I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 20 Come to my office on weekends

"What a fool you are." The senior student looked at her with pity: "Do you think my IQ is the same as yours? I'm still young and don't want to experience being buried alive."

After that, she returned the wand to Louis reluctantly.

"It's a very good wand, Xiaolu." The senior student who was always sharp-tongued actually praised the wand for the first time.

"You keep it. It seems you need this wand more than I do." Louis pushed the wand back to the senior.

The system's evaluation of the magic wand is a +20% improvement. Louis has no interest in fire spells anyway, so he plans to do it a favor.

Only by building a good relationship can you make some further excessive requests, such as... hehehe?

At this moment, the senior sister was stunned for a while, and asked with a bit of disbelief: "You mean... give it to me? Is there anything wrong with your brain, classmate Mountbatten? You may not understand the value of this wand——"

Even the little deer stopped calling.

"Don't worry, no one understands the value of this wand better than me." Louis opened his hands and made a classic gesture: "I may trouble you to take me on a night tour many times in the future. Just consider it as a reward."

He said in a light tone.

Catherine looked at Louis for a while, and finally said softly, "Thank you."

"I'm a little uncomfortable with you not being so sharp-tongued. I still like your, um, sharp-tongued and arrogant side. You should recover a little..."

The cool wand pressed against his chin.

"Let's eat venison tonight." There was a dangerous light flashing in the senior's eyes.

Louis shut his mouth wisely.

It was already dawn when he returned to the castle. After tiptoeing back to the dormitory, Louis took out the two mysterious pet eggs, one large and one small, and placed them beside the bed.

According to the instructions, it will take another two days for them to hatch.

Good food is never too late. Louis fell asleep in a comfortable mood.

The only Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday started late, and seeing the expectant looks on the faces of several friends, Louis really couldn't bear to burst their fantasies - just let them be happy for a while.

A damp room with a musty smell was the first impression the students had of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The thick curtains completely blocked the midday sun, and the strange-shaped potted plants gave the whole room a strange smell. The ignorant little wizards even thought they had traveled through time.

After Professor Quirrell, wearing a turban, came in, the whole room became even worse. The lingering strong smell of garlic made the students roll their eyes.

Professor Quirrell looked harmless, with a bit of innocence of a newcomer to society, and a bit of shyness. Even when facing young wizards who were much younger than him, he looked very nervous. He greeted everyone stutteringly while holding up his turban.

Draco sat next to Louis and complained in a low voice: "They actually let this kind of person be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If my father knew about this, he would definitely ask the board of directors to fire him."

"Indeed." Louis nodded in agreement. He didn't like this teacher very much either.

But for completely different reasons than Draco.

Just like playing games, Louis always believed that there were two kinds of people: the weak ones, who were weak and could just fight back in the next game, and he was always very tolerant of the weak ones; the ones who were eager to give up were bad people, and they were completely different from weak ones. Every time he met such a bad person, Louis would kindly do some oral gymnastics.

If Professor Quirrell is just a rookie, then that's completely tolerable. At worst, he can just study on his own.

After Professor Quirrell introduced himself, he stuttered, "Classmates, who among you knows what Defense Against the Dark Arts is?"

The whole class was silent, only Hermione raised her hand high.

Louis didn't really like to be in the spotlight, especially in front of Professor Quirrell. What if Voldemort targeted him?

"This... this student, please answer..." Professor Quirrell motioned for Hermione to speak. "Magic used to protect oneself from the harm of the dark arts, as well as some offensive magic that can break curses, is collectively called Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Very...very good, G...five points for Gryffindor!" Professor Quirrell glanced at the roster with magical photos and portraits: "Hermione G...Granger answered very well."

"Then... then who knows... knows what Defense Against the Dark Arts skills are?"

Professor Quirrell singled out Draco to answer.

"Protection of Armor, Professor." Draco looked at Louis with some pride.

Louis' heart skipped a beat. Shut up, kid...

He was furious and hesitated whether to use a tongue-lock on Draco, but Draco was faster and said proudly: "My roommate, Louis, can cast the Shield Charm silently!"

Looking at his expression, it clearly says "My brother Louis has the qualities of a great wizard."

Louis' eyes went dark.

Murphy's Law is really true, my friend, you are really my good friend, Draco!
Louis gritted his teeth in his heart, feeling very angry, but he still had to keep smiling.

He secretly decided in his mind that when Draco ventured into the Forbidden Forest cave, he would give the little bastard some good food.

"Oh?" Professor Quirrell became interested: "Student Lu... Luis is... gifted. Can you show us?"

Louis sighed. He couldn't hide from it anyway, so he might as well take advantage of Professor Quirrell... So he said, "Please Expelliarmus me, Professor."

"Okay." Professor Quirrell took out his wand: "You...you better be ready. I'm going to start."

"Come on!" Louis was ready for battle.

"Except your weapons!"

A scarlet light shot out from the head of Professor Quirrell's wand. Louis did not dare to be careless. He raised his hand and a blue light shield was cast to deflect the disarming spell.

* "You gained 1000 points of Armor Spell proficiency."

Louis slowly opened his mouth. He hadn't said a swear word in eleven years, but for the first time in his life, he said "Fuck" in his heart.

This is definitely Voldemort's temporary possession!

Professor Quirrell...or rather, Professor Voldemort gave Louis a meaningful look.

"Not bad, an outstanding performance." He stopped stuttering and looked at Louis with a smile: "Please come to my office on Sunday night, Mr. Mountbatten. I would like to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was an uproar among the students in the classroom. Hermione stared at Louis with an envious look, and it seemed that she wished she could take his place and ask Professor Quirrell for special lessons.

If she knew who was directing the spell, I wonder if she could still maintain her current enthusiasm.

"I... uh, can I not go, Professor..." Louis asked dryly.

"As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, if you don't give your best guidance to a student as talented as you, it would be a murder to your talent, Mr. Mountbatten."

Professor Quirrell had his eyes fixed on Louis.

Please read on, brothers.

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