I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 33 Are you worthy of being called the Dark Lord? (Please invest and read)

While the other three houses were celebrating the weekend with great enthusiasm, only Slytherin was sighing.

Not for any other reason, Snape even required that the normal study time be from 3 to 4 pm and from 7 to 9 pm.

Louis smacked his lips, thinking, "You can't stand this?" I used to go through full-day tutoring every weekend...

The weekend was quite leisurely. It wasn't boring at all with Catherine by his side. He could discuss any doubts he had about potions with her.

Tom and Jerry were very tactful and did not act as a light bulb to upset Catherine. Instead, the cat and the mouse played wizard chess when they had nothing to do. They would tease Ron's mouse when he was not paying attention, or they would bully Scabbers so that he dared not say anything, otherwise Ron would definitely be angry.

He was always curious about why Banban often looked so tired and weak.

Every time Draco wanted to get closer, he was scared away by the dangerous look in her eyes. Poor Draco, he was almost suffering from sequelae.

Happy times are always short-lived. On Sunday night, Louis went to Professor Quirrell's office with Jerry in his pocket, feeling a little nervous.

At the door, he happened to see Patrick who had just walked out of Chilo's office. Patrick also saw Louis and his face couldn't help but panic.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Blake?" Louis said with some disdain: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so upset?"

"This... this is Professor Quirrell's office, you... you better not mess around!" Patrick stuttered, as if he had been infected with stuttering by Professor Quirrell.

Could it be possible that stuttering could be transmitted from person to person like the royal flounder?

"I seem to have reminded you, dear senior." Louis pulled out his wand and said gently, "I hope you won't run into me when you walk next time, or you'll have to trouble Madam Pomfrey to fix your leg."

"Well, since there are no outsiders here, I might be able to give you a choice. Do you want to do it yourself? Or do you want me to do it?"

"Friendly reminder, if I were to come, I probably wouldn't be so... friendly."

Patrick gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand: "Expelliarmus!"

He also wanted to launch a sneak attack.

Trapped in the spell and weakened, he was no match for Louis. Louis picked up the spell and shattered it into pieces, hitting his knee.

Patrick screamed, attracting several students to watch. Louis saw a Slytherin among them, so he waved his hand and said, "Senior over there, yes, you, the Slytherin senior, please send this senior Black to the hospital wing. Well, he is so careless that he can break his leg just by walking."

How could the senior dare to say no? He asked a friend to lift Patrick up, and ran like a windmill.

With a regretful sigh, Louis knocked on Professor Quirrell's office door.

"Come in." Professor Quirrell heard Louis knock on the door.

Louis walked into Professor Quirrell's office. Just as he imagined, the whole office was eerie and dark. There were two giant lizards crawling on the green walls. If you didn't know, you would think he was teaching black magic.

I really don't know why Professor Quirrell, a Ravenclaw, is so fond of green. Could it be because he had experienced some problems in love?

It could also be Voldemort's hobby.

The moment he entered the office, he felt a cold aura staring at him. It felt as if an invisible, cold giant hand was gripping his heart, making him feel suffocated.

"No... I have to admit, classmate Mountbatten, you are really... very special." Professor Quirrell stammered, "I heard about B... Black. I can't believe that he, who was born of pure blood, would become like this." "Isn't he a half-blood?" Louis asked puzzledly.

"Oh, yes... yes, I remembered it wrong." Professor Quirrell smiled slightly, "I always thought that the Black family would be loyal supporters of pure blood, but I didn't expect that they would actually allow a half-blood to be adopted into the family."

He stopped stuttering again.

"Pure-blood families always have a flexible moral bottom line in this regard." Louis laughed.

Quirrell smiled, very happily: "You are right, Mr. Mountbatten, pure-blood families are indeed like this."

Louis always found it very strange that Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort, in front of him seemed to deliberately act as if he didn't know Patrick.

"Professor, are you familiar with Patrick? I saw him just came out of your office." Louis wanted to test Quirrell's reaction.

"Ah, we can be considered... not really familiar with each other." Professor Quirrell paused, a trace of unnaturalness flashed before his eyes: "Student Black just came to ask me about... vampires."

You're crazy... Why are you stuttering again...

"That's right." Louis said in a daze, "I was wondering why he came here... So, professor, you didn't ask me to come here just to complain about pure-blood families, did you?"

Having said that, he took the opportunity to use the Eye of Identification on Quirrell's turban.

Tom Riddle (gold dragon symbol)

Level??? Wizard

Talents: Charms (13), Potions (8), Transfiguration (11), Dark Arts (15), Defense Against the Dark Arts (11), Flying (10), Herbology (3).

Spells learned: Avada Kedavra (level 10), Cruciatus (level 10), Astral Soul (level 10), Expelliarmus (level 9), ???, ???

As expected, he was a rare talent. As Louis looked at his talent in the dark arts, a strange thought suddenly crossed his mind.

[With your talent for dark magic, are you qualified to call yourself the Dark Lord in front of me? ]

Voldemort just didn't know, otherwise he would definitely roar and ask, "Is it me, Voldemort, who can't lift the knife anymore, or is it you, kid, getting too proud?"

However, this time there is also a line of small explanation below the Eye of Identification.

"Talent 10 is the upper limit for ordinary people. If one's talent in a certain area cannot exceed 10, then one is doomed to never achieve outstanding achievements in that area."

Hermione: Don't cue.

"Of course." Quirrell...or rather, Professor Voldemort didn't know Louis's thoughts: "I have to say, classmate Mountbatten, at your age, most young wizards find it difficult to even cast a complete spell, let alone advanced spells like silent casting and armor protection. What surprises me is that you, who have such talent and strength, also practice spells diligently every day. This is what impresses me the most."

"Throughout the history and abroad, I have found that those who have been able to achieve great things not only have extraordinary talents, but also have an unyielding will. This sentence has always been my motto."

Louis's inspirational quotes are as easy to drink as water.

(End of this chapter)