I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Chameleon (Seeking monthly recommendation tickets)

"That's true, but..." Hermione obviously still couldn't accept this statement. She was a little emo now: "Forget it, I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, it feels very inconsistent."

“Sometimes not thinking about anything is actually a kind of happiness.” Louis raised his eyebrows and wrote down the dishes he wanted to eat on the card.

Harry had completely lost interest in playing chess, and after quickly losing to Ron, he began to look at Jerry and ask him all kinds of questions - God knows, during the countless difficult days, he could only feel a little comfort when he secretly watched his cousin Dudley playing Tom and Jerry on videotape through the crack in the door.

Jerry didn't reject this kind-hearted savior. Besides, he was a foolish and bold person with social anxiety disorder. Social phobia? It didn't exist. Only the bad blonde woman could make him feel a little dangerous.

"I have to say, your rat looks different from my Scabbers." Ron chewed an apple and commented to Jerry: "Gosh, even though he is different from ordinary rats, the first thing I think of when I see him is a rat."

As he said that, he took out Banban from his arms and said, "Banban, go meet new friends."

"I should remind you that Jerry is more like your two brothers in character." Louis watched as Jerry took out a pair of skateboard shoes from somewhere, put Scabbers in it, and slid it from the head of the table to the end of the table at lightning speed. If Percy hadn't been quick-witted, Scabbers would definitely have performed a flying squirrel performance.

"He's just as bad as George and the others." Ron took the mouse from Percy and looked at it distressedly: "Oh, my poor Scabbers... He's so old, he shouldn't be treated like this..."

"How old is it?" Louis asked deliberately.

"11 years old." Ron obviously hadn't recovered from the heartache yet, and Louis also fully understood that after eleven years of companionship, Scabbers was like a family member to him - even though it was Percy's rat before, it still got along well with him.

I just wonder what would happen if Ron knew that this rat was a short and fat man with a wretched appearance.

Will you feel like vomiting?
"Eleven years?" Hermione interrupted. "Well, is it true that mice can live for eleven years? I have heard that cats can live that long."

"I don't know, maybe it's very long-lived." Ron sighed.

Jerry was slapping his thigh and laughing heartily, and the violin made a classic laugh. Everyone stopped wondering why Banban was so alive, and looked at Jerry one by one, curious about how a mouse could laugh like a violin.

"Mr. Mountbatten? Mr. Mountbatten?" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded from behind him. Louis turned around and saw Professor McGonagall, with a serious face, looking at him from a distance.

He quickly put Jerry in his pocket and went over to ask, "Professor, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's Professor Dumbledore who wants to see you. He's in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor." Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone, "The password is 'Lemon Sherbet'. You have to remember it."

"Okay, professor." Louis answered simply, "But professor, I have a small question."

"what?"

"I don't know the way..." Louis said innocently.

"Okay, come with me."

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was chatting with a portrait that looked like a man wearing a turban.

"I don't understand, Dumbledore, why you are so protective of him... There is someone in the school who openly breaks his classmate's legs. He should be directly..." The portrait's tone was extremely angry.

Dumbledore smacked his lips and said slowly: "Don't worry, Phineas, he is a Slytherin, well, a pure-blood wizard."

"He should be listed as a key person for special care, damn it." Phineas Black's tone changed 180 degrees: "If he hadn't been forced into a corner, how could he have attacked his classmates? It must be like this, Dumbledore, ha... Slytherin's genius!"

Phineas looked smug and somewhat proud.

"The injured student is from your Black family," Dumbledore kindly reminded.

"Haha... Sirius is in Azkaban, Regulus is dead, how could the Black family have any descendants?" Phineas looked a little disdainful: "You are talking about Patrick, right? Haha, the adopted stinky mud - a Muggle half-blood, went to the Black family to beg for food?"

That expression was one of disgust and resentment.

As they were chatting, the door of the headmaster's office opened and Professor McGonagall walked in with Louis.

"Oh, look who's here, it's our Slytherin genius—" Phineas was happy from the bottom of his heart: "Elegant, so elegant, worthy of being our Slytherin genius!"

Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched, and she resisted the urge to scold someone and left the headmaster's office.

"That's enough, Phineas!" It was another portrait that spoke. It was a lady with kind eyes. "A first-year student is so cruel and ruthless. It would be fine if you didn't condemn him, but you are praising him?"

"Be at ease, Dalys." Phineas said nonchalantly, "Slytherin finally produced a genius, so don't scare our little classmate."

"You!" Principal Delis was obviously angry and was choked by Phineas and couldn't speak.

She was an extremely good therapist during her lifetime. As the saying goes, a kind person is naturally kind-hearted, and she hated to see others get hurt the most.

"Okay, Ms. Delise and Phineas, stop arguing." Dumbledore stopped the quarrel and looked at Louis: "How about lemon juice?"

"Okay, principal. I just had a bit of salty food this morning." Louis said cooperatively, "Low sugar, thank you."

It’s better to consume less sugar in the morning. Otherwise, you’ll end up like Leo holding a water gun.

"Eating candy is a happy thing." Dumbledore waved his hand, and a glass of iced lemonade appeared on the table. He extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Sit down, Louis, can you tell me why you treated Black like that?"

"His last name is not Black. That damn, dirty half-blood has tarnished the noble soul of the Black family!" Phineas shouted.

Then, Principal Dai Lisi and several others tied him to a chair, with his mouth stuffed tightly. He was still struggling in vain, which looked very interesting.

Louis lowered his head and chuckled, and it took him a long time to react. He looked up at Dumbledore and replied with a smile: "Professor, I had no choice. Senior Black openly challenged your and Dean Snape's policies in the lounge and bullied his classmates. This was not directed at me, but a challenge to your and Dean Snape's authority."

(End of this chapter)