I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Duel
Louis put his hands in his pockets and gripped his wand tightly. He remained calm on the surface and just walked forward.

"Hey, stop, I'm talking to you, Mudblood." The senior called out to Louis.

"Are you calling me?" Louis turned around gracefully and gave him a recognizing look.

???, level 20 wizard.

Talents: Charms (6), Potions (8), Transfiguration (6), Dark Arts (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (7), Flying (8), Herbology (4).

"Besides you, who else in Slytherin is a Mudblood?"

The senior's tone was full of disdain, and his expression was still that distorted one, just like those gangster classmates in school in his previous life, who tried hard to pretend to be ferocious but ended up making a bad impression.

"I'm not a doctor. If you are constipated, please go to the hospital wing and see Madam Pomfrey, my dear senior."

Louis leaned forward and smiled very upright.

"That's enough! You filthy, lowly maggot!" The senior knew that the 'mudblood' junior in front of him was mocking his expression. He shouted angrily, "I'm going to break your arm and stuff it in my mouth! You'll regret coming into this world!"

"Honestly, my dear senior, your common sense is really not very good." Louis said slowly and leisurely: "First, a person's mouth cannot fit an arm; second, is it possible that being in the same college with someone like you is a common shame for everyone - Oh, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious, this is just a guess of mine, it may not be correct."

"You mudblood - you are worthy of looking down on me?" The senior's face flushed like an angry bull.

“No, no, no, I don’t look down on you.” Louis smiled gently and looked around: “I mean, I look down on all of you.”

The senior's follower's expression changed when he heard this, and he was about to rush forward.

"How dare a first-year Mudblood be so arrogant..." The senior stopped the follower's action, reached into his arms, and pulled out his wand: "Draw out your wand, I'm Samir Lestrange, a seventh-year! I challenge you to a duel!"

"You also know that you are in the seventh grade." Louis chuckled and pulled out his wand: "See, this is the so-called 'pure blood supremacy'? As your dear junior, I need to remind you that it is a shame for a seventh-year senior to challenge a first-year junior to a duel, whether he wins or loses."

"Cut the nonsense and let's get started."

Sadah...Samir was ready for the battle, he had already secured victory in his heart. After all, this duel was between seventh graders and first graders, the advantage was in his hands!
"You really should learn some etiquette. You have to bow before a duel. Even a first-grader like me knows that." Louis smiled softly, his face as warm as a spring breeze.

"You mudblood, are you worthy of me bowing to you..."

Before Samir finished speaking, he felt an overwhelming force pressing on his back, forcing him to bend down. He tried his best but still couldn't stand up. He could only raise his head with difficulty, but what he saw was Louis's deep eyes!

"Okay, just bow once."

Louis let go of the wizard's hand, and Samir felt his body lighten up, finally recovering. But he was so angry that he didn't even think about Louis' magic. He was only thinking about how to deal with this little boy in front of him.

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

Before Samir could react, his grip loosened and the wand in his hand spun and flew into Louis's hand.

* "You have gained 10 points of Disarming Spell proficiency."

"You lose, senior." Louis had an elegant smile on his face. He bowed slightly and said thankfully, "Thank you, senior, for letting me make the first move. You are truly a model student of Slytherin." Samir, who was already overwhelmed by anger, couldn't help himself after hearing this. With red eyes, he rushed towards Louis like an angry bull.

"Levicorpus."

Samir, who was charging, was suddenly hung upside down, and Louis was very considerate to let him rotate slowly like a roast duck in a hanging oven. Samir was still not honest even when he was hung up, and he kept saying dirty words, greeting Louis's family, and trying to summon his brothers to attack Louis.

Finally, someone couldn't help it and fired a series of evil curses at Louis.

But he didn't even turn his head, he just waved his wand lightly, and a light blue light shield blocked all the evil curses.

* "You gained 1 points of Armor Spell proficiency."

* "You gained 1 points of Armor Spell proficiency."

Louis curled his lips imperceptibly. Is this the only skill that the seniors of Slytherin have? It seems that it is no different from table tennis.

“Is it the Armor Spell… or the silent spell…” The crowd suddenly became excited, and everyone looked at Louis with incredible eyes, as if they were looking at a freak.

Draco in the crowd had a proud look on his face. He proudly introduced his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, "See? This is my good friend! Even many adult wizards and some Aurors cannot successfully perform the Shield Charm! But my good friend did it! And he cast it silently!"

"Langlock!"

Amid everyone's puzzled gazes, Louis cast this spell...on Samir's butt.

"Relashio! (Release your strength)"

The spell was cast on Samir's stomach.

Then, Louis released the restraints of the hanging bell spell, and Samir fell to the ground with a thud. Just as he was about to pounce on him, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked at Louis angrily and ran to the bathroom. But he ran back soon, his face flushed, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and looked at Louis angrily: "What on earth did you do to me! I...how could I..."

"Oh, sorry." Louis said innocently, "Maybe the spell thought your mouth was too dirty, so it mistook that place for your mouth... I'm so sorry... But you know me, senior. I'm just a first-year student..." He showed an embarrassed expression, "I... I don't know how to counter the curse."

"You...!" Samir grimaced anxiously, looking very painful. He glanced at Louis angrily, shook his head at his followers, and turned away.

Louis flicked his wand and hung Samir upside down again, sealing his mouth.

"Look, you're in a hurry again." Louis looked at Samir who was grumbling and warned him gently, "This is just a small warning, my dear senior - if you still don't know how to deal with the situation, it won't be so simple."

He waved his wand and put Samir down, asking, "So... do you still dare to call me a mudblood now? Senior?"

"You... you are an excellent wizard, Mr. Mountbatten." Samir suppressed the discomfort in his abdomen and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "There will also be excellent wizards among Muggles... Sorry, I am narrow-minded."

This is the wizard of Slytherin, who knows the current situation very well. What pure-blood supremacy? As long as the fist is strong enough, they will recognize half-blood terrorists like Voldemort as their master without hesitation. Louis smiled in his heart and patted Samir's shoulder calmly: "It's not your fault that you are narrow-minded and ignorant. My father studied at Durmstrang."

As soon as these words came out, not only the onlookers, but even Samir and his followers, who had been disciplined, all looked at Louis with no rejection and alienation in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)