I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 13 Eating sugar helps secrete dopamine
"Ah... then... then why didn't you say it earlier." Samir immediately changed his expression: "I knew that the hat wouldn't be wrong. An outstanding wizard like you must be a pure-blood..." At this point, seeing Louis' half-smile, Samir's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his words: "If it's you, even if you are a Muggle, you must be outstanding!"

"Okay, stop licking." Louis smiled lightly: "Within three days, write a 500-word self-criticism. You, your group of followers, and Marcus will hand it over to me... Do you understand?"

"Okay... okay... okay..." Samir agreed repeatedly, but after thinking for a while, he still plucked up the courage to ask: "Um... Mr. Mountbatten, what is self-review?"

"I have no obligation to tell you. You just need to know that if I'm not happy, some things won't end well." Louis tapped his shoulder with his wand, leaving Samir with an embarrassed look on his face and turned away.

Samir stood there in a daze for a while, and was awakened by a sharp pain in his abdomen. He quickly called his followers and ran to the medical wing.

Neither he nor his followers had the heart to resist Louis - just as someone in the crowd ahead said that many adult wizards found it difficult to cast the Shield Charm, a first-year student could cast the Shield Charm silently, which was as bizarre as a first-year elementary school student being able to do advanced math problems with ease.

Imagine that you are facing a classmate who can solve second grade math problems. You might still want to compete with him, but when facing that kind of freak... the best answer is to regard him as a god.

That's actually it.

What's more, Louis comes from a pure-blood family whose parents graduated from Durmstrang. The little snakes in Slytherin all know that pure-blood families have secret spells, and Durmstrang... has always had a bad reputation, and no one wants all kinds of unknown evil curses to roam on themselves.

Why didn't he say he was pureblood from the beginning? Come on, he was a duke after all, and he had a system that enabled him to do so. It would be too embarrassing for him to admit his mistake. Besides, even if he said it, no one would believe him. Now that he was stronger than the head of the academy, his classmates would naturally think, "He's so strong, there's no need to lie to us."

But this is not a problem that Louis is worried about. Now that he has dealt with the complicated relationships between his classmates, he just wants to return to the Room of Requirement and practice spells happily.

After wandering around for more than an hour, Louis finally climbed to the eighth floor.

But an unexpected figure blocked his way.

"Ah... Headmaster Dumbledore, good evening." Louis felt a little guilty, after all, he was on a night tour.

"It's great to be young." Dumbledore winked at him mischievously. "When I was your age, I also liked to stay up late and wander around."

Louis said hesitantly, “Well, now… you don’t look like you’re the same age as me.”

Dumbledore choked.

He pulled a bunch of cockroaches out of his pocket and shook them at Louis: "Would you like to try it? This is Honeydukes' new product. Although it looks like cockroaches, it's actually delicious - very sweet."

As he said this, he pulled a cockroach's leg and threw it into his mouth. For a moment, Louis felt that he should not be called Old Bee, but Old White-fronted Tall Spider.

"Then your symptoms are likely diabetes." Louis said with certainty: "You should stop eating sweets immediately and go to the hospital for a thorough physical examination."

Dumbledore almost choked on his cockroach candy when he heard this.

"Thank you for your concern, Louis—may I call you that?"

"Of course, Mr. Headmaster." "I prefer people to call me Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore produced a paper bag from somewhere, which contained a bunch of candies. "I have also read the works of Muggles. Scientifically speaking, eating sweets helps secrete dopamine and makes you happier."

Isn't it a bit unprofessional for a wizard like you to study science, my dear headmaster?
"I always feel bad after a small dispute with my classmates. Here, if you don't mind the kindness of an old man." He stuffed the bag of candy into Louis' arms, raised his arm, moved his five fingers gently, and said with a playful smile: "Good night."

Without giving Louis any chance to refuse, Dumbledore walked back to his headmaster's office.

Louis shook his head, not understanding what Dumbledore meant. He didn't bother to think about it, and walked straight into the door of the Room of Requirement.

Anyway, this school has no secrets for the headmaster Dumbledore, and Louis doesn't intend to avoid him.

He stood at the door, reached into the paper bag and took out a candy. Looking at it in the moonlight, he saw the words "Sherbet lemon" written on it.

It's Lemon Sherbet.

In the past, many translators mistakenly translated it as "iced lemonade"... Yes, that's the password to the Hogwarts principal's office. It should actually be "lemon snow treasure". In many languages, such as the Portuguese version and the Danish version, it was translated as lemonade. This can't be entirely attributed to Seris's translation.

When someone is with you in the same problem, the problem is not so big. Of course, this is not to whitewash, but rather to…wash away the dust?
He peeled off the sugar coating and threw the candy into his mouth, and the lemon taste spread in his mouth.

It tastes a little bit sour, but more sweet. Louis likes this feeling very much. He was even surprised to find that it was actually a soft candy with a filling. When the candy melted to the middle, the sweet and sour filling sizzled in his mouth. The feeling was very wonderful, a bit like holding a piece of popping candy, but without such a strong popping feeling. In short, it tasted great.

He put the paper bag down and planned to practice magic for a while, and then eat it with glacier water when his mana returned.

Drinking water all the time really makes your mouth taste bland.

No matter what Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to do, it helped him a lot. After all, he never thought of eating something with water in the past month.

After practicing for a while, I felt that it was a bit boring. Unlike the Armor Spell, after practicing the Disarming Spell to level three, you can no longer gain proficiency from the training dummy.

"Really? The Slytherin seniors are too weak." Louis played with the wand in his hand and muttered to himself, "Harry and the others are not strong enough. They can't find anyone to practice spells with..."

I was just feeling emo when I suddenly heard a clear shout in my ears.

"Expelliarmus!"

Louis almost subconsciously cast an armor spell in the direction of the sound.

* "You gained 50 points of Armor Spell proficiency."

Louis was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. When he saw the face of the owner of the voice clearly, he was shocked.

(End of this chapter)