I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The fifth-level fluorescent flash does not require chanting a spell to cast a spell, but Louis thought it would be better to keep a low profile, so he chanted it anyway.

Even so, it still seems a bit outstanding.

Neville almost fell off due to the overcrowding on the boat. Thanks to Ron's quick eyesight and quick hands, an accident was avoided.

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

It's Snape.

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

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

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

After entering the door and turning right, Snape took Louis to the broom room next to the Great Hall.

"Tell me about it, our outstanding freshman beat his classmates on the train, causing three people to have 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 specially emphasized the two words "outstanding".

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

He didn't just fight randomly, he came prepared.

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

Louis saw Snape's face visibly twitch when Marcus called Neville "snot-nosed." Until he finished listening to the recording, Snape's facial expression was as poker-like and showed no emotion.

"I know, Professor, Mudblood is an extremely vicious name." Louis took back the recorder: "No educated person would call someone that - an outstanding person like Professor should have never experienced this. How does Neville feel?"

Snape slowly looked at Louis with a puzzled look.

"I think the professor has never been called a 'snot-nosed man' and even been humiliated by being hung up and having his pants removed——"

Louis could guarantee that he definitely didn't mean it. He just said it in a hurry. He had no intention of exposing Snape's scars. He swore to the lamp!

"That's enough!" Snape's expression was gloomy, and at the same time, the lights behind him went out with a "Porphy" sound. His voice seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat: "That's enough! Go to the sorting ceremony. Remember, your college will deduct twenty points for your behavior on the train!"

Louis asked innocently: "Well, professor, if I am 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. The old hat had probably finished singing its nonsense song, and Professor McGonagall held its tip and read out the list.

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!" A funny voice sounded, and Louis looked up. A little witch with blond hair and twin tails was happily walking to the seats in the Badger House. The friendly and gentle seniors and sisters of the Badger House greeted her with enthusiastic applause. .

Louis even discovered that there was a fat ghost waving happily to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

The list for the sorting ceremony was arranged by the first letter of the last name, and soon he arrived at his M group.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Louis looked up and saw a brat with light blond hair sitting on a chair. The hat didn't even touch his hair, and he shrilly sorted him into Slytherin.

When no one was 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, and his classmates murmured incessantly with his face that could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people. There was elegance in every move he made, as if he was born in nature - but Louis knew it, and he had learned it subconsciously during the eleven years of hard work in the aristocratic life.

Seeing him sit down in his seat, Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Louis' head.

"Elegance, so elegant." The voice of the hat rang in Louis' ears.

Louis just sat upright, but his next words almost scared him to death.

"Hmm... It seems that the ideas you are exposed to are not in line with this school. I think Nurmengard might be more suitable for you?"

On the staff bench, Principal Dumbledore gradually sat up straight, staring at Louis intently, as if he wanted to see him through.

Louis thought five times in his mind. Why, in addition to the Azkaban Academy, Hogwarts is opening a sixth academy?

are you crazy! This is not a good idea... The people in Azkaban are at best ordinary lunatics or murderers, so who are the people in New Menga? A failed art student in the magical world...

Others went to war if they couldn't get into the Academy of Fine Arts. He went to war if he couldn't get elected as the Minister of Magic.

No matter what, the Nuremberg Tribunal would have to give it a Class A rating.

Even with his back to the faculty bench, Lewis could guess that he was probably being targeted by Dumbledore.

"I can feel your ambition, it's engraved in your bones - don't deny it, kid, maybe you didn't even notice it yourself, ha... just now was just a little joke played by the old hat 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 to himself that I would tolerate even half of what you said. As long as you can assign me to Gryffindor, that would be fine.

"Then..." The hat no longer whispered, but shouted: "Glen..."

Louis was ecstatic, he really came to the pillow when he felt sleepy.

But how can that bad old hat let Louis get what he wants? He changed his voice in a way that caught people off guard: "Slytherin!"

It was so sudden 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."

There was sparse applause 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 to be welcomed by the little snakes. The moment Snape, who was on the staff, heard the result of the sorting, it was as if someone had cast a petrifying spell. It took him a long time to react, with an expression on his face as if he had eaten a fly, and he reluctantly clapped his hands twice. Meaning meaning.

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

Louis walked straight to the Slytherin seat without looking sideways. Looking left and right, I happened to see the blond senior on the train.

He sat next to his senior sister calmly, and a refreshing cold fragrance lingered in his nose.

The Slytherin students stood back slightly, in awe of Louis' actions.

Louis didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He simply said hello, senior sister, and turned around calmly to continue watching the sorting ceremony.

As his eyes passed over the staff chair, Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, attracting Louis' eyes. Then he saw the principal nod slightly in greeting to him, and Louis responded politely.

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 a tarsal bone didn't disappear until Professor McGonagall called Harry's name.

But it didn’t matter. Louis thought to himself about his indifferent character, ordinary background, salty attitude towards life, and ordinary appearance...

It shouldn't be too eye-catching... right?

With the last student being sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally came to an end. After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and sat back down in her seat holding the sorting hat, Principal Dumbledore stood up and stretched out his arms with a smile on his face: "Welcome, everyone is welcome to start a new life at Hogwarts. school year. Before the banquet starts, I want to say a few words, that is: idiot, cry-noser, residue, screw, thank you all."

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

By the time Louis turned around, the senior sister beside him had already put away the books he was reading and was taking small bites of the food in front of him.

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 nuzzled one of Harry's chocolate frogs, so now his stomach was already empty.

The inertia of his eleven-year career as a British aristocrat was undoubtedly terrifying, thanks to the stick coercion of his grandfather Louis Mountbatten Sr., the tireless cramming of education by the court teachers sent by his aunt and godmother, and the education of his sister Diana. Following words and deeds, even though he was starving to death, he still subconsciously adhered to the rigid etiquette and ate slowly.