I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 162: Everything is engraved into DNA
Hagrid's potion...or rather, Madam Pomfrey's potion was very effective. At least the four people's legs were not so itchy anymore.

The spider's hair is so hard that it is difficult to protect pants from it. Occasionally, a few of them will pass through the pants and prick the tender skin.

Not only Hermione, even Harry and Ron, who were wearing long pants, felt a little itchy from the spider hairs, but after all, it was through pants, so it was bearable and not as serious as Hermione's.

The good news is that the potions in the magical world are quite wild. They have immediate effects and additional functions, like clearing out spider toxins and the like.

Hagrid didn't keep them for long. After a few simple words, he let them go back to Hogwarts.

After thanking Hagrid, the three of them took Tifa back to Hogwarts Castle.

So, the scene that happened before happened.

……

"Well done." Louis nodded approvingly and said to the three, "In view of your outstanding performance, each of you will receive 200 credits as a reward."

The trio looked at each other and all felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Even Ron, who was full of resentment, forgot about the big spider in an instant.

"Yeah! Louis is great!!!" Ron said something to himself that could be misunderstood.

"Well, I think you three should go back and take a good bath and get some sleep," said Dumbledore. "Fighting spiders is always exhausting."

"We're fine." Hermione said immediately. Her inner desire wouldn't allow her to take a step back. She even grabbed Harry who wanted to leave.

After Hermione said this, Ron and Harry were no longer sleepy. They sat down on the chairs with their eyes wide open, looking at Tifa and Dumbledore with longing in their eyes.

Gossip is human nature, especially for children who are very curious.

Dumbledore and Louis looked at each other, neither of them wanted to be the bad guy who spoke first and dissuaded the three curious babies from going.

Never mind. It’s not a shameful secret anyway.

"You..." Dumbledore finally couldn't help but speak.

Hermione said immediately, "Don't worry, Professor. We are definitely not Hagrid!"

Politeness Hagrid: You?
But it is worth affirming that at least Hagrid's big mouth is well-known. After all, this straightforward person cannot hide any secrets.

Not only the students at Hogwarts knew this, but even the people in the Ministry of Magic knew it.

Dumbledore knew this, of course, but what he told Hagrid were things that could be told to others, or things he told him deliberately.

"Okay." Dumbledore looked at Hermione meaningfully, then reached out to fill a glass of iced lemonade and some snacks for each of the three.

Watching Dumbledore stuff the cockroach candy into his mouth, Louis suddenly remembered something important: "By the way, did you guys bring back some corpses of giant eight-eyed spiders?"

"No, what's wrong?" Hermione bit off a potato chip, making a crunching sound, and then remembered the sound of the eight-eyed giant spider communicating just now, and instantly put the potato chip aside.

Louis subconsciously pushed up his glasses and said enthusiastically, "Such excellent ingredients, why don't you bring them back? Really, I thought Hogwarts was going to add a new source of food..."

The three little ones looked at each other and were so shocked by Louis that they even forgot to chew the snacks in their mouths.

"Spiders... can we eat them?" The person who asked this question was Ron. Suffering from advanced arachnophobia, he simply couldn't accept this fact.

"Have you ever eaten crabs?" Louis asked seemingly out of the blue.

Ron nodded without hesitation: "Of course I have, I love crabs the most...but what does this have to do with crabs?"

"I can tell you responsibly that the Acromanthus not only looks like a crab, but also tastes basically the same - you know, if you break open the Acromanthus, you'll find that the structure inside is almost exactly the same as a crab." Louis looked nostalgic: "Especially the part with the spider silk sac under the belly, which tastes like jelly..."

Ron's face turned pale and he retched unconsciously. Harry and Hermione also looked unhappy.

"I need to remind you," Louis said with a serious look, "Spiders are not suitable for steaming. Compared to crabs, spider meat is greasier and will affect the taste if it gets wet. I personally think spiders are more suitable for roasting. And remember to remove all the hair from the Acromantula. Try to burn it with fire. After all, you don't want an itchy throat after eating it, right?"

"Of course, don't fry it. Spiders are rich in fat, and foreign fat will destroy the original taste of spider meat..."

At this point, even Hermione couldn't hold on any longer. She supported Ron, whose face was ashen, and repeatedly stopped him, "Don't... don't say anymore... I can't accept it..."

"Hey? Don't you like potato chips?" Louis smiled wickedly: "It seems that you like the crispy taste of potato chips, right?"

Hermione didn't know that Louis was hiding something behind his words, so she simply nodded and replied, "I do like the crispy texture."

"See, that's it." Louis spread his hands: "Scientifically speaking, humans like the crunchy taste because their ancestors consumed a large amount of arthropods, among which arachnids were the most consumed because they could not fly and were high in nutrition and calories. This pursuit of a crunchy taste is therefore engraved in human DNA..."

