I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 6 If you fail the exam, World War II!

Level [-] fluorescent flashes didn't require chanting to cast spells, but Louis felt that it was better to keep a low profile, so he recited it anyway.

Even so, it still seems a bit out of the ordinary.

Neville almost fell off the boat because it was too crowded.Thanks to Ron's sharp eyesight and quick hands, an accident was avoided.

To Louis' surprise, there was not only Professor McGonagall at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, but also a middle-aged man with greasy hair and hooked nose.

It was Snape.

"Mr. Louis Mountbatten, please follow me." Snape's greasy voice interrupted Louis' thoughts.

Louis suddenly realized that this old bat...Professor Snape was waiting for him.

He came out obediently, and followed Snape into the castle under the worried eyes of Harry, Ron and Neville.

Turning right through the door, Snape led Louis into the broom closet next to the Great Hall.

"Tell me about our outstanding freshman—beating up his classmates on the train, causing three broken arms." Snape had a sinister smile on his face: "You who have studied in a Muggle school should Knowing the consequences of beating a classmate, I think our outstanding Mr. Lewis will give me a reasonable explanation, what do you think?"

He specifically bites the accent on the two "outstanding."

"Of course, Professor." Louis bowed politely, and slowly took out a recording pen.

He didn't fight randomly, he came prepared.

Under Snape's puzzled gaze, Louis pressed the play button.

When Marcus called Neville "the snot", Louis saw Snape's face visibly twitch.Until the end of the recording, Snape's facial expressions were like poker, with no emotion.

"I know, Professor, Mudblood is an extremely vicious name." Louis took back the recording pen: "Any educated person would not call others like this-an outstanding person like Professor should never have experienced it. How does Neville feel?"

Snape slowly looked at Louis with a puzzled look.

"I don't think the professor has ever been called a 'snot man', and was humiliated by hanging up his pants—"

Louis can assure you that he definitely didn't do it on purpose, he just rushed to this point, he didn't intend to expose Snape's scar at all, he swears to the lamp!
"Enough!" Snape's complexion was uncertain, and at the same time, the lights behind him went out with a "pow".His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat: "Enough! Go to the sorting ceremony, remember, your college will deduct [-] points for your behavior on the train!"

Louis asked naively: "Then, Professor, if I'm assigned to your college—"

"A reckless troll like you... will only be assigned to Gryffindor." Snape said firmly.

When Louis came to the auditorium, the sorting ceremony happened to begin.Probably the old hat had finished its nonsense song, and Professor McGonagall was pulling its point and reading the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" A funny voice sounded, Louis looked up and saw a little witch with blond hair and two ponytails happily walking towards a seat in Badger House, the friendly and gentle seniors of Badger House gave her warm applause .

Louis even spotted a fat ghost waving happily to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The list for the sorting ceremony was arranged alphabetically, and it soon reached his M group.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Louis glanced up to see a blond-haired brat sitting in a chair, the hat not even touching his hair, and shrillly sorted him into Slytherin.

When everyone was not paying attention, Malfoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Louis Mountbatten!"

Professor McGonagall called Louis' name.

Louis walked through the side door of the auditorium. His face, which could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people, made the students whisper.He moves with elegance, as if he was born in nature - but Louis knows it hard, which he has learned through 11 years of bitter aristocratic career.

Seeing that he was sitting in his seat, Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat in his hand on Louis' head.

"Elegant, it's so elegant." The hat's voice sounded in Louis' ear.

Louis just sat upright, but the next sentence almost didn't scare him to death.

"Hmm... It seems that the ideas you have come into contact with are not suitable for this school. I think Nurmengard may be more suitable for you?"

On the faculty seat, Headmaster Dumbledore gradually sat up straight, staring at Louis for a moment, as if he wanted to see him thoroughly.

Five full stops crossed Louis' mind. Why, besides Azkaban Academy, Hogwarts will open a sixth college?
are you crazy!This is not good for distribution... Azkaban detains at most ordinary insane or murderers, so who is Numengaderi detaining?A failed art student in the magic world...

Others will go to World War II if they don't get into the Academy of Fine Arts, and he will go to war if he doesn't get elected as the Minister of Magic.

In the Nuremberg Tribunal, it must be sentenced to a Class A Class A class.

Even if Louis turned his back to the faculty seat, he could guess that he was probably being targeted by Dumbledore now.

"I can feel your ambition, it's carved into your bones - don't deny it, kid, maybe you didn't even notice it yourself, ha... just now it was just a little joke that the old hat played on you. .”

"Gryffindor? Well... you have unparalleled courage, a child of noble birth, but... well, believe me, even Godric himself does not have such courage."

Louis thought I'd put up with half of what you said, as long as I could be assigned to Gryffindor, that would be fine.

"Then..." The hat stopped whispering, but shouted: "Gran..."

Louis was ecstatic, he would come to pillow when he was really sleepy.

But how can that bad old hat get Louis what he wants?He changed his voice and changed his direction so that people were caught off guard: "Slytherin!"

It was such a sudden show that Louis almost broke his waist.The moment Professor McGonagall picked up the hat, he whispered to the Sorting Hat: "I remember this favor, Mr. Hat."

Sparse applause resounded from the Slytherin seats. Louis was not the pure-blood they were looking for, and he might not even be a half-blood wizard. It was strange that he was welcomed by the little snakes.As for Snape, who was on the staff, when he heard the results of the sorting, he seemed to have been cast with a petrification spell. It took him a long time to react, with an expression on his face as if he had eaten a fly, and reluctantly slapped him twice. Meaning.

Ron and Harry, who had not yet been sorted, whispered, regretting that Louis was not sorted into Gryffindor.

Louis didn't look sideways all the way, and walked straight to the Slytherin seat.Looking around, I happened to see the blond senior on the train.

He sat down beside his senior sister, a refreshing fragrance lingered in his nostrils.

The Slytherins leaned back slightly, awed by Louis' behavior.

Louis didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but simply said hello senior, then turned around calmly and continued to watch the sorting ceremony.

As he glanced over the faculty seat, Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, drawing Louis's gaze.Afterwards, I saw Mr. Principal bowing his head slightly to greet him, and Louis also politely returned the salute.

How could he not understand that he was being targeted by Lao Deng.

Yes, and Snape.

Why was he so sure, because the coolness like tarsus maggots didn't disappear until Professor McGonagall called Harry's name.

But it doesn't matter, Louis thought to himself about his indifferent personality, ordinary background, attitude towards life like salted fish, and ordinary appearance...

It shouldn't be too noticeable... right?

With the last student being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony was finally over.After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, grabbed the sorting hat and sat back in her seat, the headmaster Dumbledore stood up and stretched out his arms with a smile on his face: "Welcome, everyone, welcome to Hogwarts to start a new life! School year. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, which are: stupid, sneeze, dregs, screw, thank you all."

"Now, let the banquet begin!" With the movement of his hands, the table in front of each student was filled with sumptuous food.

When Louis turned around, the senior beside her had already put away the books she was reading and was sipping the food in front of her.

He was also a little hungry after a bumpy day in the car - he only ate half of Ron's sandwich in the car, and rubbed Harry a chocolate frog, and now his stomach was already empty.

The inertia of the 11-year career of the British aristocracy is undoubtedly terrible, thanks to the coercion of his grandfather Louis Mountbatten Sr., the court teacher sent by his aunt and godmother to tirelessly force-feed duck education, and his sister Diana’s precepts and deeds , even if he is starving to death now, he subconsciously abides by the rigid etiquette and eats slowly.

(End of this chapter)