I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 32 I am ashamed, I only made a small contribution (recommended monthly pass for follow-up reading)
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "Did you think of a solution so quickly?"

It seems that he doesn't care about Patrick Black's life or death.

In fact, he also knew about Patrick's evil deeds in school, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to Durmstrang as an exchange student—if it wasn't for Phineas' face, he would have been expelled a long time ago up.

It would be nice to have someone worse to clean him up.

But he is also very concerned about Louis' mental state now, it would be bad if he becomes the next Tom.

Naturally, Louis didn't know about Dumbledore's psychological activities. He said: "In order to carry out and implement your important spirit, Professor Snape and I based on the current situation, made overall plans, and finally decided that it is a good idea to reform the academic policies of each college. It's a relatively difficult thing, you don't think that Professor McGonagall will follow my suggestion and let the students add two self-study classes?"

"Well, you're right." Principal Dumbledore nodded, and asked again: "Then how did you do it?"

"So, considering the current situation, I decided to use Snape's status as a Potions teacher to implement a policy in the school-that is, to conduct monthly exams, mid-term exams, and end-of-semester exams. The final exams, based on the test scores, add points for individuals and schools."

"In this way, the Slytherin who flew first will definitely get good grades in the first month's exam. If the deans of other houses don't want to give up the House Cup, they will definitely follow up on this policy. too far."

"In this way, our plan has initially succeeded." Louis made the final summary: "I'm ashamed, I just made a very small contribution."

Dumbledore looked at Louis and suddenly discovered a terrifying fact.

If this kid develops towards the evil way, it will be much more difficult than Voldemort. Although his methods are a little immature, he can't stand the real successor of the shit-stirring stick...

As we all know, one of the people who are best at politics in the world is a Sirisian from the far east, and the other is Daiying.

Sooner or later there will be room for him to exercise and develop.

Dumbledore felt that it was necessary to have a good chat with him.

"Have you heard of Voldemort?" Dumbledore's tone seemed to be asking Amway.

"How could you not know, Professor." Louis looked at Dumbledore with a look of dementia: "Professor, you really need to eat less sugar, your thinking is starting to slow..."

"Oh, did you?" Dumbledore thought belatedly, how could there be a wizard who didn't know about Voldemort—even if he didn't read the book, he should have heard it from his classmates.

Louis smacked his lips and said with a little disgust: "Voldemort's magical attainments should be fine, but... Professor, don't you think his style is very low?"

"Huh?" This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be puzzled. This was the first time he had heard such a statement... Huh, Voldemort has a low style?It's a strange angle.

"I feel like he has some serious illness. How can normal people be like this..." Louis didn't notice that Jerry crept out of his jacket pocket and slid down his robe to the ground like a slide, sneaking He poked his head towards the Sorting Hat.

"Professor, if you are worried that I will become his kind of person... I can't understand it. After all, I was a bit harsh on Senior Black yesterday, but..." Louis put down the lemon juice in his hand and said seriously: "Professor, you are completely Don't worry too much, I have a grandfather who loves me, uncles and aunts, and so many good friends, and the family is not short of money. Do you think I am full of food to be such a terrorist? "

"You're right." Dumbledore smiled, his white beard with braids trembling: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, your rat is crawling towards the Sorting Hat."

Louis looked back at Jerry who was climbing up, and reminded without looking back: "It seems that you should be worried, Professor? After all, this old hat is not mine..."

Indeed, why is he panicking, the Sorting Hat is not his...

"Gryffindor!" The old hat who was dozing off yelled, causing Jerry to roll over and fall to the ground in fright. With the crisp sound of the cymbals, Jerry fell into a mouse.

Louis walked over and picked up Jerry's tail and flicked it twice to restore it. Dumbledore looked at Jerry with interest and asked, "This should be the mouse in the cartoon, if I remember correctly. , should his name be Jerry?"

"Yes, professor." Louis patted Jerry on the head, signaling him not to run around—a ruthless idea suddenly came to his mind.

Anyway, they are all called Tom. Do you want Jerry to toss and toss Professor Quirrell?I happen to be going to Professor Quirrell's office tomorrow, so I have to keep an eye on him no matter what?

"What a miraculous mouse." Dumbledore shook his beard and said, "I didn't expect the Sorting Hat to sort him into Gryffindor. If you ask me, he should go to another house."

"Where?" Not only Louis, but even Jerry looked at Dumbledore with his beard shaking.

"Azkaban." After speaking, Dumbledore also smiled: "Of course, if people are sent to Azkaban because of pranks, I think the Weasley twins have been there for two years."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore's expression was a little bit sad.

"Oh, really, I used to run into the two of them at night. I don't know why, but suddenly one day I can't meet them again." Dumbledore's tone was full of regret.

So you ran into me and senior sister?Louis slandered inwardly, keeping a smile on his face.

"Okay, I have nothing to do here, you can go back." Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes were hidden behind the shiny half-moon lenses, and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

In the previous life, when I read fanfiction, it was said that Principal Dumbledore likes to use Legilimency on students—this kind of statement is somewhat nonsense. A hundred-year-old man is still a wizard known as the White Demon King. He has been in high positions all year round. It's weird not to see what's written on a teenager's face.

If he was so shameless, would there still be Voldemort?

Don't talk about others, just talk about his grandfather Louis, even if he has two lifetimes of experience, he can easily be penetrated by his grandfather's thoughts.

In the words of the old man, I eat more salt than you eat, can I not know what you are thinking?
"Okay, then I'll go back first, Professor." Louis put Jerry back into his coat pocket, turned around and left, without taking a cloud with him.

On the way, he glanced at the portrait. Phineas was still tied to the chair and kicked his legs indiscriminately, so embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)