I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 The end of the semester
Louis had to use all his persuasion to finally make Ye Ziyan happy.

After learning about the role of the Fire Keeper, the two's attitudes took a 180-degree turn, once again making Louis realize that women are chameleons.

Only Christasa was not very happy, as she felt that her status in the family had been reduced.

The final exams were also proceeding in a tense and exciting manner. After the last Potions class, it was Louis' turn for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Yes, the examination subject is practical.

Unlike the original plan, Louis originally intended to let them brave the underground cemetery of Casas, but the mirror world suddenly updated new features.

Everyone can choose to fight against their own copy, or choose someone else's copy.

It is impossible to get hurt, it is absolutely impossible in the mirror world, Louis's products are still guaranteed,

This was really fun, as the exam location was changed directly from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to the auditorium, and students from all grades came to watch the fun.

After all, life is so difficult, who doesn’t want to have some fun?

This exam was a bit like a variety show in later generations. There was a large screen behind the rostrum. The judges were sitting in the guest seats on the side. Below were the students waiting for their turn to take the exam and other grades watching the fun.

There were still many parents who had nothing to do, so Louis even let the system secretly record the battle scenes and send them to those parents who didn't come to watch the fun.

Well... Harry doesn't need to send it, just leave a copy for Sirius to enjoy.

Harry: I...

It was still arranged in alphabetical order by last name, but this time the name was called by Snape instead of Professor McGonagall.

It was only after Louis had persuaded him that Snape accepted it with an awkward look on his face.

"Hannah Abbott!" Snape's voice was high but still greasy, with his eyes half open, looking at the parchment roster in his hand.

Hannah stumbled as she stood up and nearly fell.

The onlookers burst into laughter, but it was not with good intentions, but outright gloating.

Hogwarts is like this. It is not the pure land that everyone imagines. School bullying still exists objectively.

Hannah held the blacksmith hammer tightly in her hand, turned around and glared at the onlookers. Her fierce eyes made them tremble in their hearts.

Of course, it may not be a problem of eyesight, but mainly because Hannah's blacksmith hammer does not look like a good thing to deal with.

After turning behind the screen and entering the mirror world, Hannah was a little confused about the options in front of her.

Option one is to fight against yourself, option two is to randomly select a classmate, and option three is to face three Red-Eyed Lothric Knights at the same time.

Hannah thought about it and chose three red-eyed Lothric knights.

The race started counting down. At 3:21, Hannah first trapped two knights with obstacles, and then swung the blacksmith's hammer at the last knight who rushed towards her. With a loud muffled sound, she smashed the Lothric knight's helmet and head flat.

For Hannah the blacksmith, the battle is so plain and boring.

When she came out, everyone fell silent wherever she looked.

Those who had laughed at her didn't even dare to raise their heads, for fear of being remembered by Hannah.

Dumbledore was the first to raise his sign and gave a perfect score; the three head deans also readily gave full marks, only Snape reluctantly pulled a face, glanced at Louis, and gave Hannah a perfect score of ninety-nine.

It is somewhat related to personal grudges.

The classmates also gave their own scores, most of which were between 100 and 99. Only a few Slytherin classmates who were jealous of others gave 90 points.

Shameless, but not completely shameless, this is Louis' evaluation of his own academy. He shook his head and raised his hand to give it a perfect score.

If Wanfang is guilty, the fault lies with Wanfang. What does it have to do with me?

After a while, it was Hermione's turn, and she was the first one to choose to fight her own copy.

On the big screen, two identical Hermiones were looking at each other, but they were easy to tell apart. One of the Hermiones had a blue face, a bit like the illusion of the Clone Axe in Dota.

Louis still doesn't know the principle behind the blue illusion.

This was an extremely exciting battle. Both sides were evenly matched. From Transfiguration to various small curses, to Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione performed them all with ease. Even Catherine whispered that it was good.

You have to know that she has always been the kind of person who is very arrogant. It is really a dream to expect her to praise others.

