I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 27 Tian Wenjing, what's your name
"It looks like this guy is a bit tricky." Louis laughed and said, "This should be the last hidden thorn in Slytherin, right?"

"Yeah." Catherine held his arm: "Try not to conflict with him. You are no match for him."

"So am I just going to watch this troublemaker stir up trouble and ruin the plans of the principal and the dean?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow.

Catherine wanted to say something, but Louis patted her on the shoulder and signaled that she should wait and see what was going on.

There were two rows of people standing on both sides of the corridor outside the college. All of them looked unhappy and were discussing in low voices about the new Slytherin house rules.

"Patrick, Cesar, we all come from pure-blood families, so we must not lose face!" A senior who looked like he was in seventh grade was fanning the flames.

"Yes, be more energetic, be more energetic!" A senior student next to the senior student was also cheering for the two of them.

Patrick nodded with an extremely arrogant look on his face. He shook off the black robe he was wearing and walked towards the Slytherin common room with a ruthless step.

“Well…well done, let’s see what they will do!” The seniors discussed one after another, craning their necks to look into the lounge.

Patrick walked to the sixth grade study area and looked at a thin man. Louis recognized him. It was Caius Brown, the sixth grade monitor jointly appointed by Samir and Marcus.

"Caius! Fuck you!" Patrick cursed in a classic British curse: "You are a mixed-blood, dismissed prefect, what right do you have to be so arrogant here?"

Cesar beside him suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at his good brother in disbelief.

Aren't you also of mixed blood? How come you forgot about this after being adopted into the Black family?
"Ha, aren't you going to enforce some bullshit rule? Come on, I'm standing right here, come and enforce it if you have the guts!"

Patrick looked like a complete scoundrel, standing there looking especially like a scoundrel classmate of Louis's in his previous life's school.

It's still a pro max version.

"The college has its own rules. This new rule was not set by me. It was just drafted by Professor Snape today." Caius' voice was calm and he explained slowly and calmly.

"Don't use Professor Snape to pressure me." Patrick sneered, "I'm not going to this damn study session, what can you do to me? With your half-baked spells?"

"Who in Slytherin can do anything to me?" Patrick looked extremely arrogant.

He did have the capital to be arrogant, and Louis's discerning eye also hit him at the right time.

*Patrick Black (Golden Dragon Sign)

Level??? Wizard

Talents: Charms (10), Potions (7), Transfiguration (8), Dark Arts (10), Defense Against the Dark Arts (9), Flying (8), Herbology (4), Divination (9)

Spells learned: Armor (level 8), Expelliarmus (level 6), ???, ???, ???

"You don't have to be angry with me about this matter." Caius's expression was still warm: "I am just following the rules. Why does Mr. Black have to make things difficult for me?"

"I hate you professors' lackeys the most." Patrick snorted coldly and drew out his wand: "Reducto! (Smash to pieces)!" Caius was shocked. He never thought that Patrick would dare to attack in the lounge. He quickly dodged the spell, drew out his wand and prepared to deal with Patrick's attack.

His desk was blown to pieces, showing the power of the spell.

Patrick released spells arrogantly and wantonly, chasing Caius away everywhere. The tables and chairs shattered by the spells even injured several young wizards in the lower grades.

He did it on purpose, obviously not wanting to hit Caius.

"That's enough." Caius finally stopped. "Come at me if you can. What's the point of hurting a junior student?"

"Oh?" Patrick deliberately cast a spell incorrectly and knocked a second-grade student far away. The poor guy fainted without even a scream.

Another spell flew towards the classmate next to Louis. In his horrified eyes, Louis waved his wand: "Protego!"

"Hey, look, there's still someone trying to stop us?" Patrick laughed harshly, "Protector of Armor? And that little first-year bastard? It looks like there's another talent in Slytherin this year."

"Louis...!" Draco shouted in a low voice. He wanted to remind Louis not to cause trouble. The madman from the Black family inherited the good character of his aunt Bella.

Louis chuckled elegantly and said, “If you stop now, I will pretend that nothing happened.”

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that?" Patrick was so angry that he laughed. He looked Louis up and down, trying to see through him, and then he saw Catherine.

"No wonder... Tsk tsk, it turns out that he is hooking up with the girl from the Walley family." Patrick looked at Catherine presumptuously: "I remember when I went to Durmstrang, the girl from the Walley family was still a little kid who had not grown up. Now she has finally grown up..."

Louis reached out to stop Catherine from speaking. He narrowed his eyes and said in a slow and soft voice, "I think I need to warn you. If you don't apologize to Catherine, things will get ugly between the two of us."

"Ouch." Patrick looked back at Cesar, who was also laughing, and then looked at Louis with eyes like he was looking at a newborn calf provoking a tiger: "Then according to you, what ugly things will happen between us?"

"I hope you will try to avoid me in the future, otherwise your legs will be broken too many times and it will be difficult for Madam Pomfrey." Louis raised his hand and pointed at Patrick, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

"Hey, little bastard, this is the first time someone has threatened me since I was a child." Patrick sneered, "Pull out your magic...Ah!!!"

A scream rang out, shocking everyone.

No one saw what happened, only Catherine knew what spell Louis had cast.

Her beautiful eyes widened as she looked at Louis's hand pointing at Patrick in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Louis had not only learned the Half-Blood Prince's Notes that he had just given him last night, but he could also cast spells without a sound or a wand???
For the first time in fifteen years, she began to doubt her own talents.

The tendons on Patrick's hands and feet were instantly cut, and he could no longer stand, falling to the ground helplessly, with blood gushing out. He didn't care about the severe pain coming from his hands and feet, and shouted in horror: "Damn it, damn it little beast! What did you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)