I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 251 The first day of the new semester

Catherine still didn't want Louis to tell the truth, after all, Emma really couldn't afford it.

After holding the seminar for half the night, and asking Louis about how to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Emma finally let her good son go to sleep quickly.

The cold icy rain outside the window was still slapping randomly on the window, the wind was loud and whistling, and the sound of the wind could be heard clearly even in the corridor.

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

Louis made an unprecedented trip to the auditorium, preparing to study the class schedule. He was debating whether to attend this divination class.

Professor Trelawney is neurotic every day, which is really unlikable.

Sitting at the same table were Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. The three of them had been discussing how to use magical spells to make themselves older, intending to pass the test and participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but their voices It's huge, with no sense of secrecy.

"I told you three to keep your voice down, lest Professor Dumbledore not hear your plan." Louis reminded the three fearless Gryffindor boys.

"Don't worry, we don't worry about being heard." Fred said nonchalantly. He looked at Louis with a smile and asked, "Don't you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament once? You know it happens every five years." As for the big event, you are now in the fourth grade, and you must have graduated when it is held next time..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Louis shrugged: "Besides, Professor Dumbledore has already said that young wizards who are underage to participate in this competition will be in danger of life, and young wizards of our age are not suitable to participate in this competition." kind of competition."

"Just talk nonsense, Louis." George had a look of disbelief on his face: "Just you, you still say that you are not suitable for your age, my God, let alone our sixth grade classmates, even if you are an adult Auror, It is very difficult to deal with you."

"Shh, don't brag." Louis put his index finger on his mouth: "I don't have much strength in the first place, and I'm almost being praised by you. I think you want to praise me..."

"How can it be flattery? We really think so from the bottom of our hearts." Li Qiaodan continued.

"I'm very happy that you can recognize my strength." Louis coughed and changed the subject, "But I don't like the way you speak."

The three of them looked at each other quickly, expressing that they would never blow it again.

Just kidding, if the credits are deducted, there is really no place to cry.

"Then what will Hogwarts do if you don't participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Louis said indifferently: "You have to learn to trust others. There are dragons and tigers hidden in Hogwarts. How can you be sure that no one will stand up and win honor for the school?"

"Then... will Miss Walley participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron asked curiously.

Louis shook his head, saying he didn't know.

He will not stop Catherine from letting her participate in the Triwizard Tournament. It’s okay to go and have fun, and besides, you may not be able to enter if you vote. If there is no accident, the warrior of Hogwarts will be Cedric C. Diggory and Harry Potter two people.

Oh, he remembered, in the original book, Cedric died at the end of the game, so he had to think about it carefully, and he couldn't let him kill so hastily.

Louis had a good impression of him. He was a bright, cheerful boy with a good temper. He had never blushed with anyone, and he was better than Potter.

Thinking of this, Louis couldn't help feeling a little hungry. Just as he was about to talk, Sakuya handed him a piece of buttered garlic bread.

"Do you want to learn magic? Sakuya?" Louis took the bread and looked at Sakuya.

Sakuya was stunned for a moment, and she asked in a low voice: "Didn't I already inherit the profession of stalker, how can I still..."

"Try it." Louis shrugged irresponsibly: "What if you have magic talent? Anyway, these two are not very conflicting."

"Alright." Sakuya nodded and said yes, magic will definitely help her a lot, think about it, what was thrown after the activation time stopped was not a throwing knife, but Avada Kedavra...

It's exciting to think about.

Hermione came over at this moment and handed Louis a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Louis put down the bread in his hand, took the piece of paper, looked at it, and found that it was the advertisement for the organization that treats house-elfs by Hermione...

He put down the hot potato, and encouraged Hermione under her expectant eyes: "Do it well, I believe you can do it, and if necessary, I will give you all support!"

Yes, give her all support except help.

"Thank you, Louis!" Hermione opened her arms and gave Louis a warm hug.

She happily returned to Ron and Harry's side, and raised her chin at Ron in a demonstrative way: "Look, even Louis supports me, and you, as my boyfriend, still oppose me..."

Ron handed over a piece of bread with two pieces of bacon in it with a hippie smile: "Yeah, I will support you too, you see, you know that my head is not working, so I think you are also hungry, eat some something?"

Hermione gave him a helpless look, took the bread and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this moment, there was a fluttering sound overhead, and countless owls flew in through the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail.

A tawny owl swooped down like a Stuka, flew past Louis, and landed in Neville's arms.

"I think he's reminding you not to lose everything this time, Neville." Seamus Finnigan laughed and teased Neville.

The little chubby dun'er blushed, and while muttering that he hadn't lost everything, but his memory was bad, he took the package off the owl's leg.

But the question comes back. Is there a big relationship between forgetfulness and bad memory?
Not far from Louis, Draco's owl landed on him, bringing him refreshments from the Malfoys' house.The first thing he did after unpacking the package was to gather a batch of snacks and bring them to Louis, and gave him some.

"Try it, Louis, this is my mother's handicraft." Draco's expression was shy and expectant.

"Okay, thank you." Louis nodded with a smile, accepted the snack and handed it to Sakuya.

Seeing that Draco hesitated to speak, he asked with concern: "What's the matter Draco, is there something wrong?"

