I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 144 Let's See Who Is the Real Evil Genius

The three little ones had a good appetite. Louis saw them eating as if they were fighting for their life. He didn't know if it was the side effect of the polyjuice decoction. Anyway, their gluttonous appetite made everyone stare at them in a daze for a long time.

Percy and the other three were still wondering, who was it us or you who entered the mirror world for adventure today? Why did our appetite seem to be worse than yours?
Ron, the big glutton, was still as gluttonous as ever. He ate with both hands, holding a fork of pasta in one hand and a big hamburger in the other, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

After they finally finished eating, it was almost six o'clock. Everyone sat on the sofa to digest the food and gave them some advice.

Most of them were bad ideas, so Louis didn't suggest them to adopt them... But the most important thing now was to dispel the tension in the hearts of the three little ones. Just chat casually.

Hermione had her own ideas about how to trick Lockhart.

Some people always say that Hermione should go to Ravenclaw. In fact, Hermione is very smart, but the courage to charge forward and the temper that cannot be pulled back by eight horses make her like a stubborn lion.

So Hermione inadvertently changed the topic to the adventure in the mirror world.

Although Hermione is young, she is quite good at making strategies. Louis thinks that if this little girl were put in the future, she would at least be at the level of Xia Yike or MISS.

Under the surprised and admiring gazes of the three seniors, Hermione shared many little tips about the mirror world - such as how to fight against treasure chest monsters alone, the weaknesses of the Lothric Knights, and how to deal with Bordeaux's charge. Hermione has her own set of little experiences.

She wasn't just talking nonsense. Three senior classmates verified her adventures in the mirror world with their own and found that the strategy she gave was surprisingly correct, especially the method of how to fight the treasure chest monster alone, which was definitely the best solution.

Penelope even said sincerely that Hermione might have been sorted into the wrong house by the Sorting Hat. With her intelligence, she should have gone to Ravenclaw.

This angered the other four Gryffindors, and amid the four-fold condemnation, Penelope had to give up her own point of view.

"Okay, it's almost time." Louis saw the clock hand pointed to eight o'clock, and he quickly said, "It's time to go to detention, classmates."

The three little ones stood up, not too resistant this time - especially Hermione. Penelope's Polyjuice Potion had a lemon scent, and she liked this faint fragrance very much.

The other two weren't so lucky, but they were better than Crabbe and Goyle's. Percy's Polyjuice Potion tasted like sunflowers, while Jack's tasted a bit like coffee.

After some reorganization like plasticine, the three little ones became three big ones.

"By the way, Jack." Harry said. Only then did he remember what happened when he met Hagrid today. "I met Hagrid this afternoon. He said your parents missed you very much. They were sent to Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic and can't come back to see you for a while. You didn't respond to the letter they wrote to you, so they asked Hagrid to come and apologize to you..."

"Yeah." Brother Jie nodded and said nothing, looking rather perfunctory.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he just shrugged and followed the other two people out of Louis' office, along the corridor on the third floor, towards Lockhart's office.

Standing at Lockhart's door, Harry and Ron were pushing and shoving each other, neither of them wanting to be the first to knock on the door. Hermione couldn't bear it, so she reached out to separate the two and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened immediately, and Lockhart's expression was gloomy at first, but then he looked at the three students in front of him with a smile.

"Ah, here comes our Helen and her two little warriors." Lockhart said with a smile on his face, "Come in, three students, come in."

The three of them walked into Lockhart's office and looked around. There were countless frames of Lockhart's photos hanging on the wall, which were illuminated by many candles. Some of them even had his autograph, and on his desk, there was also a large stack of photos.

"I'm sorry, I'm writing back to my fans." Lockhart put his index finger on his chin, raised his eyes in thought, and soon came up with a new idea: "Of course, today... your task is to write envelopes for my fans' letters."

From Lockhart's tone, it seemed as if he had given them a huge benefit.

Lockhart took up a letter, held it before him, and flicked it with his other hand. "The first is to Lady Gladys, God bless her—oh, one of my great admirers."

Ron looked at the Lockhart photo frames around him somewhat unnaturally - you can imagine, hundreds of moving photos, all of which were of Lockhart staring straight at them, how embarrassing it would be...

Not only Ron, but even Hermione felt goose bumps waltzing wildly on her arms.

The three of them had no choice but to follow Lockhart and write a reply. Lockhart's office was completely different from Louis's - in Louis's office, two hours passed as fast as one or two minutes; in Lockhart's office, Ron felt as if a century had passed, but when he looked at the clock next to him, the hands on it pointed to ten past eight.

The theory of relativity in Defense Against the Dark Arts belongs to this.

As the three of them wrote on the envelopes, they listened to Lockhart talking incessantly, only occasionally answering with "oh", "um", or "yes" to avoid appearing too rude.

Of course, most of the answers were from Harry.

Finally, Hermione couldn't help but ask first: "Professor, you are knowledgeable, do you know what the identity of the 'Slytherin heir' who attacked others in school is?"

"The heir of Slytherin..." Lockhart's eyes flashed with a hint of unnaturalness, but he hid it well. He laughed and said, "Alas, how could the great Professor Lockhart not know such a secret? Listen carefully - this is an ancient and mysterious secret..."

"How mysterious is it?" Ron was immediately intrigued.

"Very mysterious." Lockhart winked at Ron and said to him with a smile, "Of course, I only know a little about this kind of thing. After all, I'm just an adventurer and a best-selling novelist, not a professor of the history of magic. You should ask Professor Binns about this kind of thing."

