I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 35
Time flies, Halloween is coming soon.Professor Snape finally showed his fangs—announced the monthly exam in the sixth grade Potions class.

The seventh grade is relatively busy, so I didn't take them to play.Besides, they have already been stereotyped, and there is no need to mess with their mentality.

As soon as the news came out, except for Slytherin House, the whole school was in an uproar.

They didn't expect that Snape, who is a professor and the dean, would come, cheat, come, and suck them, a group of underage wizards.

Is this okay?This is not good, the little wizards really want to persuade Professor Snape to ask for rat tail juice and think about it, but because they are too afraid of the venom spewed by Professor Snape, no one has any objection, except Hufflepuff's Sp Dean Lauter complained that even Professor McGonagall was very supportive of Professor Snape's monthly exam plan.

When he "accidentally" heard Louis discussing Slytherin's self-study plan with Catherine in the corridor, Professor McGonagall pretended to look around, but his ears were pricked up. Slytherin had exactly the same plan.

Anyway, she was free and didn't want to go back to that sad house in Hogsmeade, and she had plenty of time to torment the Gryffindor cubs.

Ron was very annoyed. He and Harry complained to Louis more than once, trying to make the instigator eat three catties of slugs.

Louis resisted the urge to deal with the two of them, and kept saying in his heart: I will fight with you.

With the help of Catherine, Louis's magic also improved by leaps and bounds. Most of the spells had broken through the fifth level, and the armor protection had improved the most, reaching the eighth level.

But he still can't defeat Catherine, unless he fights with his life.

But senior sister treats him so well, it seems that there is no need to fight with her life.

His relationship with Catherine is also growing day by day.

Flying class... In order to avoid exposing his ignorant weakness in flying, he chose to skip class.

As a result, he was caught by Professor Dumbledore and asked him to eat several small cockroaches.

After some cordial exchanges, Dumbledore finally agreed to Louis' request not to take flying lessons. Who made him a good talker?

Sitting in the principal's office, he patted the 3000 million pound check in his pocket, feeling that Hogwarts' food expenses for decades had come too easily.

On Professor Quirrell's side, Voldemort seems to be training him on purpose, teaching him a lot of black magic, and even mysteriously taught him the Imperius Curse yesterday.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, he understood this truth, Voldemort seemed to be boiling a frog in warm water, trying to lure himself into the abyss of depravity bit by bit.

Needless to say, he also needs to be grateful to Voldemort - after all, a lot of magic can't even be found in the restricted area, especially the Imperius Curse.

This is one of the three unforgivable curses together with the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

"So, is that why you reported Professor Quirrell?" Principal Dumbledore shrugged.

Louis looked upright, and nodded very firmly: "Yes, professor, he actually taught students the Unforgivable Curse. This kind of behavior is simply...it is..."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, just sat there, watching Louis perform calmly.

I just watched you pretending to be aggressive quietly, and never bothered you.

"It's just crazy." He saw that Louis was looking at him expectantly, and what he said was right for a principal.

"Yes, insane." Louis agreed with the principal's statement: "I always feel that Professor Quirrell is plotting against me, as if deliberately luring me astray."

"This is a very serious accusation, Louis." Dumbledore sat upright, and added a glass of sugar-free lemonade to Louis: "I really don't understand, you have lost your happiness at such a young age, oh, I really can't accept that in life There is no sugar present."

"That's why people call you Old Bee in private." Louis rolled his eyes and complained.

"It's a cute name, isn't it?" Dumbledore smiled mischievously, and also took out a glass of lemonade: "Since you don't want sugar, I added the portion that originally belonged to you... Well, alas, It is too sweet."

His white beard trembled, and he dug out a pile of cockroaches from the drawer, pulled a cockroach from the pile and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Sometimes, I think you are more like a white-fronted tall spider." Louis tried not to make a disgusted expression: "In places with low latitudes, there is such a kind of spider, which grows very large and has a very shy personality. But they like to eat cockroaches."

For a moment, Louis forgot how to say it in English. What he said was the Latin name of the white-fronted tall-footed spider.

"However, the title of Old White-fronted Tallfoot Spider... well, it's a bit too convoluted." Dumbledore didn't mind the fact that the students were giving him nicknames, and instead discussed it with him in an orderly manner.

"Then, professor, let's not change the subject - you actually know that Professor Quirrell is suspicious, right?" Louis tried to cut Lao Deng's middle lane.

Dumbledore continued to eat the pile of cockroaches noncommittally.

Louis took out a card from his pocket, in order not to cause any bad influence - after all, there are so many portraits in the principal's office - he wrote on the card: "Then you let Voldemort enter Hogwarts, Are you not afraid that he will really jump over the wall in a hurry?"

Dumbledore took the card, glanced at the content on it, raised his head suddenly, and two brilliant lights flickered behind the half-moon glasses, as if trying to see through Louis' heart.

Soon, a kind and kind old urchin-like expression was restored: "I have to admit, your sense of smell is very keen... When did you find it?"

"At the sorting ceremony, Professor." Louis lied, but he actually knew about it N years ago.

But it didn't prevent him from continuing to lie without blushing: "Harry said that when he stared at Professor Snape, his scar hurt...but the love and hatred between Professor Snape and his elders... how could it be possible? Will continue to mess with Voldemort?"

"I thought about it carefully. It was Professor Quirrell who was sitting next to Professor Snape, and his back was facing Potter. Therefore, I suspected that Voldemort was not completely dead, and he was probably parasitized in Quirrell. Professor, otherwise Harry's scar would never hurt."

As he spoke, he took out Jerry, who had struggled for a long time, from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Excellent judgment, Louis." Dumbledore took out a cockroach candy and handed it to Jerry.

Jerry sniffed with disgust, and finally smelled something sweet.He opened his eyes and closed his eyes to look at the old man in front of him, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find any evil intentions in him, so he opened his mouth wide, swallowed the struggling cockroach in one gulp, and chewed it. After a few hiccups, I swallowed into my stomach.

The swallowed object was still very unscientific and magically thumped down his throat and landed in his stomach, brought his stomach to hit the table and bounced back to its original shape.

"As for Voldemort's matter..." Dumbledore thought for a while, and finally turned into a sigh: "Forget it, you are also one of ours now, and there is no need to hide it from you... My original intention was to let him Give Harry a run for his time and hopefully he can grow after what he's been through."

(End of this chapter)