Don’t engrave everything into your DNA! Your DNA will cry, okay?

Hermione couldn't hold it in any longer. She thought of the spider's internal organs that had exploded all over Ron's body and vomited.

She looked at Lewis with resentment, and now she finally knew what it meant to know the heavens and the man who defied the heavens…

Dumbledore's face froze a little. Sometimes having too much imagination is not a good thing. However, he did not seem to think that this kind of food was outrageous. Instead, he looked a little yearning for it. After smacking his lips twice, he turned his gaze to Tifa: "Tell me, Miss Lockhart, what's going on?"

His attitude gave Louis an illusion - it looked like he wanted Tifa to explain her problem at the designated time and place.

But Tifa seemed a little absent-minded. She looked at Dumbledore in a trance and asked hesitantly, "Am I... in Hogwarts now?"

Seeing that her demeanor and eyes did not seem fake at all, Louis and Dumbledore looked at each other, both with puzzled expressions.

"Do you think this is the headmaster's office at Beauxbatons?" Louis asked in a sly tone, pointing his finger at Dumbledore: "Do you think he looks like Ms. Maxime?"

As soon as these words came out, Ron turned into a Hogwarts flower and sprayed the lemonade in his mouth far away.

He also had a rich imagination, and even thought of Dumbledore wearing the uniform of Beauxbatons' headmistress, Ms. Maxime...

"Uh, sorry, I don't remember a lot of things, or I only have some vague memories." Tifa rubbed her temple in distress.

Louis asked aloud: "From what I understand, you seem to be possessed by something...is it a demon?"

The three little ones' ears all stood up. Devil? What kind of melon is this?

Tifa thought about it carefully and shook her head again: "It doesn't seem so. The power gives me a neutral and peaceful feeling, which is totally not what a demon should be like... and I took the initiative to expel it. If it was a demon, I don't think I could do that."

"I think so." Dumbledore set the tone. "Hogwarts Castle is full of demon-repelling spells. Even if a demon possesses an ordinary person, it cannot enter Hogwarts unless it destroys the entire castle wall."

"If that's not a demon, then what could it be?" Louis knocked on the table, not quite understanding.

Tifa recalled for a while before she slowly said, "It was an angel... When I was still in the orphanage and not yet taken away by Gilderoy, I always believed in God. Later, when I just graduated a while ago, a holy voice kept telling me that it could help me, so that I could stop holding Gilderoy back and help him in his career..."

"I also forgot which day it was, I said yes to him... From then on, my memory started to become a little fuzzy. I seemed to have come to an ideal world, very happy, without any troubles, but suddenly one day I woke up from this dream, and I saw that I had killed Gilderoy uncontrollably... Oh my God... What on earth did I do..."

"Angel? How could an angel do such an evil thing?" Ron was still chewing, but that didn't stop him from being a qualified questioner.

Hermione said with a somewhat grim expression: "Ron, there are not only angels in this world, but also fallen angels..."

Dumbledore immediately raised his arm and drew some symbols in front of him. One after another, incomprehensible spells flashed in the air and were constantly injected into the walls of Hogwarts.

Then, a scratch appeared on his palm, and gradually a small ball of blood condensed on the top of his palm. Under the puzzled gazes of the onlookers who did not know the truth, the ball of blood flew into the wall.

"What are you doing, Headmaster?" Louis asked in confusion. "Oh, nothing, just a few inconspicuous angel-repelling spells." Dumbledore gently wiped the wound on his hand and said casually, "Miss Lockhart did not lie. The fallen angel left her body."

"So, Assistant Professor Tifa, do you know the real name of the fallen angel?" Hermione asked curiously, "If you know its real name, you can summon it. I have seen the method of summoning angels in the books in Hogwarts."

"First of all, angels may not respond to you; secondly, you are equivalent to a pagan. Are you trying to summon an enemy?" Louis said with disgust.

He was not wrong. After all, wizards and the church were enemies. The church burned many wizards during the Middle Ages...

As the backers of the church, it would be strange for the angels to be nice to wizards.

Tifa shook her head and denied it. "He once told me that his name is Raphael... I know that he is one of the seven archangels under the Lord's throne and the guardian of the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden..."

"That's even more impossible. Raphael can't do such a thing, let alone do it personally..." Louis shrugged: "Have you ever seen a leader do everything personally, especially seducing a human woman... Tsk, this kind of thing can only be done by Satan's tasteless fallen angels."

Hermione nodded, looking very understanding. "That makes sense. Fallen angels are still angels after all. They still retain the characteristics of angels. For example, they can only possess others with permission. And their moderate and peaceful power gives people a decent impression..."

"In this way, we can't use the same methods to deal with demons against them." Dumbledore nodded to set the tone and looked at Louis: "You have to learn Enochian, Louis."

"Huh? Enochian?" Louis was a little confused. Is it possible not to learn a new language?

Learning English was quite difficult back then...

