I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 220: New Fourth-Year Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor (Part )

There were many people camping here, and they struggled to get through the two long rows of tents. Louis noticed that most of the tents were nothing special, and it was obvious that the tent setters had put a lot of effort into making them look like Muggle tents.

Sometimes they went too far, adding chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes, which made them look weird. But there were also some tents that were obviously bewitched and not scientific at all.

That's true. They didn't even think about it. Whose Muggle tent doesn't even have a light? Why would there be a bunch of inexplicable lights flashing...

In the center of the camp, there is a tent that is particularly eye-catching. It is extravagantly decorated with a lot of silk and satin, and looks like a small palace. There are also several live peacocks tied at the entrance, which looks very ostentatious. A little further ahead, there is even a four-story tent, and another one that looks like a building, with a garden in front of the door, a bird bath, a sundial, and a fountain.

"Okay, we're here. The front is our territory." Mr. Weasley said excitedly, pointing ahead.

There were two open spaces at the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, with a small sign on the ground, one with "Worley" and the other with "Weasley".

"This place is great, really great!" Mr. Weasley said happily, "The venue is just on the other side of this forest, it couldn't be closer."

As he spoke, he took off his backpack from his shoulders. "Okay, strictly speaking, no magic is allowed. Since so many of us have come to Muggle territory, we must abide by Muggle rules. We have to build the tent with our own hands, which shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles all do this, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry said nothing, but pointed toward the Wallace house.

Mr. Weasley looked in the direction of Harry's finger and saw Christasza, with the help of Chromie, pull a two-story building out of her pocket and plop it on the ground.

A portable small building, a magical creation, does not require a foundation, and any product from Dalaran must be a top-quality product.

Mr. Weasley: ...

"Okay, Harry, don't worry about them, let's go our way." Mr. Weasley said quickly. Louis, well, okay, he couldn't do anything about it anyway, so he just let them do whatever they wanted.

It was the first time that Louis saw such a small wizard, a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled into the size of a sausage.

As Louis approached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You are not allowed to touch your father's wand again... Ouch!"

She stepped on the giant slug and it exploded with a snap. They walked a long way and could still hear her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the little boy's cries.
"You crushed the bugs! You crushed the bugs!"

After walking a little further, they saw two little witches, about Kevin's age, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet gently skimming the dewy grass. A wizard working in the Ministry had already seen them. He hurried past Louis, muttering in annoyance, "In broad daylight, tsk, it seems that his parents are still sleeping in..."

Louis had already led people to assign rooms, and they were still working hard to set up the tents over there. He didn't plan to go out to help, but instead lay on the bed in the room on the second floor to rest for a while.

After lying there for a while, a violent white light suddenly burst out from the wall, and the wall was also shaking, as if something was about to come out. Louis quickly stood up, took out the wand in his arms, and prepared for battle.

Soon, the place where the light was flashing was opened like a door, and after a while, a young black-haired woman walked out of the door.

Louis raised his wand and asked warily, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the woman tilted her head and looked at Lewis, as if she was sizing him up, and had no intention of answering the question.

"Answer my questions, or I'm going to do it!" Louis warned.

The woman remained unmoved and walked slowly towards him. Louis always felt that this woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her. However, the strange scene where the woman just appeared made him forget this little familiarity. The woman got closer and closer, and Louis also stepped back accordingly, until he hit the wall, and Louis raised his hand and shot out a blue light.

"Stupefy! (passed out)"

The woman stretched out her hand and lightly blocked the spell with a blue ripple. Louis didn't believe it, and fired several spells like a Gatling gun, but they were all blocked by the woman.

Just when he summoned Lemonia, the door opened and Ye Ziyan's surprised voice was heard.

"Sister Jade?"

The woman turned around and saw that it was Ye Ziyan, and nodded slightly.

"it's me."

Louis quickly grabbed Lemonia who was about to charge into the tornado, and stuffed her back into the space amid her unwilling voice.

Are you kidding? You are not Frostmourne, and I am not Arthas.

It seems that the woman in front of me is...

"Mom?" Louis asked hesitantly.

Isn’t this too magical?
Emma looked Louis up and down, with the corners of her lips slightly raised: "Has my good boy grown so tall? His vigilance is good, but... his level is a little bit low. I doubt what kind of people are now teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts."

Look at this quantifier, a bunch of...

Tsk, it seems that the legend of the professor of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class changing every year began when my mom was in school.

"Now, um... the professor who teaches Louis and the others the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is Louis himself." Ye Ziyan said hesitantly on the side.

Emma raised her beautiful eyebrows, looking unconvinced: "Hogwarts will allow a... What grade are you in now?"

"I'll be in fourth grade when school starts, Mom," Louis reminded.

Emma curled her lips and muttered something about an elementary school student.

"Letting a third-year student teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it seems that Professor Dumbledore is really... corrupt."

Ye Ziyan seemed to have not accepted this fact yet. She walked over cautiously and began to look carefully at her good sister whom she had not seen for many years.

"It's not that I don't believe it, but...how did you...well, I remember you were dead?" Ye Ziyan is indeed a good friend, she spoke in a sisterly way. "Half dead." Emma waved her hands and said impatiently: "The ritual was halfway done, the spell that old guy Nicolas Flamel gave me was wrong, so the seals on heaven and hell were only half effective..."

