I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 French Tabloids
"Yes, to distinguish whether a person is good or bad, we must first start with his character, not his background." Louis sat upright and continued to tell Draco in a soft voice: "So I say that everyone is equal in personality. There are evil and decent wizards from pure-blood families, and the same is true for wizards from Muggle families - but at the same time, we must also admit that everyone will never be equal in status."

"But this is just an ordinary person's point of view, the most down-to-earth point of view."

Louis paused and continued, "And what I'm going to teach you is another perspective that suits your identity and status... God, I really don't know what your father usually teaches you..."

"My father was very strict with me. He only talked to me about the glory of pure-bloods and never talked to me about so much." Draco's words sounded aggrieved.

"As a pure-blood family, since you claim to be noble, you can't do things as you please." Louis said with a smile: "We must see the essence through the phenomenon and see the most essential characteristics of things... What do you think is the most important thing for your Malfoy family?"

"Is it... honor?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"No, it's profit." Seeing that he didn't understand, Louis patiently explained to him, "To put it more simply, the candies your mother sends you on weekdays are converted from the profits that your Malfoy family obtains from various channels."

"Whether we look at people or things, we cannot decide our attitude towards them based on our momentary likes and dislikes. Think about it, if Miss Granger could bring your family an income of 1,000 Galleons per year, how would you view her?"

Draco thought for a moment and replied, "I'll try to take her in."

"What if Miss Granger can bring your family an income of 10,000 Galleons a year?"

"She'll be a good friend of mine."

"So... what if Miss Granger can bring your family an income of 100,000 gold Galleons per year?"

Draco thought about it carefully and replied, "I think even my father will give up his prejudice against her."

"So, what if it's one million gold Galleons?"

This time Draco didn't even think about it and said directly: "The smart and lovely Miss Granger will always be a guest of honor of the Malfoy family."

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"That's it. For your insignificant 'bloodline' point of view, you gave up a hen that laid golden eggs... Just think about it, if the family you have always been at odds with knew about this, how would they view you?"

“Who are our friends and who are our enemies? This is the question we need to think about carefully.”

"Everyone has their value, Draco." Louis finally shook Draco's worldview with one sentence: "If your aunt Bella can be my loyal white glove, then... I will use all my connections to make her a good witch who is innocent and sweet."

"For people like us, simply being good or bad has no reference value to us. What we need is... the value they can create for us. This is the criterion for judging whether you should contact a person or not."

"Think about it carefully, Draco. If you are still so arrogant, I think... I will reconsider whether you are worthy of being my friend."

Louis stood up after he finished speaking, leaving Draco with a thoughtful look on his face, and leisurely returned to the Slytherin common room.

What Louis didn't know was that Draco had sat in the hall for the entire afternoon, or even the entire afternoon, writing a long letter to his parents, which he sent home by owl.

But this was not what he cared about. In the Slytherin common room after dinner, the latest Slytherin house policy was posted.

Snape's efficiency was still acceptable, especially in the House Cup, where he was clearly very focused. Samir and Marcus also promptly sent Louis the list of managers selected for each school year.

"Just call me squad leader."

Louis looked through the list of candidates for the seven academic years and finalized their new titles. Seeing that Samir was still hesitant to speak, Louis frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just tell me."

"Yes." Samir nodded and said hesitantly, "That... Catherine Worley from the third grade, she..."

"I understand what you mean." Louis nodded: "She is none of your business."

"Yes." Samir added, "And Patrick from the sixth grade... He is also a difficult guy to deal with."

"Then how did you become the chief?" Louis was speechless for a moment.

"He's from the Black family. He's been an exchange student at Durmstrang for some time and just returned to Hogwarts yesterday."

Samir thought for a moment and added, "He has an arrogant personality and is as powerful as Miss Worley. In short... he is a difficult guy to deal with."

"Okay, I understand." Louis opened a piece of lemon snowman and stuffed it into his mouth: "Just follow the rules and start implementing it from today. The Slytherin lounge is big enough. Remember to allocate areas according to the school year."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Louis had already talked it over with Catherine on the way back yesterday, and she had no objection to studying in the lounge for two hours every day.

But the prerequisite is that Louis told him this. If it were someone else, he would probably be hit by a hanging bell or even a fierce fire curse.

As a school bully, he was relatively free, and he studied with his classmates just to play a leading role. He sat next to Catherine, and while reading, he smelled the orchid-like and musk-like fragrance of Catherine, which really gave him a feeling of "reading at night with a red-sleeved lady".

But the entrance to the college suddenly became noisy, disrupting his originally good interest in studying. He frowned and looked over. There was a circle of people gathered outside. Catherine, who was interrupted from studying, was also in a bad mood. The two looked at each other, stood up and walked over there.

"It's Patrick Blake and his friend Cesar." The senior student frowned slightly, as if she hated this person.

"Do you know him?" Louis became interested.

“I guess so…” Catherine said with strong disgust in her tone: “This person… is too arrogant. I don’t like him - but he is very strong.”

"Oh? Compared to you?"

"If I don't use the leaves, I may not be his opponent." Catherine answered honestly: "I heard that he has an unparalleled talent for the dark arts. I guess... he should also systematically learn some dark arts in Durmstrang... I'm not sure."

(End of this chapter)