I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Crazy Thursday (asking for monthly tickets and follow-up investment)

Jerry secretly used his hand to open a gap between Tom's fingers, and stared at the man and woman with his little eyes without blinking.

Tom and Jerry, who were eating watermelons, were very pitiful. They were thrown out one by one by the senior student with magic spells.

When Tom was thrown out, he hit Jerry. With a "pop" sound, Tom quickly got up to see and found that Jerry had been crushed into pieces by him.

He grabbed Jerry's tail and shook him to restore him.

Two little heads came to the door and peeked through the crack to see what was happening inside.

Next is the time not suitable for children.

“The impact is extremely bad!”

Professor McGonagall caught both of them again.

The old lady had feudalism written all over her left face and arranged marriage written all over her right. Like a lioness, her eyes were filled with anger, and she was extremely dissatisfied with the two people who had secretly decided to spend their lives together.

"What have you got to say now, Miss Worley?"

"I think they both can't help themselves. You know, Professor McGonagall, it's almost spring now." Professor Snape popped out like a ghost.

"It is understandable that young lovers like them who have just tasted the forbidden fruit can't help themselves. Look, at least they drove Malfoy and his pet out, didn't they?"

Snape's expression was gloomy, and so was his tone.

On the surface, it seemed that Snape was speaking for them, but why did Louis feel that Snape was taking advantage of their misfortune?
I'm from Slytherin, Headmaster!
"We might as well ask Mr. Mountbatten first and hear how he defends this matter. I think he should be able to give a reasonable explanation for seducing the senior." Snape said this almost in one breath.

Good man, it was Louis who took the initiative, right?

It's somewhat of a personal grudge.

"You have to believe that we are both innocent." Louis took the initiative to defend himself, but this defense sounded so weak.

After all, Catherine was still riding him.

Professor McGonagall was about to say something, but Snape quickly interrupted and said, "I think this is just a flirtation between a young couple. After all, Mr. Mountbatten is so young, and the tools he used to commit the crime are not fully developed yet, right?"

A small well-shaped mark appeared on Louis' forehead, and he... endured it.

What else can you do if you can't bear it? Why don't you dare to fight with the brigade commander... Why don't you dare to fight with the professor?

"You two...you'd better pay attention to the impact." Professor McGonagall finally set the tone. She really couldn't bear to deal with Mr. Mountbatten, such an excellent, cute and well-behaved child.

"Okay, professor." Louis looked obedient. He patted Catherine's thigh inconspicuously and reminded her in a low voice with gritted teeth: "You should get up..."

"Oh." Catherine realized it belatedly and climbed up from Louis with a blushing face.

"So, what are you two doing...?" Louis asked tentatively, wondering why the two professors broke into their Slytherin common room again.

"Professor Quirrell colluded with the You-Know-Who and trespassed into the restricted area. He has been dealt with by our Savior." Snape's tone was unhappy. He knew that Dumbledore would definitely give Potter, the little bastard, extra points through the back door.

How many points should Gryffindor be deducted from the monthly exam? Snape wondered in his heart, how many points should be deducted to make up for Dumbledore's partiality?
Just take it all, it’s decided happily.

"Professor McGonagall talked about your outstanding performance in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She thought that you could serve as an assistant teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts and help me complete the teaching of this course. After all, you know, I am still the teacher of Potions and don't have much time to deal with this course."

After that, Snape added greasyly: "By the way, I will temporarily serve as the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

There was a hint of pride and arrogance in his tone.

Okay, okay, knowing that you have realized your dream, Louis felt disgusted.

"Here is the thing, Mr. Mountbatten, do you want to assist your dean as his assistant?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Of course, no problem." Louis agreed happily.

The students at Hogwarts must be given a good meal.

"That's good." Snape forced a fake smile and said, "Then...it's up to you to prepare for the Defense Against the Dark Arts monthly exam. Remember, it's for the seventh grade."

"Okay, professor, no problem, professor." Louis was confident. Why did he need to set questions? Just change it to a practical exam!
A day trip to the High Wall of Lothric.

With a ding-dong sound, the system issued a task.

After the two professors left, Louis clicked on the task.

With a reasonable reason, let the other dimension world become the official trial ground for Hogwarts students.

* Mission rewards: 25% mastery of Hogwarts, ownership of the Room of Requirement, rune: Thul.

It looks pretty good. What the hell is this Hogwarts progress control thing?

Are you going to snatch the candy from under Deng's beard?

It’s not impossible…

It’s just that Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort, left the stage too quickly.

Before Louis had the chance to take advantage of Voldemort, he was suddenly killed by Potter.

Really...

Caught off guard.

But it’s better this way. He can’t know about the monthly exam in Defense Against the Dark Arts. At least I have to stab him in the butt with my Green Dragon Crescent Blade during the Battle of Hogwarts.

Open your eyes wide.

Dumbledore's explanation for this matter was that after knowing that Lily's spell still worked on Voldemort, there was no need for Voldemort to continue staying in Hogwarts and causing trouble for everyone.

Better send him back to his Albanian bunker.

Good guy, Louis exclaimed. Good guy.

"Then you should be a little careful about the impact when you and Miss Volley are in the dormitory," Dumbledore added.

"Who said that! Catherine and I are innocent..." Louis was furious. He calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Professor, you know me. If I really wanted to do something, Catherine would have been pregnant a long time ago."

"At your age, it seems..." Dumbledore said hesitantly. He was a little unsure about this monster Louis.

"As long as I ask the house-elves to cook a bunch of delicious food, she won't have to worry about getting a full stomach." Louis said confidently, "And today happens to be Thursday."

"What does this have to do with Thursday?" Dumbledore didn't understand what Louis meant.

"What I mean is, Professor, we can start a Thursday activity and provide students with unlimited fried chicken meals every Thursday... to reward them for their hard work in their studies and to commemorate Potter's heroic spirit in the face of evil."

"After all, the string can't be kept taut forever, can it, Professor?"

"It's a good idea. Why not... call it Crazy Thursday?" Dumbledore said approvingly.

"Yes, Headmaster!"

(End of this chapter)