"Even you don't know?" Hermione pretended to be unbelieving. Lockhart smiled greasyly, looked at Hermione, shook his head and said, "Penelope, Penelope, even Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't dare to say that he knows everything. I know I can't compare to Dumbledore, and of course I can't understand everything in the world, just like I said just now... I'm just an adventurer and a best-selling novelist."

"Then what do you think?" Hermione began to lead the way: "I always thought that Louis, your rival, should be the heir of Slytherin."

"Oh, don't say that." Lockhart stopped Hermione from talking: "Penelope, Louis is a worthy opponent - he is not a pure-blood wizard, how could he be the heir of Slytherin?"

Hermione was puzzled. Professor, you and Louis are supposed to be sworn enemies. Shouldn't you seize the opportunity to throw dirty water on him?
She turned her eyes to Harry, expecting him to say something next.

But Harry was rubbing his sore hands while writing Veronica Smythly's address. He felt that this was even the thousandth envelope he had written tonight.

The time is almost up... Please hurry up... He thought painfully, I really don't want to continue writing envelopes...

I was praying to Merlin when I suddenly felt Hermione step on my foot.

When he looked up again, he saw Hermione's fierce expression.

The meaning is clearly "Why are you so honest and actually wrote it down? Ask me some questions quickly."

Harry finally reacted and asked stutteringly, "Then... Professor, what about Malfoy? The Malfoy from the second year. I think he may be the heir of Slytherin..."

"Malfoy? Oh, no, it's impossible." Lockhart denied it repeatedly. He put the quill in his hand back into the ink bottle and said seriously, "It's unlikely that the Malfoy family is like this. I would rather believe that the heir of Slytherin is Harry Potter than that he can be Malfoy."

Hearing his name, Harry's heart tightened and he quickly asked, "So, do you think it's that Harry Potter?"

"I didn't say that." Lockhart picked up the quill again and said with a smile: "Instead of sitting here and making boring guesses, you might as well write a few more letters to my fans."

Hermione immediately responded, "In fact, I think that Potter is unlikely to be the heir of Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is so repulsive to Muggle-born wizards - but don't forget that Granger next to Potter is a Muggle-born."

Hearing Hermione's name, Lockhart perked up: "Miss Granger, I remember her. She was the only one who remembered my dream in the test before school started, which was to eliminate evil from the world and to promote my own brand of shampoo."

There was a flash of reminiscence and regret in his eyes, as if he felt sorry for missing out on such a fangirl student.

"So what do you think of Miss Granger? Or, what is your attitude towards Muggle-born classmates?" Hermione finally revealed her trump card for this trip.

She thought that logically, if Lockhart was really controlled by the heir of Slytherin, or if he was the heir himself, he would never show any affection for his Muggle-born classmates.

"Miss Granger is the smartest little witch of her age that I have ever seen, there is no doubt about that." Lockhart chuckled and replied, and in the surprised looks of the three of them, he said with a smile: "I think that our wizarding world is too old-fashioned, and there should be more Muggle-born wizards to enrich the wizarding world, so that more people can read my works, right?"

The angle of this answer was something Hermione had not expected. She was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile, "That's right. A writer like Professor, of course, hopes that as many people as possible can read your works."

"This is the wish of every writer, not just me." Lockhart smiled happily until the door opened and Tifa walked in from outside.

Tifa frowned slightly when she saw the three of them, and asked with a hint of condescension in her tone: "What are they doing?"

"Oh...the three of them had a fight in class today." Lockhart replied rather humbly, "You didn't come to class today because of something else, so you might not know. So I asked them to come to my place for detention after class."

"Fighting in class, what a restless youth." Tifa chuckled as she looked at the three children in front of her, curling her lips: "Let me guess, it's because of this classmate Clearwater, right?"

The two boys nodded nervously. Tifa was putting too much pressure on them.

"You two... well, I never thought that Percy Weasley, who has always been a model student, would do such a thing." Tifa smiled gently, took out two candies from her pocket and handed them to the two boys, "Have some candy, you must be tired after writing all night, it's all Gilderoy's fault, he actually dragged you to do such a thing." At this point, she glared at Lockhart in a reproachful manner: "Don't let your classmates help you write letters under the pretext of detention in the future, this is not a good behavior, Gilderoy."

"Got it." Lockhart replied somewhat embarrassedly.

"Okay, can you tell me what you were talking about just now? It sounded very pleasant." Tifa smiled lightly and happily, and her warm smile made the three little ones feel like spring breeze.

For a moment, Louis was no longer popular in their eyes. The amiable Miss Tifa was their favorite, right?
"We were just discussing who would be the heir to Slytherin," said the quick-talking Ron. "All the candidates we mentioned were rejected by Professor Lockhart."

Tifa was stunned and frowned slightly.

Then she relaxed her brows, still with that warm smile, and said to Ron in a soft and gentle voice: "It's not a good habit to make random guesses. After all, we don't have enough evidence, right?"

"The teaching assistant is right." Ron chuckled, looking like the stupid son of a landlord. Only Hermione remained true to herself and was not fooled by Tifa's appearance.

She also did not forget to help Louis get some additional intelligence.

"Well... Professor, there are some things about the duel before Christmas. I heard that Professor Mountbatten has given a lot of special training to the second-year students. Many people call him the 'evil genius' in the teaching world..."

From an invisible angle, Tifa's eyes showed a slightly bloodthirsty light. She raised her head, put on that calm smile again, and said to the three of them: "Then let them see who is the real evil genius."

(End of this chapter)