I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 25 The so-called genius

"Yes, Your Highness." The two agreed without hesitation.

Louis tapped his fingers on the armrest next to the sofa: "Make a list first and give it to me tonight at the latest."

"Yes."

In the dormitory, Draco was lying on the bed kicking his legs occasionally, and when he saw Louis coming in, he quickly got up to greet him. Louis did not answer, but just stared at him and sneered.

We have to settle the account from yesterday.

"What's wrong, Louis?" Draco was a little uneasy. The smile of his roommate in front of him was too weird.

"What a great job yesterday."

Louis imitated Snape's slow tone, and the effect was really good. Draco's little face suddenly became bitter.

"Ah?" Draco was shocked.jpg.

"Yesterday in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... you were very active." Louis chuckled and drew out his wand under Draco's horrified gaze: "Let me think, front teeth like a stick, burning hot or grinning, which one do you want better?"

"If it's possible..." Draco swallowed hard, "I don't want to choose any of them."

"Then you have to give me a reasonable reason." Louis sat opposite Draco, playing with his wand leisurely.

Draco swallowed like Jerry Mouse and asked fearfully, "Then...then you can ask me to do anything, just don't cast a curse on me, please..."

Draco is super cowardly.

"Really anything?" Louis raised his eyebrows.

"All right!" Draco looked as if he was ready to sacrifice himself.

"Okay." Louis patted Draco's thigh, "We need to draft some new regulations for the academy. From now on... Slytherin's first years will be in your charge."

"Me?" Draco was stunned, then ecstatic: "Ah...what did I think it was? It turned out to be this matter. Don't worry, Louis."

“This may seem easy, but don’t mess it up.” Louis stood up and patted him on the shoulder: “Don’t let me down… Let’s go and have dinner.”

"Okay." Draco agreed happily.

Today was another day of self-discipline for Louis. He knocked on the plate and the house-elves brought him a special nutritious meal. This was a special treatment for Master Mountbatten, and this was how Aslo explained to Professor McGonagall.

Very justified.

Harry and Ron were not in the hall today. No one knew where the two boys went to fool around. I guess they were celebrating the extra points they got in Potions class today.

Louis only saw the shaggy-haired Hermione eating toast in small bites, and she really looked like a little beaver when eating.

I have to say that although Catherine's words are a bit venomous, her descriptions of things are really sharp...

"Good afternoon, Louis." Miss Beaver sat next to Louis with her plate. A trace of disgust flashed across Draco's face, but he dared not say anything. After all, this was Louis' friend. He could hate Hermione, but he had to give Louis face.

"Good afternoon, Hermione," Louise greeted warmly and kindly, folding her napkin diagonally and placing it on her lap.

After finishing his appearance elegantly and calmly, he saw Hermione's tangled little face and couldn't help but asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, sorry, I just..." Hermione blushed and shook her hands wildly: "I was just thinking about how to ask you..."

To ease Hermione's nervousness, Louis smiled gently: "Can I help you, ma'am?"

"I just... I just want to ask you how you practiced magic to such a high level." Hermione's little face blushed.

"Me?" Louis thought for a moment and replied, "It's just a little bit of talent and hard work - have you ever seen Hogwarts at three in the morning, Hermione?"

In fact, Louis' talent in the system panel is not given by the system, but he is born that way.

Hermione was stunned and shook her head.

"What people call genius is actually only one percent of talent, but they can't see the ninety-nine percent of hard work behind genius." Louis paused, swallowed the food in his mouth, and continued, "Sometimes talent is not important. As long as you want to be a wizard, even if you are the crappiest and stupidest wizard, as long as you are a wizard, that's enough."

"Many people have talent but don't work hard, but some people have average talent but work very hard. In the ancient East, there is a saying that goes, 'The early bird catches the worm'... You only see the level of my spells, but you haven't seen the sweat I put into casting them."

"Efforts will not betray you. Although it may not necessarily achieve your goal, at least the fact that you have tried will not make you regret it." Louis's inspirational words are so easy to come by, and he really thinks so. , whether in the previous life or in this life.

"I understand." Hermione's eyes lit up with fighting spirit. She clenched her fists tightly and said firmly: "Thank you, Louis, I understand what I should do."

She then left the auditorium in high spirits.

"I don't understand, Louis." After Hermione left, Draco finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "Louis, why would you talk to this mud - I mean Muggle-born... why did you talk to her so much."

Louis did not rush to answer his question. Instead, he picked up the napkin, gently wiped the corner of his lips, and said leisurely: "Draco, what do you think of the term 'mudblood'?"

"Of course it's dirty and vile..." Draco said subconsciously.

"So what do you think a pure-blood family like yours should be like?"

"Of course he is noble... a natural aristocrat."

"Look, Draco." Louis replied with a chuckle, "As a noble pure-blood, you keep saying such dirty words... You know, Draco, the nobility you uphold is shamed by your words and deeds."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but found that what Louis said made him unable to refute.

"But... do you think Muggle-born wizards should have the same status as us?" Draco asked cautiously. He was really afraid of getting a positive answer from Louis.

"Draco, you have to understand one thing." Louis put down the napkin in his hand and said patiently: "Each of us is equal in personality... Don't rush to refute. Even pure-blood families are not necessarily elegant. Just like your aunt Bellatrix, do you really think she is a normal person?"

Draco thought back to the crazy aunt in the photo at home and shook his head with a shudder.

(End of this chapter)