I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 35 If you can’t beat him, just shake him down
Time flies, Halloween is coming soon. Professor Snape finally showed his fangs - he announced the monthly exams in the sixth grade potions class.

I was busy in the seventh grade, so I didn't take them out to play. Besides, they were already formed, so there was no need to mess with their mentality.

When the news came out, the whole school was in an uproar except for Slytherin House.

They didn't expect that Snape, the professor and dean, would deceive and suck the underage wizards like them.

Is this good? This is not good. The little wizards really want to persuade Professor Snape to learn from his mistakes and reflect on his mistakes. However, because they are too afraid of the venom that Professor Snape spits, no one raises any objections. Except for a few complaints from Hufflepuff Dean Sprout, even Professor McGonagall is very sympathetic to Professor Snape's monthly exam plan.

When Professor McGonagall "accidentally" heard Louis discussing Slytherin's study plan with Catherine in the corridor, she pretended to look around but her ears were perked up. That night, she forcefully implemented the same plan as Slytherin in Gryffindor.

Anyway, she was free and didn't want to go back to the sad little house in Hogsmeade. She had plenty of time to mess with the little lions of Gryffindor.

Ron was very upset. He and Harry complained to Louis more than once, wanting to make the culprit eat three pounds of slugs.

Louis resisted the urge to beat them both up, and kept repeating to himself in his heart: I'll lead you in the fight.

With Catherine's help, Louis' magic also improved by leaps and bounds. Most of his spells broke through level five, and his armor protection made the biggest progress, reaching level eight.

But he still couldn't defeat Catherine unless he risked his life.

But the senior was so nice to him, so there didn't seem to be any need to risk his life for her.

His relationship with Catherine is also growing stronger.

Flying class... In order to avoid exposing his weakness of knowing nothing about flying, he chose to skip class.

The result was that he was caught by Professor Dumbledore and made to eat several small cockroaches in a pile of cockroaches.

After a cordial conversation, Dumbledore finally agreed to Louis' request not to take flying lessons. After all, he was a very easy-to-talk-to person.

He sat in the headmaster's office, patting the check for thirty million pounds in his pocket, and lamented that the food expenses for Hogwarts for decades had come too easily.

As for Professor Quirrell, Voldemort seemed to be training him intentionally, teaching him a lot of dark magic, and even taught him the Imperius Curse mysteriously yesterday.

There is no free lunch in the world, he understood this truth. Voldemort seemed to be boiling a frog in warm water, trying to lure him into the abyss of depravity little by little.

It must be said that he also needed to be grateful to Voldemort - after all, many magic spells could not even be found in the Restricted Section, especially the Imperius Curse.

This is one of the three unforgivable curses along with the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

"So, this is why you reported Professor Quirrell?" Headmaster Dumbledore shrugged.

Louis nodded firmly with a stern look on his face. "Yes, Professor. He actually taught students the Unforgivable Curse. This behavior is simply... simply..."

Dumbledore said nothing, just sat there, watching Louis' performance calmly.

I will just quietly watch you act cool and never bother you. "It's simply insane." He saw Louis looking at him expectantly, and his words hit the mark, worthy of being the principal.

"Yes, it's outrageous." Louis agreed with the headmaster: "I always feel that Professor Quirrell has ill intentions towards me, as if he is deliberately trying to lure me into a wrong path."

"This is a serious accusation, Louis." Dumbledore sat up straight and poured Louis a glass of sugar-free lemonade. "I really don't understand why you have lost happiness at such a young age. Oh, I really can't accept the existence of no sugar in my life."

"That's why people call you Old Bee in private." Louis rolled his eyes and complained.

"It's a cute name, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled mischievously and took out a glass of lemonade. "Since you don't want sugar, I added your portion to mine... Um, alas, it's too sweet."

His white beard trembled, and he took out a pile of cockroaches from the drawer, pulled one off the pile and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Sometimes, I think you're more like a white-fronted stilt spider." Louis tried hard not to make a disgusted expression: "In places with low latitudes, there is a kind of spider that grows very large and has a very shy personality, but they like to eat cockroaches."

Louis forgot how to say it in English for a moment, and he said the Latin name of the white-fronted stilt spider.

"But the nickname Old White-fronted Tall Spider... well, it's a bit too confusing." Dumbledore didn't mind the students giving him nicknames, but instead discussed it with him in a serious manner.

"Well, professor, let's not change the subject - you actually know that Professor Quirrell is suspicious, right?" Louis tried to cut Dumbledore's middle.

Dumbledore continued to eat his pile of cockroaches without comment.

Louis took out a card from his pocket. In order not to cause any bad influence - after all, there were so many portraits in the headmaster's office - he wrote on the card: "Then if you let Voldemort enter Hogwarts, aren't you afraid that he will really do something desperate?"

Dumbledore took the card, glanced at the contents, and suddenly looked up, with two sharp rays of light flashing behind his half-moon glasses, as if he wanted to see through Louis' heart.

Soon, he regained his kind and amiable expression: "I have to admit that you have a keen sense of smell... When did you discover it?"

"At the sorting ceremony, professor." Louis lied. In fact, he knew it many years ago.

But that didn't stop him from continuing to lie without blushing or beating his heart: "Harry said that his scar hurt when he stared at Professor Snape...but the love-hate relationship between Professor Snape and his elders...how could he continue to be involved with Voldemort?"

"I thought about it carefully. The person sitting next to Professor Snape was Professor Quirrell, and he had his back to Potter. So, I suspected that Voldemort was not completely dead, and it was very likely that he was parasitic on Professor Quirrell's body, otherwise Harry's scar would not be painful."

As he said this, he took out Jerry, who had been struggling for a long time, from his pocket and put him on the table.

"Excellent judgement, Louis." Dumbledore took out a cockroach candy and handed it to Jerry.

Jerry sniffed with a look of disgust, and smelled something sweet. He looked at the old man in front of him with one eye closed, and after a long time he could not find any bad intentions in him, so he opened his mouth wide, swallowed the still struggling cockroach into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach with a burp.

The swallowed food went down his throat in an unscientific and magical way and landed in his stomach. It then hit the table with a thud and bounced back to its original shape.

"Regarding Voldemort's matter..." Dumbledore thought for a moment, and finally sighed: "Forget it, you are one of us now, so there is no need to hide anything from you... My original intention was to let him experience Harry, hoping that he can grow up after going through this."

(End of this chapter)