I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 23 Dumbledore’s Commission

However... he was able to use the 8th level Divine Sword without Shadow right from the start, which was beyond Louis's expectation.

He only knew that he had a strong talent in black magic, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous. He couldn't help but have a cruel idea in his mind.

Do you want to... learn the Unforgivable Curses?

This idea was soon dispelled.

……

As soon as the two men who had finished practicing the spell stepped out of the door of the Room of Requirement, they saw Dumbledore standing at the door with his sleeves rolled up, as if waiting for them.

"Professor." The two people greeted in unison.

"It's great to be young." Dumbledore sighed with a leisurely look, "But it seems a little too early for you to be involved in love at your age."

Catherine's face suddenly turned red, and her eyes wandered to the side. Louis didn't think anything was wrong, he asked directly: "So... Professor, you are still not asleep at this time, if you are not awakened by suffocation, then... you must be awakened by suffocation."

Good guy, what about this?
Dumbledore choked, coughed twice, and then said, "It's rare to find young people as hardworking as you two. It would be great if all the classmates were like you two."

"From the looks of you, you must have come here not just to talk about life with us two, but for something else." Louis tried to cut in to Old Deng in the middle.

Dumbledore reached into Louis' pocket and took out a piece of lemon snowman, slowly peeled off the sugar coating, and put the candy into his mouth. Feeling the sweet lemon aroma, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and after a while, he slowly said: "Louis, there is something I need you to help me, an incompetent headmaster, think of a solution."

Louis: ?

"It's like this. I've always wanted to get my classmates to be passionate about their studies, but the effect isn't very obvious. So I wanted to ask you, who studied in the Muggle world, if you have any good ideas?" Dumbledore blinked, "I understand that studying requires a proper balance between work and rest, but our classmates seem to be too relaxed."

"You should have told me earlier. I thought it was something else." Louis smiled: "I have a lot of solutions here."

He had done a lot of curling in his previous life, and it was obvious that he had become a good doctor after curling for a long time.

"It's settled then." Dumbledore put on a playful smile again.

"I hope you don't regret it." Louis said quietly.

Dumbledore looked up and thought, but was interrupted by footsteps: "Well, it seems that Mr. Filch is here. I think you two may have some troubles. Good night~"

After saying this, Dumbledore slipped away in a very disloyal manner.

Louis patted the blushing senior's shoulder and reminded her, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, Filch is coming up..."

……

Louis decided to give Old Dumbledore a hard time.

Harry was indeed very obedient. He remembered Louis' instructions and studied hard for Potions last night. During breakfast, Louis even checked his preparation for the class, and the result was quite good.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Draco today. His little face is twisted and I don’t know who he’s having a fight with.

After dinner, it was time for Potions class. This was a long class that lasted a full hour. Everyone sat in the gloomy classroom for a long time before Snape finally arrived.

He walked with the wind, and his black cape was lifted up by his walking movements, like a black bat staggering on the ground. Standing next to the podium, he scanned the classroom twice, picked up the roster and began to call the roll.

When he pointed to Harry, he paused.

He drawled in a low voice, "Oh, yes - Harry Potter, this is our new... famous man."

Harry looked at Snape neither humbly nor arrogantly, thinking about what Louis had told him.

"Professor Snape hates people looking around the most. You'd better open your eyes and look at him carefully."

His eyes were as dark as his hair, cold and empty, Harry thought.

"This course does not require you to wave your wand foolishly. You come here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of preparing potions." His voice was not loud, as if he spoke with a nasal sound, and his speech speed was slow: "I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering pot with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not truly understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the kind of magical power that makes people excited and confused... I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-"

At this point, he changed his tone: "But there must be one condition, that is, you are not the kind of idiots I often meet." After finishing the classic opening remarks, the whole class was silent. Louis glanced at Harry to the left, and seeing that Harry was also secretly looking at him, he gave him an encouraging look without leaving a trace.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly called out, and Louis saw Harry shuddering in fear. "What will I get if I add powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion?"

"A powerful sleeping pill, professor, a dose of life and death."

Snape curled the corners of his mouth, walked to Harry's side, stared into his eyes without blinking, and a smile appeared on his face, but he quickly retracted it - because he saw Harry's face, and his expression immediately turned into disgust.

Why does a pair of beautiful eyes have a face?
Harry didn't see Snape's micro-expression, but just stared into his dark and deep eyes.

"So, Potter ... if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

"In the cow's stomach, Professor." Harry answered quickly. These were the key points that Louis had drawn for him. It was a piece of cake.

Secretly grateful to Louis, he thought that he must treat his good friend to two chocolate frogs or something.

"Well, well... Potter, what is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum chamaejasme?"

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, but no one could read any information from his expressionless face.

"Aconitum chamaejasme and Aconitum naqua are the same plant, also known as Aconitum, Professor."

Harry's self-confidence also improved. Louis had asked him these questions today. He had a relaxed and confident smile on his face, and his emerald green eyes blinked at Snape.

Snape was stunned. He remembered the same pair of eyes. The owner of those eyes was also so relaxed and confident in Potions class, and always looked at him with a slight smile.

That was his lost youth.

"It seems... sometimes fame is not without reason." Snape forced an ugly smile: "Five points for Gryffindor."

At this moment, the little lions of Gryffindor cheered like a nest of explosions, and even Harry's smile when he looked at Snape was sincere. On the other hand, the Slytherins were all in disbelief, and Draco even whispered to Louis whether Professor Snape was someone else pretending to be Professor Snape.

"Silence!" Snape said expressionlessly, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrupting the order of the class!"

Harry's smile was choked back immediately.

"It seems not." Draco raised his eyebrows again. He was happy to see Gryffindor in trouble.

After all, the Snake House and the Lion House are naturally incompatible, and Louis is an outlier among the outliers.

After interrogating Potter, Snape explained twice how to make the scabies potion, and then divided the students into groups of two to let them experiment. Harry's group was unlucky, and was next to Neville and Seamus - these two people can be described as a dragon and a phoenix, one is a ruthless person who can make a big pot leak, and the other is a genius in explosions.

But Harry didn't know and just smiled heartlessly. In fact, even if he knew, with his kind character, he wouldn't despise them.

Louis was grouped with Crabbe. Seeing that Crabbe looked stupid and didn't seem like he could make a good potion, Louis decided to let him do some rough work, such as grinding fang powder.

Snape dragged his long robe around, spitting venom wantonly. With the Half-Blood Prince's Notes in hand, Louis was not afraid at all, and easily prepared a pot of perfect scabies potion.

Looking at the blue potion in Louis' pot, Snape nodded with satisfaction: "Very good potion, Slytherin - five points."

Before he finished speaking, Potter shouted loudly: "Neville! No! Don't add porcupine quills!"

The whole classroom looked at Harry, who quickly snatched the porcupine quills from Neville's hand with a look of relief on his face: "Neville, make sure to remove the pot from the fire before adding the porcupine quills, otherwise the potion will corrode it!"

Louis had already walked him through the process of making the scabies potion during dinner this morning.

"Potter is right." Snape's sinister voice sounded behind Neville: "Mr. Longbottom, it seems that you should put a little more into your brain that is comparable to that of a troll, even just a little bit..."

"As for you, Miss... (English custom is Miss first, surname or given name second)... Mr. Potter." Snape looked at Harry, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes: "You were able to remind your classmates in time and avoid the possibility of him going to the hospital wing - three points for Gryffindor."

Harry's mother's last name was Evans, before she married James.

(End of this chapter)