It’s not that he is not good at learning new languages, he’s just been lazy lately and doesn’t really want to learn.

"Professor, I also want to learn Enochian." Hermione said quickly. She would never miss such an opportunity to learn.

Louis looked at her and wondered, are you the king of curling or am I the king of curling?

If you keep being so lazy, it won't be in line with the character of the King of Score, you bastard!
He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, I'll learn..."

The great Debussy once said that it is all knowledge, so learn it, there is no end to learning, it is too profound.

"There are only two known ways to restrict angels, namely holy fire and the angel repelling spell." Dumbledore shrugged, "Unfortunately, our magic is generally difficult to cause any effective damage to them."

"Then what's the point of learning magic?" Ron asked stupidly.

Hermione patted his head. "How could ordinary wizards encounter enemies like angels and fallen angels? The most dangerous enemies they can encounter in their lives are the Cornish elves..."

"That's true." Ron raised his eyebrows: "Learn Enochian, add me."

"Me too!" Harry said very enthusiastically.

Louis looked at the trio, who smiled warmly at him.

"We want to be useful, too." Harry chuckled, but Louis felt for the first time that he wasn't that stupid.

Of course, the word "stupid" here is not a derogatory term. Sometimes it is a lucky thing for a stupid person to have good fortune. Harry and Ron are like this - you see, the stupid Ron can marry Hermione, and the stupid Harry can become a real savior. It is not only due to their efforts, but also due to their blessings...

How many people pray for this kind of blessing but cannot get it.

Dumbledore interrupted the four little kids' touching each other. He looked at Tifa and asked, "Ms. Lockhart, I need to remind you that Gilderoy's death is closely related to you. Even if we accept the theory of fallen angel possession, the Ministry of Magic will not believe it."

Louis thought about it and it was true. After all, Fudge wouldn't even admit that Voldemort had returned, let alone let him admit that the fallen angels were causing trouble.

There is a high probability that he would turn a blind eye and pretend that the incident did not happen, and send the "culprit" Tifa to Azkaban.

"What happened to Gilderoy..." Tifa asked in a depressed tone.

Louis sighed, stood up and patted Tifa's soft shoulders: "My condolences, I brought back his body..."

Tifa raised her head and looked at Louis, ignoring her red and swollen eyes.

"Really... Oh, thank you, Mountbatten-san..." Tifa looked at Louis with expectation in her eyes.

Louis shook his head and said to Professor Dumbledore: "Professor, I suggest you open the window first."

Dumbledore did as he was told, and Louis released the Lockhart from the space.

Due to the circulation of air, the smell was not that strong, but the faint stench still almost made the three little ones vomit.

But someone had already vomited. It was Phineas in the portrait. He vomited all over the portrait. As a result, Principal Delis knocked him out with a club. Then, she and several other principals tied him to a chair.

When everyone looked closely, they saw a pile of black feces.

"I'm sorry, when I found Professor Lockhart, he had already become like this..." Louis looked at the heap in front of him with some reluctance to look at it.

Tifa let out a shrill scream. She grabbed her collar with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. Her legs went limp and she knelt on the ground.

"Gilderoy...Gilderoy..." Her tears fell down her cheeks to the ground, her expression was sad.

"What a tragedy..." Louis shook his head.

"Tragedy..." "Tragedy..." "Tragedy..." The three little ones shook their heads together. Even though they didn't have a very good impression of Lockhart, a feeling of sadness arose in their hearts.

This is the good nature of human beings.

"He is a great writer." Dumbledore concluded.

"A great writer." The four little guys repeated Dumbledore's conclusion.

Louis added: "His work will live forever."

"Eternal..." the three little ones repeated. Hermione's defense was broken. She sobbed softly and could not bear to look at Lockhart's remains anymore.

"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed.

"Alas..." the four of them repeated in unison.

Seeing that Tifa was about to get close to the poop, Dumbledore's expression tightened. He waved his hand and turned the toffee beside him into a life-size wooden carved coffin of Lockhart, and put the poop of Lockhart in it.

At the same time, Tifa also threw herself on the coffin.

"Gilderro...I am sorry for you, I have hurt you...How can I live without you..."

Tifa sobbed, her tears leaving wet marks on the face of the Lockhart sculpture.

"Ah..." Dumbledore wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. As he was hesitating, there was a knock on the door.

They are Professor McGonagall and the other four deans.

"What happened? Dumbledore?" It was Professor Flitwick who spoke first. He was squeezed in the crowd and couldn't see the situation clearly. He could only jump and ask: "I think I heard someone crying?"

"It was Gilderoy. He was eaten by the monster in the Chamber of Secrets." Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "You came at the right time. Assistant Teacher Tifa will be handed over to you. I have some things to deal with Hagrid."

After saying this, Dumbledore and his Fawkes turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the headmaster's office.

(End of this chapter)