I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 251 The first day of the new semester

Catherine still didn't want Louis to say anything out of turn. After all, Emma was someone she really couldn't afford to offend.

After a half-night seminar and consulting Louis on how to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Emma finally let her good son go and let him go to bed quickly.

The cold icy rain outside the window was still beating against it, and the wind was so strong that you could even hear the sound of the wind clearly in the corridor.

The next morning, the storm stopped, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still covered with gloomy clouds.

Louis went to the auditorium for the first time to study the class schedule. He was struggling over whether or not to take the divination class.

Professor Trelawney is becoming more and more neurotic every day, which is really hard to like.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan were sitting at the same table. The three of them had been discussing what magical spell they could use to make themselves older, intending to sneak through and participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but they were talking very loudly and had no sense of confidentiality at all.

"I tell you three to keep your voices down, as you're afraid Professor Dumbledore can't hear your plan, right?" Louis reminded the three fearless Gryffindor boys.

"Don't worry, we're not worried about being heard." Fred said nonchalantly. He looked at Louis with a smile and asked, "Don't you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? You know, this is a large-scale event held every five years. You are in the fourth grade now, and you will definitely graduate by the next time it is held..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Louis shrugged. "Besides, Professor Dumbledore has already said that it would be life-threatening for underage wizards to participate in this competition. Wizards of our age are not suitable for participating in this kind of competition."

"You're just talking nonsense, Louis." George showed a look of disbelief on his face. "You, you still say that you are not suitable for the job because of your age. My God, let alone our sixth-year classmates, even adult Aurors would have a hard time dealing with you."

"Shh, stop bragging." Louis put his index finger on his mouth: "I don't have much ability to begin with, but you guys are almost praising me to the sky. I think you want to praise me to death..."

"How can it be flattery? We really believe this from the bottom of our hearts." Li Qiaodan continued.

"I'm glad you recognize my strength." Louis coughed and changed the subject, "But I don't like the way you talk."

The three of them looked at each other quickly and said that they would never blow it again.

Just kidding, if my credits were deducted, I would have no place to cry.

"What will happen to Hogwarts if you don't participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Louis said indifferently: "You have to learn to trust others. There are many hidden talents in Hogwarts. How can you be sure that no one will stand up and win honor for the school?"

"So... will Miss Volley participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron asked curiously.

Louis shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

He would not stop Catherine from participating in the Triwizard Tournament. It would be fine for her to go and have fun. Besides, even if she voted, she might not get in. If nothing unexpected happened, the champions of Hogwarts would be Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter.

Oh, he remembered that Cedric in the original book died at the end of the game. He had to think about this carefully and not let him die so rashly.

Louis had a good impression of him. He was a sunny and cheerful boy with a good temper. He had never had a quarrel with anyone. He was much better than Potter.

Thinking of this, Louis couldn't help but feel a little hungry. Just as he was about to speak, Sakuya handed him a piece of garlic bread with butter.

"Do you want to learn magic, Sakuya?" Louis took the bread and looked at Sakuya.

Sakuya was stunned for a moment, and she asked in a low voice: "Haven't I inherited the profession of a stalker? How can I still..."

"Let's give it a try." Louis shrugged irresponsibly: "What if you have a talent for magic? Anyway, these two don't conflict with each other."

“Okay.” Sakuya nodded. Magic would definitely be of great help to her. Just think about it. After activating the time stop, what she threw was not a flying knife, but Avada Kedavra…

It’s exciting just thinking about it.

Hermione came over at this time and handed Louis a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Louis put down the bread in his hand, took the paper, took a look, and found that it was the advertisement of the organization that treats house elves well that Hermione had made...

He put down this rather hot potato, and encouraged Hermione in her expectant eyes: "Do your best, I believe you can do it. If necessary, I will give you all my support!"

Yes, give her every support except help.

"Thank you, Louis!" Hermione opened her arms and gave Louis a warm hug.

She returned to Ron and Harry happily, and raised her chin to Ron in a demonstrative manner: "Look, even Louis supports me, and you, as my boyfriend, are against me..."

Ron grinned and handed over a piece of bread with two pieces of bacon in it: "Yeah, I'll support you too. You see, you know I'm not very smart, so I see you're starving too, why don't you eat something?"

Hermione looked at him helplessly, took the bread and stuffed it into her mouth.

Just then, there was a fluttering sound overhead, and countless owls flew in from the open windows, bringing everyone the morning mail.

A tawny owl swooped down like a Stuka, passed Louis and landed in Neville's arms.

"I think he's reminding you not to lose anything this time, Neville." Seamus Finnigan teased Neville with a chuckle.

The little fat boy blushed, and while mumbling that he was not forgetful, he just had a bad memory, he took the package off the owl's legs.

But the question is, is there a close connection between forgetfulness and poor memory?
Not far from Louis, Draco's owl landed on him, bringing him snacks from the Malfoys. The first thing he did after unpacking the package was to gather a batch of snacks and bring them to Louis, giving him some.

"Try it, Louis, this is my mother's cooking." Draco's expression was a little shy and expectant.

"Okay, thank you." Louis smiled and nodded, took the snack and handed it to Sakuya. Seeing that Draco was hesitant to speak, he asked with concern: "What's wrong Draco, is there something wrong?"

