I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 51 Results Released (Seeking Investment and Reading)
In the end, Harry and Draco agreed to keep their distance from each other until the rumors died down.

But it did not stop the enthusiasm of the fujoshi to create secondary works. One book after another was filled with writing. Snape even confiscated a pornographic story in the Potions class.

She was a senior from Ravenclaw, and Snape deducted fifty points from her without any hesitation.

Thank goodness there is no political correctness in the wizarding world.

I finally made it to Friday's Potions class, and the day for releasing the grades has officially arrived.

Professor Snape, as usual, banged the door open. The students were used to it, and even felt uncomfortable if they didn't have this in their Potions class.

"Recently... there seem to be two focus figures." Snape's greasy voice dragged on, "Let me see, um, Mr. Malfoy, who dares to break the secular prejudice, openly expresses his love to Mr. Potter in public. I think your father will be proud of your courage."

Draco tried to retort, but was choked by Snape.

Besides, he didn't have the courage to refute Snape.

"I really hope you can use the spirit of digging out other people's gossip to study, but it seems that you look no different from mosquitoes that smell blood." Snape twisted his hooked nose and looked at the report card in his hand with disgust: "Sometimes, you really make me doubt whether I have taught a group of humanoid monsters."

"Louis Mountbatten." He suddenly called out. Seeing Louis stand up, Snape's grim face showed a hint of smile: "Students whose names are called do not need to stand up. Sit down, Mr. Mountbatten, 100 points."

Louis drew three periods in his mind. Professor Snape, you definitely did this on purpose...

Ron was sitting there waiting for fun, but the word "100 points" broke his psychological defenses.

Huh? Didn't we agree not to review together? Didn't we agree that you wouldn't do well in the exam? How did you secretly get a perfect score?

"Harry Potter... our savior, and the heroine of our time... 99 points, because you spelled the word wrong in the short answer question."

"Hermione Granger." The smile on Snape's face disappeared, and a gloomy expression covered his face: "Ah, Miss Know-It-All, 98 points."

"Draco Malfoy...98 points."

"Daphne Greengrass...98 points."

"Millicent Bulstrode, 98 points."

"Pansy Parkinson, 96 points."

"Brice Sabini, 95 points."

"Lavender Brown, 95 points."

"Theodore Nott, 94 points."

"Elois Midgen, 93 points."

"Vincent Crabbe, 90 points."

"Gregory Goyle, 88 points."

……

"Okay, here are the three troll brothers from Gryffindor."

"Ronald Weasley..." Snape stared at Ron's face for a long moment, then said coldly and slowly, "62 points."

It’s okay... I passed.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he wasn't the last one. That damn Louis... He must settle the score with him later!

"Seamus Finnigan." Snape raised his eyes quickly and then lowered them. "Well, 54 points. I hope you can use your crackling talent in Potions class in the future, Mr. Finnigan."

"Well, well." Snape finally drew out the tone, and in Neville's horrified eyes, he dragged on and said: "Gryffindor's great genius, Neville Longbottom, 5 points." Everyone, including the Gryffindors, looked at Neville with awe.

To be honest, Snape was quite considerate of the first-year students. There were 40 multiple-choice questions, worth a total of 80 points; the remaining questions were four short-answer questions, each worth 5 points.

"I have to say, when I was marking the papers, I was still doubting whether you knew the correct answers to all the questions." Snape's eyes were full of disgust. "Forty multiple-choice questions, and you didn't answer any of them correctly. Excuse me, are you sent by Merlin to torture the professors?"

Neville sat on the stool, his head spinning and buzzing. He couldn't hear clearly what Snape was saying. All he could think about was the screaming letter from his grandmother in a few days.

It's over, Barbie Q.

Neville was thinking about it, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Then he fainted.

This caused the students to burst into laughter.

"Quiet." Snape snorted to maintain order. He looked around the classroom and said slowly: "Mr. Mountbatten, ten points for Slytherin."

"In addition, Mr. Potter and Miss Know-It-All each won five points for Gryffindor." When he said this, Snape's face twitched noticeably.

Giving Gryffindor points was the last thing he wanted.

"Two failing Mr. Trolls, Gryffindor will deduct five points from each of you because of your grades."

Well, adding something here and quickly subtracting something there, this is indeed Snape's style.

Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. This was already very satisfying and was much better than being deducted points.

"In addition, in the first year, Slytherin took first place with an average score of 92 points, and Slytherin got an extra ten points."

"Unfortunately, Gryffindor is only third, so no extra points." At this point, Snape shrugged his shoulders to express his regret.

"Then professor, will you deduct our marks?"

The one who asked this question was the smart guy Simo.

"If you wish, I can deduct five points from Gryffindor just for your wish." Snape's eyes narrowed into a line.

Seamus shook his head like a blender. If Snape really deducted five points from him today because of his bad mouth, the whole Gryffindor would have to deal with him when he returned home in the evening.

Even Percy couldn't protect him.

Gryffindor students now don't ask for extra points in Snape's class, and not losing points is a bonus.

"If there are no objections to the grades, the report cards will be distributed to all parents tomorrow morning." Snape prolonged his tone: "I wish you - have a happy weekend."

After class, Louis saw an angry Ron waiting for him outside the door.

Not to mention, Louis felt that what the senior said was right, Ron really looked like a little red-haired squirrel.

"Louis! Didn't you say you didn't review? How could you lie to me?" Ron questioned Louis with some grievance: "We agreed to have fun together, but you secretly studied behind my back! How disloyal!"

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"Ah, you're talking about that." Louis scratched his head: "I really didn't read the book. If you don't believe me, go ask Catherine. I practiced spells with her every night."

Come to think of it, he hadn't practiced spells with Ron and the other three for half a month.

It was a wrong payment after all.

Ron didn't dare to ask Catherine, he asked doubtfully: "You didn't lie to me? Oh, you definitely wouldn't." When he said this, he actually excused Louis: "We are good friends after all, how could you lie to me? Speaking of which, I should study hard too. Oh, my mother will definitely be angry when she sees the report card..."

(End of this chapter)