This should be the first welding competition in Hogwarts. If Hermione's skills were compared with those of Big Brother decades ago, she would have to be rated as a model worker.

After a wonderful duel, the clone Hermione was petrified by the real Hermione, and then shattered into dust.

It's not that people of the same family are alike, it's that this is a replica of Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship a few years later.

This time even the harsh Slytherin reluctantly gave her full marks.

……

The exam lasted a total of one and a half days, and after the results were announced, the semester was considered over.

Louis was in a cubicle with Ye Ziyan and Catherine. Just as they chatted about astronomy, they were called away by Harry.

Magic was allowed in the car, and these were the last few hours when they could legally use magic.

"Want to try something exciting?" Fred pulled out a few small packages of cylinders from his pocket.

"What is this?" Harry looked over curiously and recognized it immediately: "Ah! It's the Filipa Fireworks!"

Hermione looked at the fireworks in the twins' hands with some reluctance: "I think, uh, it should be dangerous to play with these in such a sealed place..."

"Oh, this is different from the gunpowder fireworks in our Muggle world." Harry explained with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't cause any harm to us, nor will it harm the train."

As they spoke, Fred and George looked at each other and threw the fireworks in their hands - at Louis.

The Filiba fireworks exploded in front of him, like a miniature fireworks display, and the small fireworks looked very cute. Hermione also put down her fear and began to like these little gadgets.

"Where can I buy these things?" she asked. "Uh, well, I plan to buy some to play with at home. After all, my parents haven't seen them yet."

It wasn't that she wanted to play with it herself; Hermione really wanted to show her parents some of the new and exciting things in the wizarding world.

"Give me an address, and I'll mail it to you when I get home." George stretched out his hand and said, "I think I can also come to your house in person. After all, our little baby Ronnie will definitely miss you during the summer vacation..."

This sentence made Ron blush, but Hermione said generously: "Of course I welcome you to come to my house to play. Come to think of it, Mom and Dad like your family very much too."

As she spoke, Hermione tore off a piece of parchment from her notebook and wrote her address on it.

"It's settled then." George took the parchment and patted Ron seriously, but Ron raised his shoulders in resistance.

"Our little Ron is shy." George laughed happily. Teasing Ron was the twins' daily fun. Gradually, the Hogwarts Express slowed down. Everyone knew that they were about to arrive at King's Cross Station.

Before docking, Harry pulled out his quill and a piece of parchment and scribbled a few words before turning to Ron and Hermione.

"Here's the phone number," he said to Ron, tearing the parchment in two and handing one to each of them. "Last summer I told your father how to use the phone. He'll understand. Don't forget to call me at the Dursleys, okay? It makes my head buzz every time I think about having no one to talk to but Dudley for two whole months."

As they were talking, they had already gotten out of the car.

"If your uncle and aunt heard about your results this year, they would be proud of you, wouldn't they?" Hermione looked at Harry meaningfully - Harry was actually ranked second, only one point less than her.

This inevitably made her feel a sense of crisis.

Louis did not take the exam, so he was not included in the ranking. His current treatment is almost the same as that of a professor, except that he does not receive a salary...

Oh, by the way, he was also teased by Professor McGonagall that he was like the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, who brought his own dry food to give as a benefit to the professors.

Harry was immediately annoyed when he heard what Hermione said: "Proud? Are you confused? If they are proud of my achievements, then I will eat...eat while standing on my head!"

Harry wanted to say snow-eater, but...he held back the vulgarity.

"I don't believe it. All parents in the world do things for the good of their children." As they spoke, they had already passed through the magic wall.

Since Christasa was carrying the luggage, Louis walked very quickly and kept following them.

"Then why don't you make a bet? Harry said that if he loses he will eat by standing upside down, so what about you, Hermione?" Louis began to fan the flames.

"Humph, then I'll eat upside down too!" Hermione looked at Louis angrily, seeming dissatisfied with his meddling.

As he spoke, he saw the Dursley family of three not far away.