Draco suddenly said: "Ah, no, I just want to ask you, are you really not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Louis didn't rush to answer, but picked up the coffee cup, stirred it with a spoon, and said, "I'm really not interested."

"Then... er, what about Slytherin?" Draco asked quickly, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say so, so he said awkwardly, "Well, that's not what I should ask...that..."

He immediately changed the topic: "Last night's speech was quite successful, and the important spirit was conveyed to the freshmen... In addition, the guests of Durmstrang want to get to know you, look..."

"I can see you some time." Louis nodded with a smile: "Anyway, I have more free time recently."

"Okay, then I'll tell classmate Krum when I get back today." Draco got the exact answer, and finally untied his slightly frowning brows. He had been worried about whether Louis would agree to it just now.

However, it seemed that Louis was in a good mood today, and he did not reject his proposal, so he saved his face anyway.

Today's first class is the herbal medicine class taught by Professor Sprout. It should be said that the whole morning is spent outdoors. After the herbal medicine class, I will go to the protection of magical animals class with Gryffindor.

Louis doesn't have classes in the afternoon, so today is more carefree.

Passing through the wet vegetable field, I came to Greenhouse No. [-], just in time to see Professor Sprout showing a very magical new plant to everyone.

The plants in the wizarding world grow wildly, like mandrakes with strange shapes like twisted and weird dolls, and the plants in front of Professor Sprout are also, they are more like a black, slimy big slug , squirming straight out of the soil, and there are many shiny big bulges on its body, which should be filled with liquid—if you guessed right.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout didn't feel that the plants in front of her could bring psychological shadow to people. She introduced it to the students in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "You need to squeeze it with your hands, just like you squeeze your youth. Like pox, you collect their pus."

Louis looked at the wriggling plants in front of him with some gratitude, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"What did you say?" Seamus Finnigan asked in disgust.

"Pug, Finnigan, pus!" said Professor Sprout. "It's of great value, don't waste it. Listen, you collect the pus in these bottles and wear your Dragonhide Gloves—undiluted babo tuber ichor, which can do extraordinary damage to the skin."

I don't know what Sprout's "extremely high value" refers to. At least Lewis guessed that it should not be rich in nutritional value.

Come to think of it, if Professor Sprout was Mr. Pei, holding this big fat worm-like babo tuber in his hand, and introducing with all seriousness that "this stuff has five times the nutritional value of beef"...

It's a bit livid for the family members.

Speaking of which, Mr. Pei should still be struggling in the special forces now, right?

It was a little surprising that after the pus of the Babo tuber was squeezed out, there was a strong smell of gasoline. Louis looked at the tuber pus in the container and wondered if he would burn them if he threw a fire. lit.

Before get out of class was over, after the students finished running off these tubers, Professor Sprout said with a smile: "Madam Pomfrey should be happy now, who of you don't know what the pus of Babo's tuber does? "

The Slytherins and Hermione raised their hands in unison.

Madam Pomfrey choked for a moment, and looked at the Slytherin students uncertainly. She called on the name of the little chubby Crabbe: "Student Crabbe, tell me, what is the use of the pus from Babo's tuber?"

She thought the Slytherins were trying to save face.

"The pus of the balbo tuber is the best remedy for stubborn acne," replied Crabbe without hesitation.

Professor Sprout clapped his hands and said loudly: "Okay, very good, five points for Slytherin - with these pus, this will stop you from using radical methods to get rid of acne."

"Oh, poor Heloise Midgen," said Hannah Abbott in a low voice. "She tried to spell the pimples out, and accidentally knocked off her own nose..."

Ron shivered, poked Harry, and whispered winkingly, "Look how hard women are to themselves, especially when it's for the sake of beauty... God, I can't do such a thing Son."

"So you're not a woman." After Harry finished speaking, he raised his hands and patted Ron, like two living things.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and everyone left.The students from the four houses walked down the lawn to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was waiting for the students just outside the door of the cabin, holding the hound Fang Fang in one hand, and there were several open wooden boxes at his feet.

When I approached, I could even hear the rattling sound coming from the box, sometimes mixed with the sound of crackling and explosion, but it was very faint.

"Good morning, students!" Hagrid greeted everyone with a smile: "I think there must be new courses in the new semester, and we also need to know new creatures, so—are you ready? I miss you Don't want to miss this one - Dang Dang, Blast-tailed snails!"

"What?" Ron looked at the box with one eye closed.

"The snail," said Hagrid, opening the mouth of the box a little wider, trying to show everyone his masterpiece.

"Yoooo...disgusting!" The first reaction of the female students was to jump a little away and stay away from that so-called "fried-tailed snail".

They saw it right, it was indeed disgusting, um... like a lobster that has been shelled, if I had to use an adjective, it would be very restrained, off-white, with a slimy body, and many more Tentacles really make people lose san value.

Moreover, the smell of these snails is not very good, exuding a very strong smell of ammonia, and occasionally a spark will be ejected from the tail of a snail, followed by a soft sound, and the ejection starts to spray a few inches.

Louis understood a bit. This kind of thing should be explained by scientific principles. They seem to be spraying a flammable gas like methane from their buttocks-this can also explain the strong ammonia smell. , and then run forward by the same principle as propulsion.

Where have you seen this kind of thing?After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Louis remembered that there was a similar monster in such a movie.

(End of this chapter)