I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 32 I am ashamed to say that I have only made a very small contribution (seeking monthly tickets for follow-up reading and recommendation)
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally: "Did you come up with a solution so quickly?"

It seems that he doesn't care whether Patrick Blake lives or dies.

In fact, he also knew about Patrick's evil deeds in school, otherwise he would not have been sent to Durmstrang as an exchange student - if it weren't for Phineas's face, he would have been expelled long ago.

It would be nice if there was someone more vicious to deal with him.

But he is also very concerned about Louis' mental state. It would be bad if he became the next Tom.

Louis naturally didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking. He said, "In order to implement your important spirit, Professor Snape and I have taken a comprehensive approach and finally determined that it is difficult to get each college to reform its course policy. You don't think that Professor McGonagall will listen to my advice and let the students add two self-study classes, right?"

"Well, you are right." Headmaster Dumbledore nodded and asked, "Then how did you do it?"

"So, considering the current situation, I decided to use Professor Snape's identity as the Potions teacher to implement a policy in the school - that is, to conduct monthly exams, midterm exams during the semester, and final exams at the end of the semester, and to give extra points to individuals and the college based on the exam results."

"In this way, Slytherin, who will fly first, will definitely get good grades in the first month. If the deans of other colleges do not want to give up the House Cup, they will definitely follow this policy, at least to prevent Slytherin from falling too far behind."

"In this way, our plan has been initially successful." Louis made a final summary: "I am ashamed to say that I have only made a very small contribution."

Dumbledore looked at Louis and suddenly realized a horrifying fact.

If this kid develops evil ways, he will be much more difficult to deal with than Voldemort. Although his methods and tactics are a little immature, he is the legitimate successor of the troublemaker...

As we all know, the two people who are best at politics in the world are the Seres in the far east and the British.

Sooner or later, there will be room for him to exercise and develop.

Dumbledore felt that it was necessary to have a good talk with him.

"Have you heard of Voldemort?" Dumbledore's tone seemed to be asking Amway.

"How could you not know, Professor?" Louis looked at Dumbledore with a look of Alzheimer's: "Professor, you really need to eat less sugar. Your thinking is starting to slow down..."

"Oh, is that so?" Dumbledore realized belatedly that it was impossible for a wizard not to know about Voldemort - even if he didn't read the book, he should have heard his classmates talk about him.

Louis smacked his lips and said with a bit of disdain, "Voldemort's magical attainments are beyond reproach, but... Professor, don't you think his taste is very low?"

"Hmm?" This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be confused. It was the first time he heard such a statement... Ha, Voldemort has low taste? It was a novel perspective.

"I feel like he has some serious illness. How could a normal person be like this..." Louis didn't notice at all that Jerry quietly crawled out of his coat pocket, slid down his robe like a slide to the ground, and peeked furtively at the Sorting Hat.

"Professor, if you are worried that I will become a person like him... I can understand it. After all, I was a little too harsh on Senior Black yesterday, but..." Louis put down the lemon juice in his hand and said seriously: "Professor, you are completely worrying too much. I have a grandfather who loves me, an uncle and an aunt, so many good friends, and my family is not short of money. Do you think I am bored and would become a terrorist like that?" "You are right." Dumbledore smiled, and his white beard tied with braids was trembling: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, your rat is crawling towards the Sorting Hat."

Louis looked back at Jerry who was climbing up, and reminded him without turning his head: "It seems that you should be worried, professor? After all, this old hat is not mine..."

Indeed, why should he panic? The Sorting Hat is not his...

"Gryffindor!" The dozing Old Hat yelled, scaring Jerry so much that he somersaulted to the ground. With the crisp sound of cymbals, Jerry was smashed into pieces.

Louis walked over, picked up Jerry's tail and shook it twice to restore it. Dumbledore looked at Jerry with interest and asked, "This should be the mouse in the cartoon. If I remember correctly, his name should be Jerry?"

"Yes, professor." Louis patted Jerry's head, signaling him not to run around - a cruel idea suddenly came to his mind.

Since we're all called Tom, why not let Jerry mess with Professor Quirrell? I'm going to Professor Quirrell's office tomorrow, so I have to give him a good look, right?

"What a magical mouse." Dumbledore shook his beard and said, "I didn't expect the Sorting Hat to put him in Gryffindor. In my opinion, he should go to another house."

"Where?" Not only Louis, but even Jerry looked at Dumbledore with his beard trembling.

"Azkaban." Dumbledore also laughed. "Of course, if people were sent to Azkaban for mischief, I think the Weasley twins would have been there for two years."

At this point, Dumbledore's expression was somewhat sad.

"Oh, it's really sad. I used to meet them occasionally at night, but I don't know why, suddenly one day I could no longer meet them." Dumbledore's tone was full of regret.

So you just happened to run into me and my senior? Louis complained in his heart, but kept smiling on his face.

"Well, I have nothing to do here, you can go back." Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind the shining half-moon lenses, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

In my previous life, I read fan fiction that said that Headmaster Dumbledore liked to use Legilimency on his students. This statement is somewhat ridiculous. A hundred-year-old man, a wizard known as the White Lord, who has been in a high position for many years, it would be strange if he couldn't see what was written on the face of a teenager.

If he was really so shameless, would there still be Voldemort?

Not to mention others, just talk about his grandfather, old Louis. Even though he has the experience of two lifetimes, his grandfather can easily see through his inner thoughts.

In the words of the old people, I eat more salt than you eat rice, so how could I not know what you are thinking?
"Okay, then I'll go back first, professor." Louis put Jerry back into his jacket pocket, turned around and left, leaving without a trace.

On the way, he glanced at the portrait. Phineas was still tied to the chair, kicking his legs around, looking very embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)