I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 Armstrong Cyclone Accelerator Jet Armstrong Cannon
Making snowmen is a long-standing sport, with a long history in both the East and the West.

Some people say that the Eastern custom of making snowmen was imported from the West. This is actually not true. There are poems as early as the Song Dynasty to prove this. It is said that people made snow lions to play with on snowy days. The only difference between Eastern and Western snowmen is whether or not carrots are used. This did not pose a problem for the young ladies from official families in the Song Dynasty. Without carrots, could they not use an agate hammer?
In his previous life, Louis went to Northeast China to study for a few years, so he had made many snowmen. Speaking of this, we have to talk about the wildness of students in Ice City. Because his sister in his previous life liked to watch Korean dramas, Louis' impression of snowball fights was always a romantic activity between a man and a woman, with each man throwing snowballs at the other.

Until he went to school in Ice City.

I still remember the first heavy snow in October that year, when he was called out by his roommates to play snowballs. The eldest roommate specifically told him to cover himself tightly, but Louis didn't take it seriously at the time, and happily went downstairs to make a snowball. As soon as he looked up, he saw three big men rushing over and lifting him up, swinging him around for a long time, and then throwing him into a half-meter-high snow pile.

What followed was the inhumane burial alive. Louis still feels a lingering fear every time he thinks of that time.

He looked like Scott in Zweig's works under the snow.

It should be said that the students at Hogwarts have not yet released their inner beasts, so they are still relatively elegant. At least everyone is making snowmen seriously.

As soon as they chose a place to build a snowman, Harry and Ron ran over to ask Louis if he had any good ideas.

Louis shrugged, looked at Catherine who was busy making a snow pile with her magic wand, and decided that he should make another one himself.

"I want to stack the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon," said Louis.

When the two kids heard this, they were shocked. Such a high-sounding name...

Louis rolled a long gun barrel and stuck it into the ground in almost an instant. After thinking about it, he felt that something seemed to be missing, so he placed two snowball shells on the side.

"Oh my God Louis, what are you doing!" Hermione's voice rang out.

When Louis looked over, he saw Hermione's face flushed with shame, with a look that said, "How could you do this? I must have misjudged you."

"Oh, this is the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon," Louis said seriously.

"This is clearly..." Hermione was anxious, pointing at Louis' masterpiece with one finger, her face flushed and she was speechless.

It's really too embarrassing to say that. It's too difficult.

"I still suggest that you keep your mind healthy, Hermione." Louis shrugged: "It's best for a teenage girl like you not to think about things all the time."

"But..." Hermione was still pointing at Louis' masterpiece. She was speechless because of Louis' teasing and stomped her little feet on the ground angrily.

Just when I didn't know what to say, Dumbledore's voice rang in my ears.

"Wow, young people are really energetic. When it snows, they will definitely make some snow sculptures."

"Principal, look at Louis's..." Hermione pointed at Louis' masterpiece and was about to complain, but she saw Dumbledore looking at Louis' masterpiece with a look of realization.

"Oh, isn't this the Armstrong Accelerated Rotating Jet Armstrong Cannon? It's so complete..." Dumbledore seemed to recall some history, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Thinking back to the time when the Ottoman Empire ordered craftsmen to build this cannon in order to break through the walls of Constantinople, the state of vitality and everything competing is still before our eyes..."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned. Why was this different from the script she had imagined?
The final glory of our Christian world was destroyed by such a vile thing?

"Oh, it's Professor Dumbledore." Louis greeted, "Professor, why didn't you go make snow sculptures, but came to my place for a stroll?"

"I've finished it... Ha, look over there." Dumbledore pointed to a tall snow sculpture in the distance.

Oh, you can see that it is Dumbledore, but he has transformed into a bee. The headmaster even gave himself a butt, painted with yellow and black patterns, with a wand inserted at the tip, probably to pretend to be a tail needle; there are also two tentacles installed on the head of the sculpture, which looks silly.

