I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 69 I’ve wanted to do this for a long time!

“If you want to punish me…” Lewis swallowed his saliva: “Please say it directly, don’t hang me like this, it’s really scary, you know?”

"Hehehe..." Snape's smile was always so sinister. He stepped aside, revealing Professor McGonagall with a serious face.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he smiled smugly like the crooked-mouthed dragon king: "I have been very busy recently, so I asked Professor McGonagall to punish you for your disrespect for professors - I hope you have a good time. Goodbye."

After saying that, he created a gust of wind and blew away.

Louis looked at Professor McGonagall and asked nervously, "Professor, you..."

Who would have thought that Professor McGonagall would look back at Snape as he walked away, then turn her head back again. Her originally serious face was instantly replaced by an excited expression. She excitedly swung her arms back and forth, as happy as a girl: "Well done, Mr. Mountbatten, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

(The cat is excited)
Louis, Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at Professor McGonagall with petrified faces - was it true that someone had drunk the Polyjuice Potion and turned into Professor McGonagall?

Amid the four people's confused gazes, Professor McGonagall happily left their sight.

"Is this... Professor McGonagall?" Ron asked uncertainly, "Oh my god, this is Professor McGonagall?"

"Well, I heard there's a potion called Polyjuice Potion that can temporarily transform you into a person." Hermione asked hesitantly, "Do you think... could it be that someone turned into Professor McGonagall?"

"I actually have a question." Louis began to ask questions: "Everyone knows that Professor McGonagall is an Animagus, so the question is, if someone wants to become her appearance, but takes the cat's fur from her cat form, what will it look like?"

Good man, Snake has a clever plan for dealing with you.

What a weird and tricky question.

Hermione looked thoughtful and planned to ask Professor Snape about it tomorrow.

Asking when you don't understand is a good quality of Miss Know-It-All, even when facing an old bat like Snape.

In the auditorium, the young wizards who had just attended Louis's class were happily talking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and were excitedly talking about how interesting Professor Mountbatten was.

The girls formed a circle. At this moment, Draco and Harry accomplished what countless Hogwarts headmasters and professors, and even the four founding fathers, had failed to accomplish over the centuries.

They gathered together and for the first time put aside their house prejudices and chatted animatedly about how Draco and Harry were a perfect match.

So, it was afternoon.

This time he was dressed more normally, in a neat little suit, but he looked a little frivolous.

Even temperament cannot make up for the disadvantage of height.

He is growing taller! He eats a lot of meat, eggs and milk every day, and doesn't care about the Brazilian rainforest at all.

In the third year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Slytherin and Gryffindor were in the same class. He knew quite a few people in this class made up of two houses.

The Weasley twins from Gryffindor and Catherine from Slytherin are familiar faces.

The seniors who had already known Professor Mountbatten's new teaching method looked at Louis with wide, expectant eyes, except Catherine.

Catherine's eyes were like a fan-shaped diagram, three parts of shame, three parts of worry, three parts of attachment and one part of doting.

People are complex, and their attitudes toward others are constantly changing and spiraling.

He walked up to the podium, not shy at all, and turned around and said confidently, "Okay, class begins."

"Good afternoon, teacher--" Just like in Seres' English class, the students stretched out their voices and said good afternoon.

A professor, not a teacher.

After all, a teaching assistant can be rounded up to a professor, just like you can't call a deputy director the director.

This is about human relationships and social etiquette, not the place to be fussy.

"I think you may have heard from other students about some of the small changes I made to the Defense Against the Dark Arts course." Louis clapped his hands and asked Tom and Jerry to bring in the Mirror of Erised. "Admittedly, this is a cursed course. I have also learned about everyone's learning progress from other professors. To be honest, I am not very satisfied."

"Principal Dumbledore is incompetent. Please forgive me for saying that." Louis fired at Principal Dumbledore for the first time. "The wizarding world is not safe. Don't think I'm exaggerating. Look at this wizarding world! Dark wizards are everywhere, Death Eaters are ready to make a move, and Voldemort may make a comeback. Do you... really think you are safe?"

"Do you really think that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts can really teach you anything useful?"

"No, absolutely wrong. They haven't even completely grasped the learning progress of each of you before various accidents occur. Tell me... In this situation, how can you learn well - forgive my overly straightforwardness - this art of saving your life?"

Louis clenched his fists and said in an inciting tone: "Students, I hope more than anyone else that one day you won't have to learn this course on fighting against dark wizards. As a fellow student, do you think I love studying?"

There was a good-natured laugh from the audience.

"Let me tell you, the answer is no, I don't want to learn. But why should I study this course so hard? Because the world is dangerous, and I just want to live, that's all."

Louis patted his chest and looked around.

"I hope that everyone will never learn this damn course, and that this wizarding world will no longer be filled with betrayal, killing, pain, and torture. I also hope that a true order can be established in this wizarding world, an order that can completely deter dark wizards from infringing on kind and peaceful wizards!"

"I know some of you will say, Mr. Mountbatten! You are daydreaming! You are dreaming. Yes, yes, you are right, I am indeed daydreaming and dreaming now." At this point, he laughed, and the little wizards in the audience also laughed. After laughing for a while, his expression suddenly became extremely serious and earnest: "But - what if we take action?"

"Some people may say that we are too young and the dark wizards won't even look at us straight in the eye. However, in my mother's hometown, there is an immortal philosopher who once said that a small spark can ignite the entire grassland! Although we are young, we are like that spark. One day, we can burn all the poisonous weeds of the dark wizards in this grassland called the magic world!"

(End of this chapter)