I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 25 The So-called Genius

"Okay, Your Highness." The two agreed without hesitation.

Louis tapped the armrest next to the sofa with his finger: "First draw up a list, and hand it to me tonight at the latest."

"Yes."

In the dormitory, Draco was lying on the bed kicking and playing, seeing Louis walking in, he hurriedly got down to say hello.Louis didn't answer either, just staring at him with a sneer incessantly.

Yesterday's account has to be settled.

"What's the matter? Louis?" Draco was a little uneasy, and the roommate in front of him laughed too weirdly.

"What a great thing you did yesterday."

Louis imitated Snape's slow tone, not to mention, the effect was really good, and Draco's little face suddenly became bitter.

"Huh?" Draco was shocked.jpg.

"You were very active in Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday." Under Draco's horrified eyes, Louis chuckled and pulled out his wand: "Let me think about it, the front teeth match a big stick, the fire is hot and grinning , which one do you want better?"

"If possible..." Draco swallowed hard, "I don't want to choose any of them."

"Then you have to give me a reasonable reason." Louis sat opposite Draco, playing with his wand leisurely.

Draco swallowed his saliva like a Jerry mouse, and asked fearfully: "Then... then let me do whatever you want, don't cast a curse on me, please..."

Draco is super cowardly.

"Really anything is fine?" Louis raised his eyebrows.

"It's all right!" Draco said with a heroic look on his face.

"Okay." Louis patted Draco's thigh: "Some new rules and regulations will be drafted in the college. From now on... the first year of Slytherin will be in your hands."

"Me?" Draco was taken aback for a moment, and then exulted: "Ah...what am I supposed to do, it turned out to be this matter, Louis, don't worry."

"This matter looks easy, but don't mess it up." Louis stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't let me down... let's go and eat."

"Okay." Draco agreed eagerly.

Today's Louis is still a day of self-discipline, knocking on the plate, and the house elves will deliver a special nutritious meal, which is exclusive to Master Mountbatten, as Aslow explained to Professor McGonagall.

Very righteous.

There were no Harry and Ron in the auditorium today, and I don't know where the little brothers went to fool around. It must be to celebrate the extra points in potions class today.

Louis only saw Hermione with her shaggy head sipping on toast, which really looked like a little beaver.

Should I say it or not, although Catherine's mouth is a bit poisonous, her description of things is really sharp...

"Good afternoon, Louis." Miss Beaver sat next to Louis with a plate. Draco had a look of disgust on his face, but he dared not speak out.

After all, this is Louis' friend, he can hate Hermione, but he has to give Louis face.

"Good afternoon, Hermione." Louis greeted kindly and gently, folded the napkin diagonally and put it on his lap.

After tidying up his appearance gracefully and calmly, he saw Hermione's tangled little face, and couldn't help but asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just..." Hermione blushed, shaking her two little hands indiscriminately: "I was just thinking about how to ask you..."

In order to make Hermione less nervous, Louis smiled gently: "Is there anything I can do to help you, ma'am?"

"I just... just want to ask you how you practiced magic to such a high level." Hermione's little face was red.

"Me?" Louis thought about it, and replied, "It's just a little bit of talent, plus perseverance—have you seen Hogwarts at three o'clock in the morning? Hermione?"

In fact, the talent of Louis in the system panel is not given by the system, but he is born with it.

Hermione froze, shaking her head.

"People's so-called genius is actually only one percent talent, but they can't see the 90.00% sweat behind the genius." Louis paused, swallowed the food in his mouth, and continued: "There is Talent doesn’t really matter when you’re in the world, as long as you want to be a wizard, even the worst and stupidest wizard, as long as you’re a wizard, that’s enough.”

"Many people have talent and don't work hard, but some people have mediocre talent but work very hard. In the ancient East, there is a saying that the stupid bird flies first... You only see my level of magic spell, but you don't see it. Been my sweat on the spell."

"Effort will not betray yourself. Although it may not be able to achieve your goal, at least the fact that you have worked hard will not make you regret." Louis' Chicken Soup for the Soul is just as easy to come by, and he really thinks so . , whether in the previous life or in this life.

"I see." Hermione's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, she clenched her fists tightly and said firmly, "Thank you, Louis, I understand what I should do."

Then, she left the auditorium happily.

"I don't understand, Louis." After Hermione left, Draco finally couldn't hold back: "Louis, why did you talk to this mud—I mean Muggleborn... why did you talk to her so much."

Louis was not in a hurry to answer his question, but picked up the napkin, dabbed it on the corner of his lips, and said leisurely: "Draco, what do you think of the word 'mudblood'?"

"Dirty, of course..." Draco said subconsciously.

"Then what do you think a pure-blooded family like you should look like?"

"Noble, of course... born noble."

"Look, Draco." Louis replied with a chuckle: "As a noble pure-blood, but you talk about such dirty words... Do you know, Draco, the nobleness you abide by , are ashamed by your words and deeds."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but found that what Louis said made him unable to refute.

"But... do you think Muggle-born wizards should have the same status as us?" Draco asked cautiously, he was really afraid of getting an affirmative answer from Louis.

"Draco, you have to understand one thing." Louis put down the napkin in his hand, and said patiently: "Every one of us, in terms of personality, is equal... Don't rush to refute, even if it is a pure-blood family , not necessarily elegant, like your aunt Bellatrix, do you really think she is a normal person?"

Draco shook his head with a shudder as he recalled the crazy aunt in his family photo.

(End of this chapter)