I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 112 There Can Be Only One Cloud Over Slytherin's Head
In order to reflect his own fairness, Professor Sprout decided to give it a random shot.

She closed her eyes and casually pointed at the roster, pointing to Crabbe's name.

"Mr. Vincent Crabbe, please answer this question." Professor Sprout said.

I didn't think much about the roll call, but after the roll call, Professor Sprout, who is always kind and kind, couldn't help but start to worry, what if the child couldn't answer the questions and felt embarrassed, and whether it would affect his mentality.

But there is no way to take back the name that was given out. Professor Sprout can only secretly hope that the child has read a little bit of the book. She has already decided that even if Crabbe gets half of the answers correct, no, she will give the child a correct answer. Slytherin added a bit of meaning.

And Hermione was still nervous about being robbed of her chance to speak, but when she heard that it was that little fat guy Crabbe, she couldn't help but make up her mind.

If it was Draco, she might still worry about whether the other party answered correctly and take extra points, but Crabbe?Crabbe, a fat brother, only knows how to fish and eat fragrant chicken in class every day. How can he learn, let alone answer questions as tall as mandrakes.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but lean back tactically, looking at Crabbe with a confident posture.

But Crabbe really opened her eyes to her.

"Mandrake root, also called Mandrake root, is a powerful restorative." Crabbe replied as easily as if he had eaten Doraemon's memory bread: "Used to treat deformed people or It is the man under the spell who returns to his original state."

"Very good, Slytheringa is very good!" Professor Sprout was overjoyed. There was such a surprise that a student who had always been dull was enlightened. For a serious and responsible teacher, there is nothing happier than this something happened.Her chubby face was filled with a joyful smile: "Mandrakes are an important part of most antidotes, but they are also dangerous. Can anyone explain why!"

Crabbe was throwing his hands up with the usual speed of grabbing food.

"Hearing the cries of the mandrake will cause people to faint, and in severe cases, they will die." He blurted out impatiently.

"Very good, very good!" Professor Sprout couldn't help clapping his hands: "It seems that you have really prepared your homework well, and Slytherin will add ten points."

Crabbe was overjoyed. For the first time in his life, he was praised by the teacher.

"If you don't mind, can you share your learning experience with everyone, dear Mr. Crabbe?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Uh, this is actually all thanks to His Royal Highness Louis." After all, Crabbe was still a child, so he immediately confessed to Louis: "Your Highness shared with us a lot of learning methods, and we have benefited a lot...here, just For example, Gregory and I, we are roommates, and we will always check our homework when we have nothing to do, for example, when he went to bed to wash up yesterday, he asked about the effect of my mandrake."

He paused for a while to rest, and continued: "To be honest, I didn't fully remember this answer, so I strengthened my impression before going to bed, and read it again when I was eating this morning, so that I can be fluent to answer your question."

Now Crabbe's mentality has completely changed. The teacher's affirmation has made him experience a feeling he has never experienced before. This is an enjoyment that fishing and eating cannot bring him. Now he even begins to like studying a little bit.

After all, no one wants to deduct points from the academy, and everyone wants to add points to the academy.

"One more point for your honesty. It seems that Slytherin has really changed a lot under Mr. Mountbatten's management... So, is your whole house like this?" Professor Sprout finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Should, maybe, almost...

Hufflepuffs are really being left behind on all fronts.

Crabbe glanced at Louis apprehensively, and after seeing him nodding, he heaved a sigh of relief, and replied, "That's right, Professor Sprout." At the end, he added with a silly smile: "Study is really a big thing." An interesting thing."

What he said was so ridiculous that the entire Gryffindor House looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Think about it, there is a classmate in your class who has always been the tail of the crane. Every day, he plays on his mobile phone in class, sleeps in and skips class at night. Suddenly one day he says that he loves to study, and he wears glasses and holds a book in his hand to read in class. Answer questions more positively than anyone else——

Think about it, do you have to think that some comet hit the earth to make him like this?
The Gryffindor students are in this mood now, and they look at Louis with a little more reverence in their eyes.

To be able to carve a piece of rotten wood into this shape, Louis is also considered a scorpion-the only one.

"Very good, Mr. Mountbatten." Sprout gave a thumbs up, and then she said to her classmates, "Look, our mandrakes here are still very young."

She pointed to a row of dark flower pots, and everyone moved closer to get a better look.Professor Sprout asked everyone to take a pot and take it back to their place, and gave everyone a pair of earmuffs.

"When I tell you to put them on, be sure to cover your ears tightly!" Professor Sprout said. "When it is safe to remove the earmuffs, I will give two thumbs up."

Everyone did as they said, and Louis didn't dare to neglect, and quickly put on his earbags.

The sound insulation effect of the earbags is particularly good. Louis immediately found that the outside sound was completely isolated. Watching Hermione and Ron in Gryffindor chatting opposite was as funny as watching a pantomime—because Hermione was talking to Ron. En punched three times in the chest.

From the looks of it, he definitely said something that shouldn't have been said, which offended Hermione.

Professor Sprout put on a pair of earmuffs, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the Mandrake.

A strange thing happened, the earbags with excellent sound insulation effect were useless at this time, an extremely subtle but very shrill scream instantly penetrated the earbags, piercing the eardrums of the person with some pain.

The roots of the mandrake are like babies, but they are dry, sloppy, and not round at all.

Professor Sprout took a large flower pot from under the table, stuffed the Mandrake doll in it, and covered it with moist dark compost until only the clump of leaves remained.She patted the dirt on her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and then took off her earmuffs.

