I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 The French Tabloids
"That's right, to distinguish a person's good from bad, we must first start with his character, not because of his origin." Louis sat upright, and continued to tell Draco in a soft voice: "So I say, everyone starts from the personality. There are equals in society, there are wicked and good pure-bloods, and so are Muggle-borns - and at the same time, we have to recognize that everyone will never be equal in position."

"But it's just an ordinary person's point of view, and it's the most simple point of view."

Lewis paused, and continued: "And what I want to teach you is another angle that suits your identity and status... Oh my God, I really don't know what your father taught you..."

"My father is very strict with me. He just told me about the glory of pure blood. He never told me so much." Draco's words were a little aggrieved.

"As a pure-blood family, since you claim to be noble, you can't do things according to your temperament." Louis said with a smile: "We have to look at the essence through the phenomenon, to see the most essential characteristics of things...you What do you think is the most important thing to your Malfoy family?"

"Is it... glory?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"No, it's benefits." Louis saw that he didn't understand, so he patiently explained to him: "Let me put it more simply, the candies your mother sends you on weekdays are bought by your Malfoy family through various channels." It is converted from the benefits obtained."

"Whether we treat people or things well, your attitude towards them cannot be determined by your temporary likes and dislikes—think about it, if Miss Granger can bring your family an income of one thousand gold galleons a year, you How would you feel about her?"

Draco thought for a while and replied, "I'll try to accept her."

"Then what if Miss Granger can bring your family an income of [-] Galleons a year?"

"She'll be a good friend of mine."

"Then... what if Miss Granger can bring your family an income of one hundred thousand Galleons a year?"

Draco thought about it carefully, and replied, "I think even my father would give up his prejudice against her."

"So, what if it's 100 million Galleons?"

This time Draco didn't even think about it, and said directly: "The smart and lovely Miss Granger will be the permanent guest of the Malfoy family."

Didn't realize you had French tabloid blood?
"That's it, for the sake of your insignificant 'bloodline' point of view, and abandoning a hen that lays golden eggs... Think about it, if your family that has always been hostile learns about this, it will What do you think of you?"

"Who is our friend and who is our enemy, this is the question we need to think carefully."

"Everyone has value, Draco." Louis said at the end, shaking Draco's three views again with one sentence: "If your aunt Bella——can be my faithful white glove, then... I will use up all my connections to wash her into a silly, sweet, good witch."

"People like us, purely good or bad, don't have any reference meaning for us. What we need is... the value they can create for us, this is the criterion you should judge whether a person should contact .”

"Think about it, Draco, if you're still as arrogant as that, I think... I'll reconsider whether you're worth being my friend."

After speaking, Louis stood up, leaving Draco with a thoughtful face behind, and leisurely returned to the Slytherin lounge.

What Louis didn't know was that Draco sat in the auditorium for a full noon, and even spent the whole afternoon, writing a long letter to his parents and handing it to the owl to send home.

But that wasn't what he cared about. In the Slytherin lounge after dinner, the latest Slytherin policy was posted.

Snape's efficiency is still acceptable, especially in the Academy Cup, which is obviously very focused.

And Samir and Marcus also sent Louis the list of managers selected for each school year in time.

"Just call the monitor."

Louis looked through the list of candidates for the seven school years and finalized their new title.Seeing that Samir was still hesitant to speak, Louis frowned and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Yes." Samir nodded, and hesitatingly said, "That... Catherine Worley, a third-year student, she..."

"I understand what you mean." Louis nodded: "You don't need to worry about her."

"Yes." Samir said again: "There is also Patrick in the sixth grade...he is also more difficult to deal with."

"Then how did you become the chief?" Louis was speechless for a while.

"He is from the Black family. He has been an exchange student in Durmstrang some time ago, and he just returned to Hogwarts yesterday."

Samir thought for a while, and then added: "He has an arrogant personality, and his strength is no less than that of Miss Worley. In short... he is a difficult guy to deal with."

"Well, I see." Louis unwrapped a piece of lemon sherbet and stuffed it into his mouth: "Just follow the regulations, starting today, and the Slytherin lounge is big enough, remember to allocate areas according to the school year .”

"Yes, Your Highness."

Louis had already gotten through with Catherine on the way back yesterday, and she didn't resist the two hours of self-study in the lounge every day.

But the premise is that Louis went to talk to him about this matter. If someone else is afraid, he will suffer a Fuchsia or even Fiercefire Curse.

As the bully of the school, he is relatively free, studying with his classmates, and he just wants to play a leading role.He was sitting beside Catherine, not to mention, while reading a book, he sniffed the scent of orchid and musk on Catherine's body, and he really had a feeling of "reading at night with red sleeves and fragrance".

But the entrance of the college suddenly became noisy, which disturbed his good interest in studying.He frowned and looked. There was a circle of people outside. Catherine, who was interrupted from studying, was also in a bad mood. The two looked at each other, stood up and walked over there.

"It's Patrick Black and his friend Cesar." The senior's exquisite eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she hated this person.

"You know?" Louis asked interestedly.

"Well..." Catherine said with strong disgust in her tone, "This man... is too arrogant, I don't like it—but he is very powerful."

"Oh? Compared with you?"

"If I don't use leaves, I might not be his opponent." Catherine replied honestly: "I heard that he has an unparalleled talent for black magic, presumably... in Durmstrang, he should also learn systematically Some dark magic... I'm not sure."

(End of this chapter)