Draco suddenly realized, "Ah, no, I just want to ask you, are you really not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Louis didn't rush to answer, but picked up the coffee cup, stirred it with a spoon, and then said, "I'm really not interested."

"Then... uh, what about Slytherin?" Draco asked quickly, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say this, so he said awkwardly: "Well, this is not what I should ask... that..."

He immediately changed the subject: "Last night's speech was quite successful, and the important spirit was conveyed to the freshmen... In addition, the guests from Durmstrang want to meet you, what do you think..."

"We can meet sometime." Louis nodded with a smile: "Anyway, I have more free time recently."

"Okay, then I'll tell Krum when I go back today." Draco got a definite answer and finally relaxed his slightly frown. He had been worried whether Louis would agree.

But it seems that Louis was in a good mood today and did not reject his proposal, so his face was saved at least.

The first class today was Professor Sprout's Herbology class. It should be said that the whole morning was spent outdoors. After the Herbology class, I went to the Care of Magical Creatures class with Gryffindor.

Louis had no classes in the afternoon, so he was more relaxed today.

We walked through the damp vegetable garden and arrived at Greenhouse No. 3, where we saw Professor Sprout showing everyone a very magical new plant.

The plants in the magical world all grow rather wildly, just like the strange shapes of the mandrake, which look like twisted and weird dolls. The same is true of the plant in front of Professor Sprout. They are more like a black, sticky slug, wriggling out of the soil, with many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which should be filled with liquid - if I am not mistaken.

"Babo tubers." Professor Sprout didn't think that the plants in front of her would bring psychological trauma to people. She introduced them to the students in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "You need to squeeze them with your hands, just like you squeeze acne. You need to collect their pus."

Louis looked at the squirming plant in front of him with some reluctance, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What did you say?" Seamus Finnigan asked in a disgusted tone.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus!" said Professor Sprout. "It is of great value. Do not waste it. Listen, you must collect the pus in these bottles and put on your dragon-skin gloves - undiluted pus from the babotuber will cause unusual damage to the skin."

I don’t know what Sprout meant by “extremely high value”, but at least Louis guessed it shouldn’t be the rich nutritional value.

Just imagine, if Professor Sprout was Bear Grylls, holding this big fat worm-like Babo tuber in his hand, he would seriously introduce "the nutritional value of this thing is five times that of beef"...

It made the family members look a little upset.

Speaking of which, Bear Grylls should still be working in the special forces now, right?

What was a bit surprising was that after the pus of the Babo tuber was squeezed out, there was a strong smell of gasoline. Louis looked at the tuber pus in the container and wondered if it would catch fire if he threw a fire on it.

Before the end of the get out of class, when the students had finished squeezing the tubers, Professor Sprout said with a smile, "Madam Pomfrey should be happy now. Who among you doesn't know what the pus of the Babo tuber does?"

The Slytherin students and Hermione raised their hands in unison.

Madam Pomfrey choked up and looked at the Slytherin students uncertainly. She called out the name of the fat boy Crabbe: "Student Crabbe, can you tell me what the pus of the Babo tuber does?"

She thought the Slytherins were just trying to save face.

"The pus from the Babo tuber is the best remedy for stubborn acne," Crabbe answered without hesitation.

Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said loudly, "Good, very good, five points to Slytherin - with these pus, we can stop you from using radical means to remove pimples."

"Alas, poor Eloise Midgen," whispered Hannah Abbott, "she tried to cast a spell to get rid of her pimples, but ended up knocking her nose off by accident..."

Ron shuddered, poked Harry, winked and whispered, "Look how hard women can be on themselves, especially when it comes to beauty... God, I can't do such a thing."

"So you're not a woman." Harry said, raising his hands and clapping them with Ron, like two funny people.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone dispersed. Students from the four houses walked down the lawn together and headed towards Hagrid's cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was standing outside the cabin waiting for his classmates, holding the hound Fang in one hand and with a few open wooden boxes at his feet.

When you get closer, you can even hear a rattling sound coming from the box, occasionally mixed with the sound of crackling and explosion, but it is very faint.

"Good morning, classmates!" Hagrid greeted everyone with a smile. "I think there must be new courses in the new semester, and we also have to get to know new creatures, so - are you ready? I think you definitely don't want to miss this - ding ding ding, blasting-tailed skrewt!"

"What?" Ron looked at the box with one eye closed.

"Blast-tailed Skrewt," said Hagrid, opening the box wider so that everyone could see his handiwork.

"Yooo...disgusting!" The female students' first reaction was to jump away and stay away from the so-called "explosive-tailed slug".

They were right, it was indeed disgusting, well... just like a lobster without its shell. If you had to use an adjective to describe it, it would be very disgusting, with a grayish-white, slimy body and a lot of tentacles, it really made people lose their sanity.

Moreover, these blasting-tailed skrewts don't smell very bad, emitting a very strong smell of ammonia. Occasionally, a spark will be ejected from the tail of a blasting-tailed skrewt, followed by a slight sound, and it will spurt out a few inches.

Louis understood a little bit. This thing should be explainable by scientific principles. They seemed to be spraying flammable gas like methane from their buttocks - this could also explain why there was a strong smell of ammonia, and then running forward using the same principle as propulsion.

Where have I seen this kind of thing before? Louis thought about it carefully for a long time before he remembered that there was a similar monster in a movie.

(End of this chapter)