Harry looked at them and before they could say anything, he saw Uncle Vernon staggering towards him, waving his hand: "Harry! Harry, oh, my dear nephew..."

It sounds so corny.

"How are you? Are you having an okay time at school?" Uncle Vernon put his arm around Harry's thin shoulders. The strong body odor made him roll his eyes a little.

"It's OK, it's OK," Harry replied.

Uncle Vernon didn't rush to answer because he saw Louis next to Harry.

"Your Highness." He quickly let go of Harry and saluted.

Harry gasped for breath. He felt as if he had been sandwiched by Uncle Vernon for a whole century. For the first time in his life, he felt how wonderful fresh air was.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley." Louis nodded politely and patted Harry's shoulder: "Harry got second place in the school. I thought you might celebrate today."

Uncle Vernon's face showed a look of shock, which was soon replaced by ecstasy. He picked up Harry again and turned to Aunt Petunia and Dudley and said, "Harry got second place! Oh my God, I'm so proud of him!"

Petunia also had a happy look on her face, and seemed to be truly happy for Harry from the bottom of her heart.

"It would be great if Lily were here." Aunt Petunia looked straight at Harry and blurted out this sentence without any reason.

In Louis's opinion, she actually still has deep feelings for Lily. As for the attitude towards Harry, that is a matter of other aspects. It is better not to use the standards of moral saints to demand ordinary people.

Harry, on the other hand, had an expression as if he had eaten a fly. He was stunned for a long while and even subconsciously ignored Uncle Vernon's body odor.

He automatically turned to look at Louis and Hermione, and the two of them lip-synced together.

“Eat while standing on your head.”

Harry is not feeling well...

……

Since Solanlian was on a business trip to the Eagle Sauce Ministry of Magic, there was no one at home, so Catherine decided to go back with Louis first.

When I got home, grandpa was fishing in the garden.

Yes, fishing in the garden. Because of some unpleasant things in the past few years, my aunt has always forbidden my grandfather to approach various lakes and things like that. But as a navy man, my grandfather has a natural affinity for water, so he built an artificial lake in the garden.

Well, it’s not a pool, it’s an artificial lake…

"Grandpa, I'm back." Louis greeted.

Grandpa looked back and the fishing rod in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"What strange thing did you eat?" This was grandpa's first words.

"Huh?" Louis obviously didn't react.

Catherine walked over and helped her grandfather pick up the fishing rod and handed it to him.

Grandpa looked Louis up and down, took the fishing rod from Catherine and looked at Ye Ziyan.

"Alright, kid, you have the style of your grandfather."

Louis thought to himself, I can't be like you...

Grandpa just didn’t know what Louis was thinking, otherwise he would have beaten him up with a fishing rod.

This bastard is so filial.

"Uncle..." Ye Ziyan bowed politely, but she didn't sound very confident.

Come to think of it, as a good friend of someone's mother, I ended up seducing her child. It's a bit hard to get over it no matter how I think about it.

The old man was also amused. He laughed for a while and pointed at Ye Ziyan: "You, if Emma knew, she would probably laugh at you."

"Uncle!" Ye Ziyan refused to accept this.

"Still call me uncle?" The old man glanced at her with his eyes squinting.

Ye Ziyan's face instantly turned red, and after a long while she said hesitantly, "Grandpa..."

"Hey, that's good." Grandpa was very happy. He looked at Louis and said earnestly: "Okay, the responsibility of continuing the Mountbatten family is now handed over to you. Don't let Grandpa down."

The old man's eyes were also full of meaning.

Louis was so thick-skinned that he almost couldn't hold it anymore. He laughed dryly and quickly took the two girls to the mansion.

The room was naturally his room, and the bed was big enough for three people to sleep together. Ye Ziyan was still a little shy, and she said hesitantly that she wanted to go out and find a room alone, but Catherine held her back.

"You've fallen into the devil's den, Aunt Liv." Catherine smiled wickedly.

(End of this chapter)