbatten, what exactly do you think in your heart? In other words, what kind of creed do you believe in that enables you to have such a noble character and a noble soul?" Ms. Skeeter asked seriously, without any "entrustment" in it.

"Nec erubescere coram hominibus, nec timere Caelum." Louise smiled and answered Ms. Skeeter's question: "This is what a sage named 'Mencius' from my mother's hometown said. It roughly means that one should have a clear conscience towards both God and other people." Since Mencius' words were spoken to the British, they would definitely be most appropriate to translate them into a language that they could understand and not understand. The sentence "Look up to you and have a clear conscience towards God, and look down on you and have no blessings from others" instantly conquered the teachers and students present.

(The translation is from the Public Education Series published in Beijing in 1930. It is very accurate and can be used at will.)
"Well, Your Highness, could you please write it down for me?" Ms. Skeeter did not seem embarrassed. She handed the pen to Louis: "You know I am lacking in academic knowledge..."

"It's okay, Ms. Skeeter." Louise took Ms. Skeeter's shorthand pen with a chuckle. "My grandfather always said that feet have their shortcomings, but inches also have their strengths. Everyone has their own areas of expertise, right?"

"Yes, yes, your highness, you are right," Ms. Skeeter said repeatedly.

She wrote in her notebook: "This is the wisdom of the Mountbatten family, now generously shared by His Royal Highness Louis."

That evening, a new issue of the Daily Prophet was printed overtime and distributed to every wizard.

And the matter was not over yet. The next day, many Squibs gathered in front of the Ministry of Magic building. No matter they had jobs or not, they united together, holding banners and paper signs, and sat in front of the Ministry of Magic building. Some even lay on the ground and used their bodies to form the word "protest", which was quite similar to the momentum of Orgrimmar's display of corpses to punish the leader.

Fudge, sitting in his office, was furious.

"What are they trying to do! Huh? What are they doing? Are they forcing the emperor to abdicate?" He paced back and forth in front of his desk, waving his hands in anger. "Isn't it just a job? If you lose your job, you can just find another one... I think it's this Mountbatten who is causing trouble! And Dumbledore too!"

"The International Statute of Secrecy must not be violated!" said the pink toad Umbridge. "The Ministry of Magic is in a difficult situation too, but these Squibs don't understand the Ministry's difficulties and only care about their own interests. Once instigated by others, they come here to cause trouble and are used as guns. I think they are not ignorant, but deliberately causing trouble!"

"Your Excellency Minister." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Fudge suppressed his anger, sat on the stool and squeezed the acupuncture point between his eyes with his hands.

It was Arthur Weasley who walked through the door.

He held a thick stack of letters in his hand and walked quickly to Fudge's desk. "These are all wizards from the British wizarding world. Probably... they all came because of the Squib incident."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently, signaling Arthur to put down the letter and leave quickly.

There were some things he couldn't say in front of Arthur, that is, the Weasleys were not "our people", as he put it.

After Arthur left, Fudge flipped through the letters and picked them out, choosing a few from wizards he thought were still close to him. However, the contents of the letters made him break down again.

The feeling of being deserted and isolated suddenly came over him, and he felt like Bonaparte on the island of St. Helena.

"The situation is not optimistic. Public opinion does not seem to be in our hands." Fudge was a minister after all, and after venting his emotions, he quickly began to think of remedial measures.

He found himself as if he had fallen into Louis' trap. No, it couldn't be called a trap. It was more like he was led into the desert by Louis and then exposed to the scorching sun.

This is not Dumbledore's work at all. Dumbledore's methods are more like water, moistening things silently.

Louis's method was different. He laid everything out in the open. Whether it was opening a factory or helping the Squibs, he did not actually break the International Statute of Secrecy. At most, he could only say that he had "groundless charges". Fudge felt even more uncomfortable facing Louis. He knew that Louis was accusing himself of trying to enter the wizarding world, but he could not object directly - after all, he was truly helping the Squibs, not doing anything bad, and all his actions were aboveboard, which were published in the best-selling Daily Prophet.

This was also the most uncomfortable point for Fudge. He knew Louis's purpose and his overall plan, but now he sadly discovered that if he supported Louis, not only would he gain no benefits, but it would also help him develop power in the wizarding world. If he opposed him, he would be controlled by public opinion and be cursed by everyone.

However, for European and American politicians, face is the least valuable thing. As long as there are enough benefits, it doesn't matter even if their face is kicked on the ground a few times.

Fudge quickly thought of a way to stop the loss. He told Umbridge: "Dolores, prepare a statement and publish it in the Daily Prophet. Say that I was forced to shut down the Squibs' factory only because of pressure from the Wizengamot. Now I have decided not to do the wrong thing again. The British wizarding world belongs to British wizards. It is not something that can be dictated by a petty bureaucrat from the International Wizarding Association in Paris!"

As a qualified politician, he understood that not only in the Muggle world, but also in the wizarding world, there was a strong national sentiment. Except for the colonists, no one would like others to interfere in their country's internal affairs.

Fudge was very smart. He not only put the blame on the fictitious International Confederation of Wizards, but also stated that the "meddling" little bureaucrat was "from Paris."

Everyone on earth knows that the people the British dislike most are the French. At least this has been the case for nearly a thousand years since the two countries have been dealing with each other.

"Remember, the apology part must be sincere, and the latter part must first emphasize our helplessness, and then turn to declare that we will no longer listen to others' instructions. Do you understand?"

Fudge patiently explained the details to Umbridge. He was quite good at how to speak.

"Understood." After Umbridge carefully recorded everything in the notebook, she turned and left Fudge's office.

Building No. 6 where I live has been quarantined. I have been arguing about this matter all day, which proves that I have not been back.

Fortunately, I'm fine...but I don't have the energy to update more, sorry, I'll just update once for now.

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(End of this chapter)