"Wow... so cool..." Hermione was immediately attracted by Dumbledore's sculpture.

Looking back at Louis' sculpture, the eyes have turned into tiny dots.

Looking at Louis with disdain, Hermione curled her lips and said, "Even if your sculpture is a cannon, it is too crude..."

"What do you know? What do you know? Ah? Cannons are the romance of men!" Louis looked dissatisfied. Isn't the sculpture of Dumbledore just a little taller, a little more delicate, a little more restored, and a little more realistic? How is my cannon inferior to his?

Headmaster Dumbledore walked away humming a little tune and continued to inspect the students' sculptures.

"Hey, stop rubbing." Louis said to Harry and Ron who were still rubbing the cannonballs, "I actually have a not very mature idea..."

"What idea?" they both asked curiously.

“How about…” Louis slapped his fist on his hand: “How about we install a bee’s butt behind the cannon!”

Hermione looked helpless and said, "Come on, Louis...you are stitching and plagiarizing Headmaster Dumbledore. This is not a mature idea at all, okay?"

But Ron and Harry actually responded excitedly, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Louis, you are smart."

"Haha... No, no..." Louis said, using magic to rub out a bee's butt and connected it to the back of the gun barrel.

"You...uh..." Hermione obviously didn't know what to say.

She looked up and saw Professor Snape approaching.

That's right! Professor Snape has always disliked students, especially in this situation, it is definitely the best time to deduct points! He will definitely take care of it and will not let Louis run wild in the abyss of sin...

Thinking of this, she greeted: "Professor Snape..."

"Oh my, isn't this the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon? It's so complete..." Professor Snape pulled the corner of his mouth expressionlessly and sighed.

"..." Hermione opened her mouth wide, a look of disbelief on her face.

She was beginning to doubt her life. Could this thing really be a cannon? Dumbledore liked to play around, but why was Professor Snape also like this?

"Professor, don't you think... the appearance of this cannon is very... very that?" Hermione finally asked the question in her mind.

Snape slowly turned his head and looked at Hermione with an extremely disgusted look, and said slowly: "I know that little witches of your age always like to fantasize because they have entered puberty, but I suggest that you keep a pure heart when dealing with art, and don't taint the pure and noble art in the world..."

Hermione was going crazy, ahhhhhh… was it really that I was impure?
Tired, destroy it.

"Professor, are you also participating in the sculpture activity?" Louis asked, looking up. "Of course, look, that doe over there." Although Snape had a blank expression and used an emotionless voice, the four of them could hear the boasting in his words.

I have to say that the Potion Master's sculpture skills are also excellent. The two does are so lifelike, whispering to each other as if they were talking in secret.

But why two ends?
Of course Louis knew it, but with his high emotional intelligence, he didn't even ask.

"Wow... I didn't expect the professor's sculpture skills are so high... These two does really look like they're alive..." Ron praised from the bottom of his heart.

"One point for your good eye, Mr. Weasley." Snape actually gave Gryffindor an extra point for the first time.

Then, Louis' words completely broke his defense.

"But they are dead after all." Everyone can smell the sour taste in Louis' words, too sour...

"Ten points deducted from Slytherin!" Snape's face turned dark, and he walked away slowly like a bat.

The three kids looked at the stunned Louis and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Hermione laughed the most exaggeratedly, with tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Honestly, Louis, I think you should... uh, um, change a sculpture instead of a cannon that could be easily misunderstood..." Hermione finally changed her mind, but still insisted on the point that it was "easy to be misunderstood".

"It's the Armstrong Cyclotron Jet Armstrong Cannon!" Louis corrected, "Don't try to slander my sacred sculptures. You know, every sculpture is as cute as a child in the eyes of the sculptor..."

Hermione looked at the sculpture and thought, your child is like this...

You want to say something obscene, right?

As he spoke, Louis installed a deer antler on the top of the cannon.

When it comes to suturing, we should always do it in a more comprehensive way, drawing on the strengths of many schools...

