Given that Louis's celery and coriander were not very clear about the level of herbalism, he did not get extra points in class.

On the contrary, it was Miss Hermione, a jack-of-all-trades, who was trying to add points to Gryffindor, and the red-eyed Draco kept pouting.

In fact, it is just a joke that can't distinguish coriander and celery, and the difficulty of herbalism is not in identifying, but in how to feed the herbs.

In the first Charms lesson, Louis gave Professor Flitwick a wide eye with a five-level fluorescent flicker.

"Excellent spell! Slytherin plus five points! Little Professor Flitwick stood on top of a pile of books, jumping and dancing.

The history of magic class was boring, and the class was drowsy due to Professor Bibins's chanting style, reminding Louis of the old math teacher in his previous junior high school math class.

His tablemate once exaggerated to him that the teacher had just lowered his head on the podium and picked up a piece of chalk, and half of the class had collapsed.

Louis wasn't lethargic in the history of magic class - he just swaggered to sleep.

Anyway, the history of magic was his usual pastime reading, just like in his previous life, there would always be a few history books by the toilet. Instead of listening to Professor Binns chanting, it is better to take advantage of this good hypnotic environment to sleep.

Professor Courtesy Binns: You?

In fact, he is not to blame, even the know-it-all lady who has always been diligent and studious keeps kowtowing.

At the end of class, Louis was told that Snape was waiting for him in his office.

"Oh, look who's coming, isn't this a big Slytherin guy?" The moment Louis stepped into Snape's office, Snape didn't even lift his head.

"I'm not a big deal, Professor Snape."

Louis is neither humble nor arrogant.

"You are humble, Mr. Mountbatten."

Snape's expression was neither yin nor yang.

"Humility is one of my few virtues, and it is a good sight to teach you."

"Madam Pomfrey told me that the door of Mr. Lestrange, the chief of Slytherin, had been locked without permission—I suppose Mr. Mountbatten would give me a reasonable explanation?"

Snape's tone was always dragged, as greasy as his hair.

"Professor, you know me." Louis looked innocent: "How can an honest person like me take the initiative to cause trouble?" ”

"Of course I know you, Mr. Mountbatten." Snape pulled out a smile that couldn't be seen worse than crying: "You have a special skill in your young grades, and I understand that disputes between classmates are inevitable, so I just remind you to try not to cause them an irreparable psychological shadow." ”

"Of course, Professor, I'm pretty honest." Louis obediently agreed.

"I have to say, you have redefined the word 'honest'." Snape's face was a little complicated.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor."

Louis had an embarrassed expression on his face, and his eyes glanced to the right - there was a glass bottle containing two large eyeballs on the display shelf on the wall, and his gaze happened to meet the pair of eyeballs, and the white sweat on his arms stood up instantly.

Without a trace, he twisted his gaze back to Snape's greasy hair, which, I have to say, was more pleasing to the eye than his horrific collection.

Snape choked up and said with a blank face, "You don't seem to know how to tell the difference between compliment and sarcasm. He paused for a moment and continued, "I hope you'll take today's conversation to heart, Mr. Mountbatten, I'm your Potions professor and Slytherin headmaster. ”

He didn't say the next sentence, he believed that a smart person like Louis would be able to understand it a little.

"Thank you, Professor, for your maintenance." Louis thanked Snape sincerely—he certainly understood that he could calm down the victim's family with a innocuous little joke like yesterday's, and that he wouldn't be able to help himself cover up if he did too much.

"I thought you'd deduct my points." He made a little quip to liven up the atmosphere.

Snape tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Do you think I'm Professor McGonagall?" ”

Hearing Professor McGonagall's name, Louis remembered a joke from his previous life, and he smiled and said, "Professor, I heard a little joke from my Gryffindor classmates. ”

Snape looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"Professor McGonagall was very unhappy with the Weasley twins' night outing, and she said to Percy Weasley, 'I'm going to deduct Gryffindor!'

Percy thought for a moment and replied, 'Please give Gryffindor points'. ”

His ears were sharp, and he could clearly hear Snape's "special".

"Very humorous joke - you can go."

Snape's expression was a little off, and his cheeks seemed slightly red, but Louis couldn't see it too much because his office was too dark.

He nodded, politely bidding Snape farewell. A second after closing the door, there was an earth-shattering cough from inside the door, followed by a loud bang on the table.

By the time he returned to the Slytherin common room after dinner, Sister Wore was sitting on the couch in the hall with his legs crossed, waiting for him.

"If you're not punctual next time, find your own way." Senior Sister's voice was cold.

"I'm sorry, Wore, Professor Snape just called me to his office."

Louis explained truthfully that he didn't dare to lose the living map that he had finally made.

In the room, the two of them practiced separately - I don't know what the senior sister is practicing, and they have to mysteriously get a single room. Through the crack in the unstable door, a faint green light occasionally flashed away.

This woman isn't practicing Avada, is she——?

Forget it, the senior sister can't be messed with, Louis decided to ignore the affairs of that room, turned over the spell teaching, and chose two magics, Thunderbolt Explosion and Flame Blazing.

When two skills appear in the skill tree, a beep is heard in the system.

"Discover a new mission to explore the Forbidden Forest at night, do you accept?"

"Mission Objective: Unknown."

"Suggested Level: 10."

"Quest Reward: Rune El, Rune Ed, Rune Tir (choose one of three)."

It is impossible to refuse, and Louis did not even think about it, and immediately chose to accept it.

Although he didn't know what the runes were for now, it didn't prevent him from collecting them—how could something that could be a reward for a system quest be a mortal product?

Looking at the door that kept emitting a faint green glow, Louis hesitated a little whether to call his senior sister to go with him.

Go for it...... What if she finds out that her senior sister is practicing Avada's life, and she chooses to kill her mouth in anger?

Don't call it...... As a road idiot, by the time he walked to the Forbidden Forest, the first class in the morning might be over.