"Our mandrakes are just seedlings, and hearing their cries won't kill you." Her tone was very calm, as if she was not transplanting dangerous plants, but watering a cactus just now: "However, it Will put you in a coma for a few hours, I don't think any of you want to miss your first day of school, so make sure you wear earmuffs while you're at work, and I'll try to get your attention when it's time to pack up. "

Ron whispered to Harry, "Oh my God, I wish it was Snape's Potions class later, so I could hear the Mandrake cry and make myself miss Potions class."

"You still have to learn, Ron." Harry didn't agree with his good friend's point of view: "You can only escape once, but you can't escape forever."

"Okay, then I'll try my best to study hard." Ron was actually just trying to make fun of it. His best friend Harry worked so hard in his studies, but he was actually too embarrassed to show off.

Meng Mu's principle of choosing neighbors is universal, and some people are really like this, and she is just like the people around her.

Under Sprout's signal, everyone put on the earmuffs again, and prepared to start transplanting mandrakes.

Louis pinched the leaves of the mandrake, took a deep breath and squeezed it vigorously, pulled out the doll and brought out the mud.

It's really ugly when you look at it up close. It's really not as good as the ginseng fruit doll in the TV series.

The mandrake doll screamed and struggled in Louis's hands, stretching its arms and kicking its legs. Louis looked a little thankful, and secretly added an electric arc to his hand. The doll trembled and hurriedly broke away from Louis. hand, jumped into the basin by himself, stretched out something like a hand and pointed to his head.

Louis dumped the compost into the flower pot, and the mandrake tactfully leveled the compost up to almost the neck level, and left the rest to Louis.

Very interesting, Louis thought.

It seems that growing mandrakes is not difficult.

Turning around, Draco's finger was bitten by a mandrake.

Louis shook his head, indicating that he didn't see it.

You said that you owe it to yourself to stick your finger to someone's mouth...

Neville didn't pass out like in the movie, seeing how he picked up the mandrake and stuffed it back skillfully, he was really quite skilled.

Louis even saw a faint orange halo flashing on his body.

"(Low-level talents have been blocked), herbalism (15), swordsmanship (18)"

Louis was startled, that's right, isn't the objective of this mission coming soon?It's time to develop a path that suits Neville!
After finally getting out of class, the students from the two colleges were all disheveled, like yam eggs just pulled out of the ground.

Sputrow looked at the departing Slytherin students, and began to think carefully about the suitable candidate in his heart—who should take the lead in bringing the new gospel to Hufflepuff students.

The course is very tight, the tasks are heavy, and the next class is extremely tight - it is still the Transfiguration class with Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall was waiting in the classroom early on. To Louis' regret, Professor McGonagall did not turn into a cat.

Professor McGonagall has been stern-faced since the students entered the classroom, especially after Ron and Harry crushed the beetles that were handed out--the requirement of this class is to turn beetles into buttons-Professor McGonagall His face became more and more gloomy.

After reprimanding the two idiot brothers, there was another bong sound beside him. Louis saw that Professor McGonagall was obviously trembling with fright, and when he turned his head to look, it was Seamus who turned the beetle into a miniature bomb.

It has to be said that this is actually a kind of talent.

Deducting two points from Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall felt more and more that these students were ignorant, so she walked to Slytherin's side.

As a result, every Slytherin student successfully and perfectly turned the beetle into a button. Draco, who has always been careless in the transformation class, turned the button into a perfect one-there was even a coiled thread on it. wearing golden snake.

Professor McGonagall was overjoyed and gave Slytherin ten points on the spot - as a commendation for their collective performance.

The class on Monday is very tight, just after lunch and taking a nap that is not enough, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is ushered in.

Louis's resentment, last semester was still acting professor, this semester returned overnight to before liberation.

uncomfortable.

Harry didn't seem very happy, because he was pestered for a long time by that elementary school boy, Colin Creevey, at noon.

He is a very good-tempered person, and he is too embarrassed to say anything about Creevey's entanglement.

Due to Lockhart's personal excessive narcissism, almost all of the book lists this guy gave to his classmates were his "writings".Each classmate was holding seven books, which were really heavy for young wizards - Lockhart's books were all hardcover editions with thick covers, and the weight was definitely not light.

After the whole class was seated, Lockhart came late, he cleared his throat to silence everyone, walked up to Neville who was sitting in the first row, picked up the "Walking with Trolls" and held it in his hand , showing a photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"Me." He pointed at his photo, blinking greasyly like himself in the photo: "Gideroy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, five-time honoree Witcher Weekly Award for Most Charming Smile, but I won't talk about that, I didn't drive Baron away with a charming smile!"

He was there waiting for everyone to laugh with him, but only a few people responded to him.

Ron whispered to Harry, "But he's already talking about his crap."

"I see you all bought my complete set, which is great, but my sister Tifa won't be at Hogwarts until next week, so... I thought we'd do a little quiz today, no Scared, just to see how much you have read and understood Gilderoy Lockhart's works..."

He picked up a stack of test papers, distributed them to the students one by one, and then returned to the podium, "I'll give you three and 10 minutes," he said, "Then...start now!"

Louis looked at the paper, and there were all kinds of boring questions written on it.

It was completely fan-oriented, like asking him about his favorite color, secret ambitions, and biggest achievements, and it filled three pages.

The last question is actually a special essay question: When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, what do you think is his ideal birthday present?Please try to explain your reasons.

Louis frowned, he already had a problem with Lockhart, and now he was getting more and more disliked by him.

He cleared his throat and leaned back in the chair with folded arms.

Seeing his actions, the Slytherin students put down the test papers in their hands and the Slytherin silver snake pen customized by Louis in unison. Or with their arms leaning on the table, anyway, no one paid any attention to Lockhart's test papers.

(End of this chapter)