Hermione was too tired to complain, so she sighed and prepared to sit on the ground to think about what she would build.

The three men in front of him didn't look trustworthy at all.

"Hey, Hermione." A soft voice sounded in her ears. She turned around and saw it was Vitaly.

"Ah, Miss Hilliax..." Hermione replied quickly.

But Vitaly soon turned her attention to Louis's masterpiece.

"Isn't this the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon? It's so well made..." Vitaly exclaimed with a dazed look, looking at the cannon and then at Louis, her scarlet tongue constantly sliding across her upper lip.

Hermione was shocked once again. She no longer doubted whether there was such a thing as a cannon in history. What she doubted now was whether she was indeed mentally unhealthy...

"When the European war was going on, Germany once pulled out this cannon to bombard Paris... Under the leadership of General Gallieni, the conspiracy of the two Germans was finally crushed... Haha, France is really invincible!" Vitalie's tone was full of nostalgia for the glory of France.

"'Marshal, here I come.'" Louis rolled his eyes, trying to shatter Vitaly's dream with the title of a song.

Of course, there is a plot in this song, it is the national anthem of the Vichy regime, a personal ode to Philippe Pétain…

Yes, it is the national anthem after the surrender of France, which held out for a shorter time than a building in Grauman's.

"Woo QWQ..." Vitaly's defense was broken at once. She looked at Louis with resentment, without saying a word, but her eyes were full of accusation and resentment.

"I hope you don't forget the contributions of taxi drivers and don't always attribute the credit to one person." Louis continued, "Of course, if this is a characteristic of your country, I can understand..."

Vitaly suddenly wanted to tear down her own statue.

"So, what is the statue of Miss Hilliax?" Hermione quickly changed the subject. She was really afraid that Vitalie would get so angry that she would cry on the spot.

Vitaly snorted and pointed to the Louis statue not far away.

Wow, it should be said that he is the adult version of Louis. Judging from his body proportions, he should be at least 1.8 meters tall.

But this giant sculpture, Louis, is about four or five people tall. He wears a stand-up collar windbreaker and holds a lion-head cane. He looks like a gentleman who cannot be more gentlemanly. The expression on his face is like a fan-shaped chart, three parts doting, three parts disdain, and four parts indifference.

A typical female-oriented product.

"I say, didn't Miss Hilliax beautify Louis a little?" Hermione pouted, "According to the proportions of his body, Louis' legs are not that long, okay?"

"What do you know! Silly girl!" Louis snorted, crossing his arms and looking at the sculpture in front of him with admiration: "Not bad, not bad, this is exactly me when I grow up..."

The three of them all looked like they didn't know this person... Isn't this too narcissistic? Even if you say you are handsome, and you are indeed handsome, you can't brag about yourself, right?
"Hey, what are you guys talking about?"

"Oh, we were talking about Miss Hilliax's statue." Hermione looked back and saw Catherine, with Christasza who was eating snow meringues one bite at a time.

"Is this it?" Catherine pointed at the statue of Louis and said, then frowned at the antlers and the bee's butt: "Look at this Armstrong Cyclotron Jet Armstrong Cannon, and you have stitched it into this state... But the degree of completion is really high..."

Hermione was completely exhausted from complaining. She had now completely accepted the fact that it was indeed her heart that was dirty and she looked at Louis' masterpiece with tinted glasses.

"I remember my mother once told me that when the Ottoman Empire marched westward, it was this cannon that blasted open the walls of Vienna... If it weren't for the timely rescue of the Spear of God Winged Cavalry, I'm afraid Europe would have already..." Catherine suddenly stopped talking here.

"It's not this one...it's the Louis statue over there..." Hermione reminded in a low voice.

Catherine's expression changed suddenly. She squinted her eyes and looked at Vitalie, then followed the direction Hermione pointed and saw the tall statue of Louis.

"Hehe..." Catherine's laughter was filled with an ominous aura, which made the three little ones and Louis present feel a chill on their necks.

(End of this chapter)