I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 6 If you fail the exam, take the exam again!

The fifth-level fluorescent flash did not require any spells to be cast, but Louis thought it would be better to be low-key, so he recited it anyway.

Even so, it still stands out from the crowd.

Neville almost fell off the boat due to overcrowding, but Ron's quick eyes and hands prevented an accident.

To Louis' surprise, there was not only Professor McGonagall at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, but also a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a hooked nose.

It's Snape.

"Mr. Louis Mountbatten, please follow me." Snape's greasy voice sounded, interrupting Louis' thoughts.

Louis suddenly realized that this old Bat... Professor Snape was waiting for him.

He obediently stepped out of the line, and under the worried gazes of Harry, Ron and Neville, followed Snape into the castle.

Turning right after entering the door, Snape took Louis to the broom closet next to the Great Hall.

"Tell me about it, our outstanding freshman - he beat up his classmates on the train, causing three people to have their arms broken." Snape had a sinister smile on his face: "You who have studied in a Muggle school should know what the consequences of beating up classmates are. I think our outstanding Mr. Lewis will give me a reasonable explanation, what do you think?"

He specifically emphasized the two "outstanding" words.

"Of course, professor." Louis bowed politely and slowly took out a recorder.

He didn't just attack randomly; he came prepared.

Under Snape's puzzled gaze, Louis pressed the play button.

When Louis heard Marcus insult Neville as a "snotty guy", he saw Snape's face twitch. Until the end of the recording, Snape's facial expression was like a poker, without any emotion.

"I know, Professor, Mudblood is an extremely vicious name." Louis took back the recorder: "Any educated person would not call others like this - an excellent person like the professor should have never experienced Neville's feelings, right?"

Snape slowly looked at Louis with a puzzled look.

"I think the professor has never been called 'Snotlout' and humiliated by being hung up and having his pants pulled down—"

Louis could guarantee that he definitely didn't mean it, but he just had to say this and he had no intention of exposing Snape's scars. He swore to the lamp!
"That's enough!" Snape's expression was uncertain, and at the same time, the light behind him went out with a "pop". His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat: "That's enough! Go to the sorting ceremony, and remember, your house will deduct 20 points for your behavior on the train!"

Louis asked innocently, "Then, Professor, if I were assigned to your college--"

"A reckless troll like you...will only be assigned to Gryffindor." Snape said firmly.

When Louis arrived at the Great Hall, the Sorting Ceremony happened to begin. The hat had probably finished its nonsense song, and Professor McGonagall was holding its tip and reading the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" A funny voice sounded, and Louis looked up to see a little witch with golden hair and twin ponytails walking happily towards the seat of the Badger House. The friendly and gentle seniors of the Badger House greeted her with enthusiastic applause.

Louise even spotted a fat ghost waving happily at her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The list for the sorting ceremony was arranged alphabetically by last name, and it was soon his turn in Group M.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Louis looked up and saw a cocky kid with blond hair sitting on a chair. The hat didn't even touch his hair, and he shrieked and sorted him into Slytherin.

When no one was paying attention, Malfoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Louis Mountbatten!"

Professor McGonagall called Louis' name.

Louis walked through the side door of the auditorium, his face was so handsome that it made his classmates whisper. His every move was elegant, as if it was natural - but Louis knew it was learned from his eleven years of hard life as an aristocrat. Professor McGonagall saw him sitting down and put the Sorting Hat on Louis' head.

"Elegant, so elegant." The voice of the hat sounded in Louis' ears.

Louis just sat there straight, but the next sentence almost frightened him to death.

"Hmm...it seems that the ideas you are exposed to are not in line with this school. I think Nurmengard might be more suitable for you?"

In the staff seat, Headmaster Dumbledore gradually sat up straight, staring at Louis without blinking, as if he wanted to see through him.

Louis drew five periods in his mind. How come Hogwarts is going to open a sixth college in addition to Azkaban College of Continuing Studies?
Are you sick? This is not a good way to assign... The people in Azkaban are at most ordinary lunatics or murderers, so who are the people in Nurmengardi? The failed art students in the wizarding world...

Others would take the second exam if they failed to get into art school, but he would take the second exam if he failed to be elected Minister of Magic.

The Nuremberg Tribunal would have given him a Class A sentence at the very least.

Even though Louis had his back to the staff seats, he could guess that he was probably being targeted by Dumbledore.

"I can sense your ambition, it's engraved into your bones - don't deny it, kid, maybe you don't even realize it, haha... just now it was just a little joke that the old man played on you."

"Gryffindor? Well... you have unparalleled courage, a child of noble birth, but... well, believe me, not even Godric himself has such courage."

Louis thought to himself, I can tolerate you talking halfway, as long as you can assign me to Gryffindor that would be great.

"Then ..." The Hat stopped whispering and shouted, "Glen..."

Louis was ecstatic. He really came to the pillow when he was sleepy.

But how could that annoying old hat let Louis get what he wanted? He changed his tone and caught people off guard: "Slytherin!"

It was such a sudden move that Louis almost broke his back. The moment Professor McGonagall picked up the hat, he whispered to the Sorting Hat, "I'll remember this favor, Mr. Hat."

There was a sparse applause from the Slytherin seat. Louis was not the pure-blood they favored, and he might not even be considered a half-blood wizard. It was strange that he could be welcomed by the little snakes. When Snape, who was on the faculty, heard the result of the sorting, he seemed to be cast under a petrification spell. It took him a long time to react. With an expression on his face as if he had eaten a fly, he clapped his hands reluctantly.

Ron and Harry, who had not yet been sorted, were whispering to each other, regretting that Louis was not sorted into Gryffindor.

Louis walked straight towards the Slytherin seat without looking around. He looked around and saw the blonde senior on the train.

He sat beside his senior sister with his arms and legs spread out, a refreshing cool fragrance lingering in his nose.

The Slytherins leaned back slightly, in awe of Louis's actions.

Louis didn't think he had done anything wrong. He simply said hello, senior, then calmed down and turned around to continue watching the sorting ceremony.

When his eyes passed over the staff seats, Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, attracting Louis's gaze. Then he saw the headmaster nodded slightly to him, and Louis also politely returned the greeting.

How could he not understand that Old Deng was targeting him?

Yes, and Snape.

Why was he so sure? Because the chill like a maggot in his tarsal bones did not disappear until Professor McGonagall called Harry's name.

But it doesn't matter. Louis thinks that his peaceful personality, ordinary background, salty attitude towards life, and ordinary appearance...

It shouldn't be too eye-catching...right?

With the last student being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally came to an end. After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and sat back in her seat with the sorting hat in her hand, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and stretched out his arms with a smile on his face: "Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts to start a new school year. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words: idiots, crybabies, scum, screw, thank you all."

"Now, let the banquet begin!" With the movement of his hands, the table in front of each student was filled with sumptuous food.

When Louis turned around, the senior schoolmate next to him had already put away the book she was reading and was eating the food in front of her in small bites.

After a whole day of bumpy ride in the car, he was a little hungry - he only ate half of Ron's sandwich and borrowed a chocolate frog from Harry, so his stomach was now empty.

The inertia of eleven years of British aristocratic life was undoubtedly terrible, thanks to the coercion of his grandfather, old Louis Mountbatten, the tireless cramming education by the court tutor sent by his aunt and godmother, and the teaching by his sister Diana. Even though he was starving to death, he subconsciously adhered to the rigid etiquette and ate slowly.

(End of this chapter)