"That's why they can walk in the world, but only in the form of possession, right?" Louis suddenly interrupted.

“You are not wrong to understand it this way.” Emma nodded to confirm Louis’ guess.

Ye Ziyan still frowned and asked, "Then how did you escape? The area around the altar was like a dragnet, how did you..."

"How did I escape?" Emma smiled and explained to the two of them, "I once read an ancient spell in a book that could help me travel to my son's side through the bloodline index... After I realized that I had failed, I used this spell... and suddenly came to you."

"Three angel feathers, an ounce of sand of time, a pint of dragon's tears, and a phoenix tail feather. If you also want to travel through time, I can teach you the spell." Emma said, looking at Louis.

"How do you prove that you are my mother?" Louis was still very vigilant.

"I..." Before Emma could finish her words, the light came on the wall again, and the wall began to vibrate.

"Oh no, someone is catching up with us!" Emma's tone seemed as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, and her tone was extremely calm.

Solanlian and Catherine next door also heard the noise. When they pushed the door open, Solanlian was about to speak when Ye Ziyan stopped her.

"There are enemies," she said simply.

The vibration gradually subsided, the light door opened again, and a handsome man walked in.

He stretched out his hand to block the sunlight coming in from the window. After a short pause, he looked at the people in front of him and found Emma who was staring at him.

"Hey, Emma." He extended his hand and greeted her. "Looks like you found some help, right?"

"Unfortunately, Azazel, you guessed right." As soon as Emma finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and shot out a sharp sword. Azazel turned sideways and avoided most of the spell, but it still cut his handsome face.

His wound was not red, but instead emitted a bluish-white glow, with a light blue liquid flowing out of it.

"You are always so rude, little Seris." Azazel snapped his fingers with an evil smile, and a man and a woman with strange temperaments walked in from the light door behind him.

"It's fair, the three of us will beat you guys...don't accuse me of bullying." Azazel smiled happily.

Louis looked at the "people" in front of him, and wondered in his heart. He didn't know who these people were, so he asked in a low voice, "Who are they?"

"Fallen angels." Emma whispered, "This blood gate can only allow two people to pass through at most. With the expansion of his magic power, being able to teleport four is already the limit. Don't be afraid. If they are not in their true form, their strength in the main world will be greatly reduced. If I can't beat you, I'll leave first."

"Really?" Louis stretched out his hand and summoned the magic sword Lemonia.

Lemonia was extremely excited. She was not afraid of seeing these three fallen angels, but was extremely excited.

"Devour them! Devour them! Rig out their intestines!" The seductive voice echoed throughout the room. If it weren't for the excellent sound insulation of this building, I'm afraid everyone in the camp would have come over to see what was going on.

"Your sword is good." Azazel commented leisurely, "But it seems that her temper is not very good. I think you need to educate her."

"Don't you think you talk too much nonsense, Mr. Azazel?" Louis looked at the three fallen angels who were chasing him with a bad look.

“You are so rude, young sir.” Azazel stared at Louis with his blue-white eyes, making him feel a little uncomfortable. “To be honest, I should be able to guess who you are. You should be Emma’s son. She is really not afraid of killing her only son with this crappy bloodline spell. If I had a mother like you, I would definitely cut off all ties with her.”

"To be honest, I think so too." Louis actually agreed with him.

Azazel laughed arrogantly, but was soon hit by Louis's full level one plus five chain lightning, plus a direct lightning arrow.

It really worked. Under the attack of chain lightning and DC lightning arrows, Louis had no doubt that he could see the skeletons of these three guys.

Azazel was better off. The two fallen angels next to him both had long hair. Under Louis' electric current attack, one of them turned into an afro like a sea urchin, and the other turned into a ramen-like hair.

"Not bad," Azazel commented pertinently, only to be hit by a chain lightning and lightning arrow combo.

Everyone in the room seized the opportunity and used their best magic to attack the three fallen angels, but the effect was not satisfactory. Only Emma's spell could cause very slight damage to them.

"I suspect you haven't had enough to eat, ladies and gentlemen." Azazel smiled slightly, but he soon stopped smiling.

The door was opened again, and a short girl with twin ponytails walked in.

"What happened?" Chromie asked cutely.

Louis shouted quickly: "You came just in time, Chromie, help me deal with these three fallen angels, damn, they can't break through their defenses..."

"I thought it was something else." Chromie curled his lips and snapped his fingers, trapping the three fallen angels in the sands of time.

Azazel still had the frozen smile on his face when he saw Chromie just now, which looked extremely funny. His two followers also had dark faces, as if they had just stolen sweet potatoes from someone's farm.

Louis was overjoyed and asked quickly, "Don't just freeze them, can you kill the three of them?"

"No, I can't just deprive this world of any life," Chromie said regretfully.

"So are we going to keep freezing the three of them?" Louis asked, sucking his teeth. The biggest problem now was that the attacks of the three of them had no effect on the defense of the three fallen angels.

"Of course not." Chromie said leisurely, "You have to think of a solution quickly. They are too strong and I have a limited freezing time."

(End of this chapter)